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  “Oh!” she cries out as I force myself the rest of the way in.

  What a tight fucking squeeze. We’re all still as fuck, barely holding in our orgasms. She begins thrusting her hips against us and I groan. Once I’ve gained control, I start fucking her slowly.

  “Fuck me,” Chaz growls from below her.

  She attacks his lips as I pick up my pace. Her pussy with his cock pressed against mine is creating a fucking amazing friction. Chaz’s fingers are digging into her hips and the red marks are turning me on. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her back from his lips. She moans loudly, which only serves to make me want more.

  “I’m about to come,” I warn them. Chaz’s grunts tell me that he is too.

  “Oh!” she screams. Her already tight little body clamps down on my dick like a vise.

  I couldn’t pull out right now if I tried. My dick spurts out my release deep in her ass. I can’t even fucking move as her body clutches me so tight.

  “Fucking hell,” Chaz murmurs from below.

  When I’m sure everyone is done from coming during our epic fuck fest, I slowly pull out of her ass.

  “You’re welcome,” I laugh and slap Ryan’s ass hard.

  “Donnie, wake up. What do you want for breakfast?” June asks me with twinkling, green eyes.

  I throw up an eyebrow and grin at her. “You, baby momma. I was just about to dream about you next.”

  She laughs and swats me with her dishtowel. I love wet dreams.

  Rock Bottom (The Vegas Aces Series, Book 3)

  Coming Soon!

  “You’re nothing but a white trash loser and do nothing but disgrace the Jennings name.” His voice, his hateful words play over and over in my head.

  Dad always wanted me to go off to medical school and follow in his footsteps to become some big-shot, badass surgeon like him. And even though I kicked ass in school and had a bright future at any college I wanted, it wasn’t what I would have chosen for myself. My heart belonged—still belongs—to music. And Dad hates that. He hates the tattoos. He hates the rock-and-roll persona. He hates the groupies. I’m pretty sure he hates me.

  I pull up my phone again and reread the dreaded email from him. The email I get once a year. He feels obligated to see me at Christmas, so without fail, I always get a formal invite to their Christmas dinner. I spend the night defending my career choice and my appearance. Mother sits there like a fucking Barbie doll waiting for Dad to order her around. And my sister—she’s the only reason I go to this fucking torturous dinner each year. Just two years younger, Daphney at least has a decent relationship with my parents. And while she did go to medical school and is an ER doctor here in Vegas, she doesn’t treat me like shit while I’m there. I just wish she had a little more time for me aside from the annual dinner.

  Dearest Donald,

  Your presence is requested for dinner on December 24th at seven in the evening. Suit and tie are required. If you don’t have a suit and tie, I can have my personal shopper see to it that you get one. Your mother has planned a lovely meal to be prepared for us. Please respond back with your choice of Cornish hens glazed in a maple bacon rub or a lobster tail fresh from Maine. Additionally, please respond back if you’ll have a plus one. If you bring one of your bandmates, please see to it that they dress accordingly as well.

  Sincerely,

  Donald Archibald Jennings, Sr.

  Fuck Donald Archibald Jennings, Sr. Could his letter be any more distant and cold?

  I toss my phone onto the bed beside me without responding. My thoughts drift to the show in a few short hours. I should be happy that we’re doing the Las Vegas Police, Fire, and Rescue Ball tonight because I’ll get to see the gang and perform. It’s been too fucking long. They’re all happy with their wives and kids.

  And me? I’m still Donnie. Fuck, I get laid whenever the fuck I want. All I have to do is give a chick my panty-dropping grin and they’ll follow me right into my bed. But it’s not enough anymore. When they leave, it’s just me again. Alone. And it fucking sucks.

  I roll out of the bed and grab my energy drink. Time to get out of this funk and get fucking pumped. I chug the sugary drink before walking over to the bar in the doorway. Sliding my palms over the cold metal, I lift myself up and plow through several pull-ups to get my heart pumping. Once I feel good and jittery, I pull out the one thing that has always helped me through every one of my shows.

  Cocaine.

  I sit on the edge of the bed, pull out a tray, and set it on the top of the nightstand. I pick up the small, white baggie and dump out what’s left—enough for two lines. Using the razor on the tray, I finely chop up the lumpy powder until it’s nothing but dust. I scrape the coke into two perfect lines and grab my straw.

  Bobby and Chaz would string my ass up if they knew I fucking did this as much as I do. They always thought it was a phase—something I did every now and again. I try to just do it before shows, but sometimes, I say, “Fuck it,” and do it on a Wednesday when I’m bored.

  I dip my head down and snort a line.

  Fucking A, this is just what I needed.

  After blinking back the tears from the sudden rush, I snort down the other line.

  Hell fucking yeah.

  With shaking hands and a sniffle, I drop the shit back into the drawer and bounce on my toes. I hop back onto the bar and pull up so many times that I nearly black out.

  Fuck yeah, I’m feeling on fire!

  “Great show! I missed you guys,” Chaz laughs as he squeezes both Bobby’s and my shoulders. He has no idea how much I fucking missed the both of them.

