




If you win the bet, we’ll let you disappear. If you lose, you’ll be trapped on stage forever.
Charlie
I'm definitely straight, but when rock god Eli Steele offers me the opportunity of a lifetime in exchange for being his fake husband for a year, I can't say no. That's how I find myself sharing a bed - and more than a few kisses - with the lead singer of Blood Money. All I have to do is stay focused on my work and pretend to be in love with him. Easy, right?
Eli
I took a stupid fucking bet and now I have to convince Charlie to fall for me without using mind control. He's straight, but the bigger problem is that he's human and I'm not. Once he finds out I'm really a vampire, will he be able to look past my fangs and see what's in my heart?

Excerpt:
Eli
Charlie cleared his throat. “Speaking of sunshine, it’s getting pretty late. Or early. We should probably get back. Don’t you think Sam and the others will be looking for us soon?”
I shrugged. “Probably not. But you’re right. It’s almost time to turn in for the night.” A moment passed. “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t take the opportunity to kiss my husband on such a lovely evening under the beautiful moon.” I leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
When I pulled away, Drew huffed. “Is that all?”
A tight laugh escaped me. “Just getting warmed up.” I leaned into Charlie again, and he tilted his head up, welcoming me. I touched our lips together, and after a second’s hesitation, I slid my tongue to meet his. He opened to me, our tongues easing together, tentatively at first.
My stomach clenched and roiled as I deepened the kiss, pulling Charlie close to me. I tightened a fist in the back of his shirt and let my free hand slip along his jaw, brushing the slight stubble with the pad of my thumb. Charlie’s breath tightened as we kissed, and his hands gripped my hips firmly.
We moved together with a few false starts, but as we kissed, something blossomed in my chest. I held him closer still, until our hips brushed one another and I became instantly aware of his erection, standing at attention between our bodies. My own cock ached and strained towards Charlie. I could hear his heartbeat as it sped up, thudding so loudly that I nearly lost control.
Drew cleared his throat. “Yes, well, that’s really enough of that.”
Our movement slowed, and I drew away reluctantly. We stared at each other, gazes locked for a moment, and I swiped at his lower lip with my thumb before taking his hand and turning to Drew. “I believe I’ve said this before, but you can seriously fuck off.”

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About the Author:
Riley Long is a wife and mother living a quiet life in Virginia, with her husband, son, and one goofy pit bull. She passes her evenings writing, reading, and watching bad television (or not so bad television). For fun, Riley participates in NaNoWriMo, GISH, and reads with her book club, the BAMFs. She likes things with silly acronyms. The craziest thing Riley has ever done involves whipped cream and hugs. Riley writes sweet and sexy romance, with a special place in her heart for hipsters and musicians.













Blog Tour Excerpt:
Now Friday afternoon, I found myself tumbling to the ground inside the front entryway after a wild animal crashed into me when I opened the door. Its brown mane blocked my vision, and its snarl wreaked havoc on my hearing.
“Ow, what are you doing?” I could tell this was serious to her, but I couldn’t control my laughter. Sam was even cuter when angry.
“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Mister.”
I loved it when she called me Mistah.
“I can’t believe you told him things before me?”
“Sam, you know more about me than he does.” We were speaking of Max. During our phone call, I’d filled Sam in on every square inch of my return to Chadwick.
“Yeah, but he knew things that I didn’t. Important things!”
“Like what?”
“Like about your dad. And why you moved here. And... and more.” Her bottom lip poked out in the most adorable way. I fought back a smile, but she suspected one lurked and punched me in the shoulder before rolling off me and stomping to the kitchen. I got up to follow.
“Sam, you’re my first friend—”
“Your only friend—”
“My first best friend—”
“Your only best friend—”
“Sam!”
“Fine!” She whirled around, jabbing her finger against my chest. “But he only gets to have you Monday through Friday. As your only best friend, I recognize that you need someone when I’m not there. As soon as the weekend rolls around, you’re mine, Buddy.”



