When Fangirls Lie (How (Not) to be Seduced by Rockstars #1) by Marian Tee
Publication Date: May 9th 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
~Summary~
19-year-old Saffi March is not the perfect girl everyone thinks she is. When the pressure of pretending becomes too much, she escapes for a weekend and transforms herself into another persona - a hardcore groupie for the rockstar also known as Sweden's #1 Sex God, Staffan Aehrenthal.
One look at the beautiful girl hopelessly trying to hide her naïve virginal innocence behind skimpy dresses and garish makeup and Staffan immediately knows the groupie called "H" is hiding a secret. He also knows he needs her desperately. He's determined to make her his, the only girl who's able to soothe the demons in him.
But before Staffan can let Saffi into his life, those stars in her eyes have to go - and he'll do everything for that to happen, even if it means cruelly hurting Saffi until she realizes that he would never trust anyone with his heart again.
One look at the beautiful girl hopelessly trying to hide her naïve virginal innocence behind skimpy dresses and garish makeup and Staffan immediately knows the groupie called "H" is hiding a secret. He also knows he needs her desperately. He's determined to make her his, the only girl who's able to soothe the demons in him.
But before Staffan can let Saffi into his life, those stars in her eyes have to go - and he'll do everything for that to happen, even if it means cruelly hurting Saffi until she realizes that he would never trust anyone with his heart again.
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~Character Interview~
Sapphire “Saffi” March waved her hand in front of
the laptop’s web cam, double-checked the speakers, and readjusted the lighting.
This was her very first official fangirl interview, and she wanted everything
to be perfect. She had even reserved
this venue, with its beautiful whitewashed gazebo and serene atmosphere. Add
the rainbow-colored flowers and shimmery lake behind them, and it was the best backdrop to emphasize the raw
earthy power that made up Staffan Aehrenthal, one of the hottest rock stars in
modern times as well as being Sweden’s #1 Sex God.
Sprawled like a pagan god on the cushioned seats,
Staffan exuded the kind of attraction that would make any girl swallow and
wonder if she was having a fever.
Although well-known for his sartorial elegance,
Staffan was unusually casual in his choice of clothes for today’s interview,
wearing only a long-sleeved polo shirt, its first few buttons undone to reveal
a sexy hard pane of chest, and wonderfully tight jeans.
He had the looks of an angel, really, Saffi mused, but---
Staffan suddenly looked up from the list of
questions she had asked him to study. “Are we doing this or not?” His fuck-me
hazel eyes were the very devil, promising all kinds of illicit things that
never failed to make a fangirl squeal.
Mesmerized mahi-mahi.
Staffan Aehrenthal’s laugh was as sinfully sexy as
the rest of him. Saffi bit back an embarrassed groan, realizing that she had
again inadvertently said the words out loud.
“It’s not that funny,” Saffi protested when
Staffan kept laughing.
“It is when I remember the last time I tried to
surprise you last night by arriving late in your dorm room and you shrieked ‘testicular telescopefish’---”
“I can’t help it! You were naked and we were---”
Reddening at the memory, she begged, “Can we just please, please, please start
with the interview?”
He smirked. “Only if you promise you’ll think up
five new ones of those fishy expressions of yours while I fuck you with my
mouth later.”
“Staffan!”
“Saffi!”
She glared. “Staffan!”
He only raised a brow. “Do you want the interview
or not?” He glanced at the webcam, saying innocently, “If you don’t want to do
it for me then do it for your fellow fan girls. Take one for the team---”
Saffi choked on her laughter. “You are so…”
Shaking her head, feeling her heart spill over with sheer love for him, she
mumbled, “Whatever you want. Let’s just please do this?” Not waiting for him to
answer so that Staffan wouldn’t have time to tease her some more, she quickly
pushed the recording button to start the interview.