  “I missed Ry-Bear and June more,” I joke, earning an elbow to the ribs.

  Ryan giggles and jumps onto my back like a fucking spider monkey. “I missed you too, D.”

  Chaz gets a good slap on her ass before I take off running down the hallway with her riding on my back. I hate that they moved off to Flagstaff. It would be fucking epic to hang with them all the time. I see Bobby and his family pretty often, but I hardly see Chaz and Ryan anymore.

  When we reach the dressing room, I slide her down to her feet. “How are the kiddos?” I ask and ruffle her hair. Ryan and Chaz had their little one, Jett, a few months ago, and he is so fucking cute.

  “Jacob is doing great in school. His teachers all say he’s super smart. Of course, I already knew that.” She winks. “And little Jett is a sweetheart. He gets that from his daddy.”

  As we go inside to get changed, Kenny, our manager, saunters in behind us. “Hey, guys. The police chief has asked if you’ll mingle with the crowd. Some of the city employees were wanting autographs. He said if they get out of line, he’ll arrest them,” he laughs.

  I like Kenny. He’s about my age. When it comes to promoting our band, Kenny is so badass. He knows just what to do to keep us in the spotlight, especially when we’re not touring.

  “Maybe I can find a couple of naughty cops to take home with me tonight.” I wag my eyebrows at him.

  He chuckles. “Good luck, man. You might just get into something you can’t get out of—especially if handcuffs are involved. But more power to you.”

  We walk out into the conference room, where hundreds of people are mingling, drinking cocktails, and eating appetizers. I scan the crowd and see a group of women standing at a table and laughing. Women. I can handle this. After sneaking over to them, I squeeze in between two of them.

  “Good evening, ladies. The band was pretty hot, eh? Anyone got a thing for drummers?”

  They all start squealing and bouncing in place. A million comments and questions fly at me at once.

  “Oh my God, I’m going to faint!”

  “How old are you?”

  “Do you just do threesomes or do you ever just shag one lady? I’m hinting!”

  “You’re so fucking hot!”

  “Have you seen Bobby naked?”

  “Want to leave this place and go to my hotel room?”

  “Will you sign my tit?”
r />   Well, holy shit. I might just find me a naughty cop tonight—or seven. Shit, even that’s a record for me.

  “Beautiful ladies. Not everyone at once. We can do that later.” I grin.

  One woman starts to fan herself, and I chuckle. Chaz and Bobby may have their perfect families, but I still get to fuck groupies.

  “You can do me first,” a pretty good-looking redhead purrs. I prefer blondes, but redheads are a close second.

  I step back with my hands in mock defense, and I’m about to tell her that they can draw names when I bump into someone.

  “Shit. My bad,” I laugh and turn to see who I nearly ran over.

  A tall brunette sizes me up with a cocked brow and her hands on her hips. “Public intoxication in a room full of cops. Brilliant.” She rolls her eyes at me.

  For a moment, I’m at a loss for words as I blatantly check her out. In a room full of people with flashy cocktail dresses and fancy makeup, this chick is wearing a simple, black dress that hugs her curves and has just a touch of pink on her cheeks and lips. Her dark hair is swept into a messy bun, and I want to pull it out to see just how long her hair is. I don’t go for brunettes, so why is this plain-looking one so hard to look away from?

  “Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she grumbles before she turns back to the group of people she was originally talking with.

  “Lady, I’m sorry.”

  Her body tenses and she turns back around to me. “What did you call me?”

  “Lady. Listen, let me buy you a drink—” I start, but she interrupts me.

  “Sir?”

  Something about the way she says that niggles my brain and makes my cock twitch.

  “I’m hardly the gentleman.”

  She takes a step towards me, and the disdain is gone as she eyes me with interest.

  “I know you,” she informs me. This chick is tall in her heels—almost as tall as my six-foot-one self. Her chocolate-colored eyes drop to my lips and then come back to meet my gaze.

  “I’d remember a pretty girl like you,” I flirt with a smug grin.

  She scoffs and starts to step away, but I grab her wrist so she won’t leave me. Not yet. I’m not done looking at her.

  “How do you know me?” I try again, not letting go.

  “Your voice sounds familiar to me.”

  I once again flash her my famous panty-melting grin. She just stares back at me. Ouch. Is this cute female immune to my charms?

  “June isn’t feeling well. I’m going to bounce early,” Bobby tells me as he walks on by.

  The brunette’s eyes widen. “I knew it!” Her perfectly plump lips curl into a sweet, victorious smile. That smile lights up her face, making her shine like the fucking sun.

  “Knew what, lady?” The wheels are spinning around in her head, and I want to be a part of whatever it is she’s thinking about.

  “I do believe I helped you, sir, deliver a baby.”

  Holy shit. Lady. The 911 phone operator.

  I shock both of us when I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me in an embrace. That night was so fucking terrifying but also one of the most awesome memories in my lifetime. Little Sutton was brought into this world by Uncle Donnie.

  When her arms slide around my waist and she hugs me back, I can’t help but inhale her sweet, perfumed scent. This woman. I want to know her more. She intrigues the fuck out of me already.

