Three Nights with a Rock Star

Minor spoilers ahead.

Three nights with a rock star simply isn't enough. I want ALL of the nights with Keaton “Lock” Shaw.

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Three Nights with a Rock Star is a teensy bit like 50 Shades of Grey. But this is the book you wished 50 Shades was. Lock is the front man for a rock band. And he keeps contracts in his nightstand (more CDA and less kink allowances). When Hailey shows up at his hotel to ask for his help in finding the man who got her little sister pregnant, the last thing she expected was to end up bent over his couch. But she agreed to stay with him for 3 nights in exchange for his help.

And every hair pull, bite, and spank over those three nights left me wanting to spend more time in my fantasy where I was Hailey and in Lock's bed.

I think that the reason I like this book so much is that it plays out a fantasy that I've had over and over. What would I do if a total stranger – even if (especially if) he's a celebrity – asked me to share his bed? In the fantasy, I'd do exactly what Hailey did. I'd forget who I was for a few days and give myself over to wanton abandon. And then I would get under his skin so much that he'd fall head over heels in love with me.

Who doesn't fantasize about that?

What Shari and Amber did in this book is give us the fantasy we want without falling into the trap of talking down to the reader or devolving into gratuitous sex. And it absolutely left me wanting more.