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Rock
Author: Kendall Grey
Series: Hard Rock Harlots #4
Narrator: Lessa Lamb
Unabridged: 7 hr 50 min
Format: Digital Audiobook Download
Publisher: Howling Mad Press
Published: 12/02/2021
Synopsis
Book 4 in the Hard Rock Harlots series
WARNING: ROCK is a no-holds- (or holes-) barred bisexual, polyamorous lust-fest for the senses. It contains GRAPHIC LANGUAGE and EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX. This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or anyone expecting a realistic story. A strong stomach, an open mind, and appreciation for over-the-top, egotistical characters are a must. Best read after STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES.
If you'd asked me to describe myself a couple weeks ago, I'd have told you I'm Letty F*cking Dillinger--The Rock in your cock, the cream in your wet dream, the spunk in your junk.
I had everything a girl could want: A hot rocker boyfriend, fame, a nuclear cooter, a smart phone ... The whole damn world at my feet. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I have no regrets.
But everything changed when *she* exploded on the scene with the mother of atomic bombs strapped across her chest. She's beautiful, talented, and holds the key to my future--my life as I know it--in her hands.
I hate her. I f*cking hate her. Because she and her merry band of bitches made me do something I've never done before. They made me doubt myself.
Who am I?
I'm not sure anymore.
WARNING: ROCK is a no-holds- (or holes-) barred bisexual, polyamorous lust-fest for the senses. It contains GRAPHIC LANGUAGE and EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX. This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or anyone expecting a realistic story. A strong stomach, an open mind, and appreciation for over-the-top, egotistical characters are a must. Best read after STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES.
If you'd asked me to describe myself a couple weeks ago, I'd have told you I'm Letty F*cking Dillinger--The Rock in your cock, the cream in your wet dream, the spunk in your junk.
I had everything a girl could want: A hot rocker boyfriend, fame, a nuclear cooter, a smart phone ... The whole damn world at my feet. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I have no regrets.
But everything changed when *she* exploded on the scene with the mother of atomic bombs strapped across her chest. She's beautiful, talented, and holds the key to my future--my life as I know it--in her hands.
I hate her. I f*cking hate her. Because she and her merry band of bitches made me do something I've never done before. They made me doubt myself.
Who am I?
I'm not sure anymore.
