Mia and the Bad Boy (Backstage Pass #2)
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.
Excerpt
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.
Excerpt
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.
About the Author
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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