Snowfyer by Marteeka Karland #rockstar #RomanceBooks

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SnowFyer’s lead singer meets his match in a fiery redhead.
The only question? Which one is cockier?

 

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

Seth Snow: One hundred percent cocky bastard, Seth has never met a woman whose panties he couldn’t get into. He is the frontman for SnowFyer, a hard rock band with a bad reputation.

Scarlett Fyer: Sister to SnowFyer’s lead guitarist and the band’s manager, Scarlett is an excellent musician herself. Among her many talents is driving Seth crazy. As she sees it, the man is too damned cocky for his own good. Well, things are about to change.

SnowFyer: With the band in need, Scarlett has to put aside any misgivings she has about fronting a band the caliber of SnowFyer. Unfortunately, Seth is the one to voice her lack of experience. Which won’t do. At all. What’s a girl to do? Take the rooster by the comb and pull until something gives…

 

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SNEAK PEEK

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Copyright ©2018 Marteeka Karland

“Seth!” The busty blonde caught his attention as she flashed a perfect set of double D tits for him to sign. No bra, naturally. Beside her, not to be outdone, a brunette dropped her short shorts and bent over for him to sign one lusciously rounded ass cheek. The hot-pink thong with sparkles in the triangle disappearing between her cheeks seemed to wink at him in the glitter of camera flashes. After signing his name with the black Sharpie she provided, he gave the globe a light slap. She squealed in delight.

“Ladies,” he said, cocky grin in place.

“How about a little kiss,” the blonde said, winking at him while still thrusting her tits at him, shaking them a little. There was no doubt what she meant for him to kiss. Ever agreeable, Seth leaned down and sucked her nipple between his lips, licking the ripe bud with his tongue in a flutter.

“Ohh!” she cried, threading her hands through his long locks. “I can return the favor in your room if you want.” She giggled when he let her nipple go with a loud pop.

“Both of us could,” the brunette pouted, not to be ignored. She gave the blonde a side eye, having realized she’d been bested in the autograph arena.

“Another time, ladies.” He chuckled. “The show’s over, but there’s still work to do.” He gave each woman a passionate kiss while the cameras clicked and flashed happily away. Then, just for shits and giggles, he pulled them both to him so they shared a three-way kiss. This was all part of who SnowFyer was. All part of the show. But Seth loved it. Loved knowing he had his pick of women. Groupies weren’t normally his style, but he couldn’t deny the appeal some of them presented. Like this pair.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single woman in the whole Goddamned universe who didn’t want a piece of Seth Snow. As evidenced by the mob of them outside the sold-out arena. And his hotel. SnowFyer was as popular as it ever was, and he was the frontman, rivaled in popularity only by Arsen, his lead guitarist. The band was the hottest thing going today. Had been for nearly two decades. Though they were aging by today’s standards, no one seemed to be able to get enough of them. Every album they released made it to number one on the Billboard Hot One Hundred. Every song made it at least into the top fifty. There seemed to be no end to it.

With a wave and a cocky grin, he strode back to the bus, head high, the image of confidence and arrogance. He’d just walked away from what would surely be a very hot fuck, and he couldn’t care less. Probably because he was a cocky bastard. The second he entered the bus and the door closed, Seth was a different person. All business.

“You going to be able to make it one more show?” Arsen had his left hand in ice water.

The lead guitarist winced as he removed his hand, drying it on a nearby towel. He flexed it several times before shaking his head. “No. I’m done.”

 

 

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