Blurb: When my dad called to lecture me about how it’s time to settle down, quit partying, and get a job that will actually prepare me for life after college, I agreed. Mostly.
After spring break, I’ll buckle down and be ready to work, but until then, I’m getting my fill of fun. Which is why when I spot an attractive man sitting alone at a bar, I approach him with the hopes of being able to tempt him into a night full of pleasure. After all, being with an older guy is just about the only thing I haven’t done.
When I wake up in his bed with a note that makes it clear he doesn’t intend on seeing me again, I take it in stride. But when I show up to the job my dad set up for me, it turns out my new boss, Aleksander Drakos, is the guy who thought he’d be done with me after a one-night stand. On top of that, apparently he’s a friend of my dad’s.
Trying to remain professional is pointless. Working with him day after day is just too tempting to not have another taste.
Six years ago, my life changed and I went from being an unknown kid from a small town to a world-renowned rock star. Before leaving Gaspar, I told Ali we’d still be together. I made promises I didn’t keep, and I lied over and over again. I threw our plans out the window and made a life for myself.
I’ve barely had time to go home, because touring keeps me away. We haven’t been in touch in years, but after this tour, I’m heading home to find the only person who knows my deepest, darkest secret, and beg for forgiveness.
Ten years ago, I kissed my best friend, and his name is Alejandro Barerra. My Ali.
He may never forgive me for the broken promises or for breaking his heart, and I’m afraid he’ll never want to talk to me again, but he’s the only one who knows the real me, and I’m determined to win him back. Even if it means risking it all.
Sprawled naked across the bed, I watch Merrick as he grips the bottle of Johnnie Walker and pours a small amount of the amber liquid on my chest. The alcohol drips off both sides, and travels down the middle of my stomach. Merrick leans over me and licks the whiskey from my skin. “Mm,” he moans, gazing up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes. “This is the best threesome we could have.” “The only threesome we’ll have.” He chuckles. “Someone doesn’t like to share.” He crawls on top of me, straddling my hips while wearing nothing but his boxers. “Open your mouth for Johnnie.” I do as he says and he carefully pours a sips worth of the alcohol into my mouth. “Now open up for me.” Merrick frees his erection through the slit in the boxers and scoots up, running the tip across my bottom lip. I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the circumference of his cockhead before he pushes in farther. “Goddamn,” he groans. He fucks my mouth for a minute before climbing off me. “Mm,” I moan, licking my lips. “Who tastes better? Me or Johnnie?” he asks teasingly. “I’m not sure,” I reply, reaching down to stroke my cock. “I may need another taste test.” Merrick shoots me an unamused look before wrapping his lips around the head of the bottle and swallowing down a mouthful of whiskey. “Come suck the taste off my tongue,” he commands. I scramble up and get on my knees, capturing his face in my hands, and plunge my tongue in his mouth. I suck his whiskey-flavored tongue into my mouth, eliciting a low moan from his throat. “Lay down,” I tell him. He lifts a brow but lies his large body across my mattress. I yank his boxers down, revealing his impressive erection. I keep to the side of him and steal the bottle from his hand, and pour a generous amount of the liquid onto his stomach. The man is so cut, the alcohol pools in the crevice between his abs. I drop down and slurp the liquid into my mouth, taking some time to lick up the trails that traveled a little lower.
“Why me?” He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?” “Why do you want me?” “Have you not heard what I’ve told you?” he asks, taking a step forward. “You’ve said I’m everything to you. Yeah, I heard that.” “But,” he offers, knowing I have more to say. I drop my arms and grip the edge of the dresser. “But those are just words. We’ve said a lot to each other over the years. You’ve consistently told me one thing just to do something that completely contradicts it. Why should I believe you now? Or ever?” “I’m trying to get you to realize I’m not like that anymore. If I say something, I want you to believe it. I’ve had years to dwell on my bullshit. I’ve had so many regrets, and honestly, if I was in your shoes, I don’t know if I’d forgive me. But you’re better than me, Ali. You always have been, and you make me want to be better. For you.” My heart sings at his words, but I can’t allow myself to be naive. “Let’s pretend I tell you that I forgive you for everything and that you do have a chance. Then what? This is the problem we always had. I let you suck me back into a secret relationship because you weren’t out yet, and that’s still the case. I will not be a skeleton in your closet. I will not be forced to love you in secret.” He takes the remaining steps to reach me, wrapping his hands around mine. “Tell me I have a chance, Ali. Tell me you’d give us one last shot and I’ll risk it all. I’ll risk everything for you. For us.”
𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤
𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵…
On the Rocks is the first steamy standalone in the Kingston Brothers Series. Pull up a bar stool and prepare to be entertained as two people fall for each other in this angsty, slow burn romance that will have you fanning yourself!
When my brothers all but force me to go out with them the weekend before the school year begins, I don’t expect anything more than a few drinks and some laughs. What happens is better than I could’ve hoped for. I meet a strikingly beautiful woman who’s new in town. Our night starts with us laughing and drinking in the bar, moves to my bed, and ends with her disappearing into the night without any exchange of information. Monday morning, she walks into my calculus class and knocks the breath from my lungs. My one-night stand is now my student. Never one to cross the line and always one to play by the rules, I make sure to tell her nothing more can happen. But as time goes on, I start wanting to erase the line and throw the rule book out the window. Because even though it’s against the rules to be with her, I feel like, with Nova, I can find happiness again. But she deserves more than becoming my dirty little secret.
This book was AMAZING!!! One of the best student/teacher, age gap romances I have read in a long time. If these tropes are your cup of tea, then you really need to read this book!!
Isabel sure knows how to write a steamy story to capture your attention and make you not want to sleep or work the next morning!
I knew it was a professor/student romance but OMG guys, this book is literally the age gap/professor-student/forbidden romance of my dreams.
This is one amazing book. The characters will have you begging for more and the authors fantastic writing style will have you forgetting this is a novel and not real life.
WARNING – WARNING – WARNING HOT AF EXCERPT BELOW. EXPLICIT LANGUAGE.
He sighs then turns and looks at me. “I wish things were different.”
I chew on my lip and look up at him with hooded eyes. “If they were, what would happen?”
He groans. “Oh, Nova. You have no idea.”
Her chest rises with a deep breath. “Tell me.”
Nova’s dress has ridden up high on her thighs, showing off her flawless golden-brown skin, and I think about what’s hiding between those luscious thighs. It’s a risky game even talking about what I want to do, but it’s not doing it. That’s what I tell myself.
“I’d want to take my time with you, unlike last time. I would taste every inch of your body—those thighs, your hips, stomach, breasts, neck.” I eye each spot as I name them, and her breathing becomes ragged. “Then I’d flip you over and work my way back down.”
Her shiver is visible in the darkened car, and her moan audible over the music playing low over the speakers.I watch as she squeezes her thighs together, closing her eyes briefly. When they flicker open, she stares straight at me and says, “Keep going.”
It’s a husky whisper. A demand I want to meet.“I’d bury my face between your thighs and lap up every drop of your arousal. I’d fuck your tight cunt with my tongue and then gently lick circles around your clit until I brought you to orgasm. And then I’d lick you clean.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at the vulgar language, but the wanton moan she releases lets me know she loves it. My cock comes to life as her hand drops slowly to her thigh and moves under the hem of her dress.Good God.Against my better judgement, I keep going. I can’t help myself.
My story is a taboo (cheating) romance called Think Again.
He thinks I don’t know. He thinks he’s getting away with it. He thinks karma won’t come back to get him. He needs to think again.
Men think women are vindictive, and maybe they’re right. But when we get to the point of being cold, calculating, and vindictive, it’s because they pushed us there. Not only is my husband unaware that he’s pushing me too far, he also doesn’t realize that I just met a man who’s ready to catch me.
I think he’s just my new co-worker. I think it’s just innocent flirting. I think I’ll be able to keep my morals. I need to think again.