Mia and the
Bad Boy
Release Date:
05/19/15
Entangled
Crush
Summary from Goodreads:
This good girl’s about to meet her match…
Ryder Brooks is living the dream—he’s famous, loved by millions of girls, and
miserable. All he really wants is to write his own music, not Seconds to
Juliet’s sugary sweet pop. In order to do that, though, the “bad boy” of the
band will have to play by the rules. And that includes behaving with his
new—and super cute—über-good-girl tutor.
Mia Reyes is in fangirl heaven. Tutoring her favorite member of her favorite
band? It’s a dream come true…until it turns into a complete nightmare. Ryder is
nothing like she thought. He’s crude, arrogant, and pretty much a total jerk.
And the worst part? She’s roped into pretending to be his girlfriend so that no
one finds out he’s being tutored. Fake kisses, plenty of PDA, and even sharing
his hotel room…
But sometimes even the baddest of bad boys needs a little redemption.
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His hand framed her
chin, tipped it up toward his lips. Just that small touch made it hard for her
to breathe. She
could feel the pulse
in her
neck ticking
up, her heart rate matching her excitement in a way it never had before.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since our
date in St.
Louis,” he
said with a throaty whisper.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since
I taped your poster on my wall,” Mia
managed to say.
Ryder’s hand was still on her chin.
He nudged
in tighter,
so she could feel his breath on the skin of her cheeks. She didn’t know what to
do with her
hands. They were tight at her sides, like she was paralyzed.
“You’re not going
to kiss me just because
I’m Ryder Brooks, though, right?”
he asked with a sly smile.
“No,” Mia
said, the words coming easier. She slipped her
arms around his waist. His skin was so warm, and his jeans were damp. She felt
the muscles of his waist yield
to her touch. “When
I met you, I
kind of hated you, and
kissing was not the word with a K that
came to mind.”
“King?”
Mia laughed, ripples of heat
dripping down her abdomen as Ryder inched his lips closer. “You’re really using
your vocabulary.”
“Flash cards,” Ryder bantered
back.
“But now,” Mia said, her
hands clasped tightly around Ryder’s bare
back, “I
want to kiss you in a different way. Not because you’re Ryder Brooks, but because
you’re you.”
“That’s why I want to kiss you, too.. His
lips brushed against her
nose first, each cheek, sending bursts of pleasure into every soft part of her.
Mia closed her eyes and puckered her
lips, puckered them so hard she thought her face might crack.
She heard Ryder suppress a
giggle.
Mia’s eyes popped open. “What?” Her
organs turned to ice. She wanted to crawl under the bed.
Ryder ran his finger along her
cheek. His other hand slipped up her arm, bringing her closer. “Let me teach
you for a change.”
Mia swallowed, afraid if she spoke,
this might turn to dust.
Ryder opened his lips and brought
them to hers slowly, hovering there, his breath fanning her face. “Don’t
pucker. Just do what I do, what I cannot wait to do.”
He pressed her lips open slightly,
driving his tongue against them and gliding it against hers until it was in her
mouth, sliding against her tongue. Tongue! She’d known this was how people
kissed but had never understood the reasoning. Tongues were for tasting, for
talking. But now she knew that really they were for this.
Having their mouths connected, Mia
mirroring each move Ryder made, created
a chemical reaction, flipped a switch. She suddenly knew
exactly what to do. Her hands were on his broad chest,
running down his tight stomach,
his covetable abs. His hands were in her hair, curving against her side. His
tongue dipped with hers; his mouth was warm and firm and perfect.
Lisa
Burstein is a tea seller by day and a writer by night. She received her MFA in
Creative Writing from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern
Washington University and is glad to finally have it be worth more than the
paper it was printed on. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her very patient
husband, a neurotic dog and two cats.
She wrote her first story when she was in second grade. It was a Thanksgiving
tale from the point of view of the turkey from freezer to oven to plate. It was
scandalous.
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