  I’m already imagining her curvaceous body as she rides my cock, her handful of tits bouncing gloriously. My dick hardens between us and she gasps.

  “Excuse me,” she pants and tries to pull away. But I don’t want her to fucking leave me.

  “Little lady, I think you and I can have some fun times. How about you and I blow this party and I can show you some tricks I can do with my tongue.”

  A sexy little whimper escapes her throat, but she manages to pull away from my grasp. “Listen, sir, I’m not that kind of woman—”

  “Please, call me Donnie. I’m in The Aces,” I smile. I wait for the recognition of being the drummer in one of the hottest rock bands in the country. But instead of the groupie squeal, I get a half-cocked smile.

  “Does that mean you work at this casino?” she asks, her eyebrows pinched together.

  Fuck me. She has no fucking idea who I am.

  “Um, no. Fuck no.”

  She flinches at my words and I instantly regret that they seemed harsh.

  “It was nice meeting you, Donnie. I’ve got to go,” she breathes and turns on her heels, ready to make a beeline for the exit.

  Before she makes it too far away, I call out to her. “Wait! What can I call you? Can I have your number?”

  Right before she reaches the doors, she turns and looks at me one last time. “You can call me Lady, but you can’t call me.”

  And the most intriguing lady of the night slips out the door, leaving me confused with a raging hard-on.

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

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  Wrong (Book 2) – Available Now!

  Scarred (Book 3) – Available Now!

  Mistake (Book 4) – Coming Soon!

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  Disgrace (Book 5) – Coming Soon!

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  Love and Law (Standalone Novel) – Available Now!

  Moth to a Flame (Standalone Novel) – Coming Soon!

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  A very special thanks goes to some super supportive people that always take time to pimp me out. Thank you Elizabeth Thiele, Anne Jolin Bundic, Maree Hunter, Dena Marie, Michelle Berndt, Jennifer Inglehart, Ellen Marie Small, Shera Layn, Kelly O’Connor, Melissa Page, Jackie Lynch, Dawn Vickers, Melissa Gill, Kayla Stewart, Lorena Garcia, Abby Isabella Bearden, Chelsea Carter, Sandee Love, Anna Roselli, Zoe Norman, Christinathe Bookb, Kiki Amit, Ella Fox, Krissy Jefferson, Tessa Teevan, Rochelle Paige, Crystal Aurora Rose Reynolds, Beth Michelle, and Miranda Rcr. You guys go above and beyond—it means the world to me!

  I couldn’t stay motivated with a constant smile on my face without the continuous support of my “fannies”. Alexander Godfrey, Nikki McCrae, Wendy Colby, and Heather Dahlgren—you ladies are my girls! I’d be lost without you!

  Ellz Bellz aka Ella Fox and TT aka Tessa Teevan—I love you girls!! Theories?! I fucking love them!

  I want to thank the beta readers on this book, whom are also my friends. Star Price, Holly Sparks, Wendy Colby, Alexander Godfrey, Heather Dahlgren, Nikki McCrae, Dena Marie, Anne Jolin Bundic, Elizabeth Thiele, Larni Phipps, Melissa Gill, Michelle Berndt, and Jennifer Inglehart you guys provided AMAZING feedback. Pointing out areas that didn’t work and gushing over parts you loved, you helped boost the confidence I needed to finish what I’d started. I can’t thank you enough and look forward to sending you more of my stories in the future.

  I’m especially thankful for the Breaking the Rules Babes. We have a blast sharing sexy man candy photos and our sucks/sweets of the day. Without the daily support of my sisters in there, I’d be pretty lost. You girls rock my world!

  Mickey, my fabulous editor from I’m a Book Shark, thank you for being so awesome. You are one of the most positive people I know. I love our “I love you more” gif wars—you truly are a gem! Thank you Stacey Blake for turning my words into something beautiful. You’re so easy to work with and I’m so thankful to have you!

  A huge thanks goes out to my wonderful husband, Matt. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to make this dream possible as it took a lot of time and money. Not only did you write check after check when I “needed” something else for my book, but you also kept the children fed and bathed. Tighten those apron straps because I don’t have plans of stopping any time soon!

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bsp; Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!

  I’m a thirty three year old self-proclaimed book nerd. Married to my husband for eleven years, we enjoy spending time with our two lovely children. Writing is a newly acquired fun hobby for me that has now turned into a livelihood. In the past, I’ve enjoyed the role as a reader. However, I have learned I absolutely love taking on the creative role as the writer. Something about determining how the story will play out intrigues me to no end. My husband claims that it’s because I like to control things—in a way he’s right!

  Most days, you can find me firmly planted in front of my computer. It’s my life. If the world ever loses power, I’d be one of the first to die—of boredom! But, I guess as long as I have books and a light, I might just survive.

  Looking forward, you can expect to see many more novels from me—my fingers are on fire to get these stories out of my head!

  This writing experience has been a blast and I’ve met some really fabulous people along the way. I hope my readers enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them. I look forward to connecting with you all!

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