“Thanks for letting us interview you. This means a
lot to us fan girls. And as promised, we’ll just ask five questions because we
know you’re super busy and all, with your ongoing recording sessions for your
next album.” She cleared her throat, unable to help but feel nervous even
though she was completely off-cam. How was it that she could easily handle an
impromptu presentation on the ecological risks in the world of ichthyology
before the state’s top academe but when facing her rockstar lover, she just
went to pieces?
“Your first question…?” Staffan drawled, but his
eyes were laughing at her.
Ah, drat. She had spaced out again!
Clearing her throat, she asked, “Boxer or briefs?”
“Naked.”
Blushing already at her second question, she
mumbled, “Condoms or pills?”
He gazed at her under his lashes, a smirk playing
on his lips as he answered, “Pills because I want to feel everything about the
girl I’m fucking.”
Saffi crossed her legs. She was so---turned on!
She coughed, trying to get herself in control. “Can you give us one word to
describe your friendship with the other Pussketeers?” Staffan was friends with
two other billionaires, and the media had taken to call them as such because of
their legendary sexual exploits.
Saffi was surprised when Staffan grinned. “One
word?”
She nodded.
“Pussy-whipped.” His eyes bored through hers.
Saffi coughed again. “Err, next question. Do you
ever feel nervous when performing?”
Staffan’s voice became serious. “Not nervous, but
I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my work. I…despise it when things don’t go
my way completely.”
She nodded, having seen that herself. “Who do you
think your greatest competition is right now?”
Staffan shrugged. “They can try, but right now I
just don’t see if there’s anyone out right now who can beat me.”
She choked at his arrogance.
He asked silkily, “Do you disagree?”
“Err, of course not,” she said hastily. “Last
question…” She paused, biting her lip.
Staffan frowned. “What is it?” He did not like the
worried look on Saffi’s face, hated seeing her upset in any way.
She looked at him sheepishly, looking so adorably
beautiful Staffan knew he would die if he did not get to touch her in the next
minute. “It says here, what’s your favorite position to, err, you know?” Her voice was barely audible
by the time she said the last two words, a remarkable thing, really, for
someone who had once posed as “H”, the most promiscuous groupie who ever lived.
Staffan answered by flipping the laptop the other
way around so its camera would record the ever-interesting view of the wall.
Leaving the speakers on, Staffan lifted Saffi up from the armrest and dumped
her on the cushions. Bending on one knee, he swiftly started working on her
jeans.
“What are you doing?” Saffi gasped.
“Answering your question.”
END OF INTERVIEW
~About The Author~
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Hi! I’m Marian Tee – I write sexy funny romances, emphasis on the funny because most readers tell me my books are a public hazard, often causing them to laugh out loud and get funny looks from other people.
I’m from the Philippines, half Filipino and half Chinese with a love for all things Japanese! Yes, that rhymed. I love dancing, travelling, watching horror movies and basketball, and reading Archie comics.
Of course I love reading books, too. In fact, if I’m a little too slow in releasing a new book, it’s probably because I’m too busy being a reader and forgot all about being a writer. Yes, I know, MY BAD!
I am a frustrated MANGAKA, hence why I write novels like Drawn and why I have a Vampire Knight fan fic posted at FanFiction.net (just search for Morteia Chronicles).
I’m from the Philippines, half Filipino and half Chinese with a love for all things Japanese! Yes, that rhymed. I love dancing, travelling, watching horror movies and basketball, and reading Archie comics.
Of course I love reading books, too. In fact, if I’m a little too slow in releasing a new book, it’s probably because I’m too busy being a reader and forgot all about being a writer. Yes, I know, MY BAD!
I am a frustrated MANGAKA, hence why I write novels like Drawn and why I have a Vampire Knight fan fic posted at FanFiction.net (just search for Morteia Chronicles).
Author links:
Website: http://www.mariantee.
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That top cover is HOT!
ReplyDelete@Ali Ginger-Read: Isn't? It's what drew me in and because of it, I just had to help promote. I know, selfish to judge a book by it's cover but come on, who couldn't help it with this steamy one haha. :)
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