Published May 9th, 2013
Description:
Sapphire “Saffi” March used to be known as an eccentric genius, the girl who had made a laughingstock of her illustrious family. But she’s reinvented herself since then. Now a post-graduate honor student, Saffi is determined to be a dutiful daughter, with no one in her world ever supposed to know she’s also the most diehard fangirl of Sweden’s #1 Sex God.
It’s her greatest secret, and the times she watches the sex god sing and dance are the only times she could just breathe…and be herself.
Handsome like a classical statue but earthy and sexy like a pagan god, Staffan Aehrenthal is the most wildly successful rockstar that ever came on stage. He should be celebrating being on top of his world, but a woman’s betrayal had Staffan forging a path to self-destruction instead.
Life no longer meant anything – until serendipity introduced him to a beautiful and funny girl with an adorably unique fascination with fishes.
When their worlds collide on one fateful weekend, Saffi is disguised as a gum-chewing hardcore groupie while Staffan pretends he hasn’t been trailing after her all over the Internet. It’s a recipe for the most hilarious and heartbreaking of disasters because when fangirls lie, the craziest things can happen – like a rockstar falling in love.
EXCERPT:
There was nothing as beautiful as seeing
Staffan Aehrenthal dance. It was sheer poetry in motion, and he never failed to
seduce his faithful audience with every little move he made. There were just no
words to describe the heart-thumping excitement he evoked from his fans no
matter how fast or slow he danced. And when he started to sing, oh God, how it
made Saffi’s body tremble with desire!
Staffan’s
eyes suddenly locked with hers.
She
gasped.
She
knew she must be imagining it. She must be. He couldn’t be---
The
line of bouncers suddenly split into two from the center, just in time to let
Staffan jump down from the stage. And then he was walking towards Saffi, his
eyes never leaving hers.
Saffi’s
gasp came out strangled, and it became harder and harder to breathe as Staffan
came closer, a six-foot-five silver-haired man whose face was literally the
last thing she saw before she slept and the first thing she saw when she woke
up. He was the subject of her laptop, tablet, and phone’s screensaver, the
pin-up in her high school locker, and she even had a limited edition
collectible photo in her wallet.
Before
she knew it, Staffan was already standing right in front of her, too gorgeous
to be true but too close not to be real.
God,
he was tall. God, he was sexy. And oh! Galloping groupers! Those hazel eyes.
Surely she had to be mistaken. Surely those eyes didn’t say---
Staffan
Aehrenthal held his hand out.
She
took it without even a moment’s hesitation.
As
he pulled her close, the screams all around them became louder. But even so,
she heard Staffan very well as he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to f***
you now.”
And
the next thing she knew, he was leading her up the stage.
Staffan
Aehrenthal taking a girl from the crowd and dancing with her on stage was
nothing unusual. He did it in every single one of his concerts. She had been
aware of that, and she had envied all the girls who had the privilege of
dancing with him. But what she didn’t know was that dancing with Staffan meant
something entirely unexpected.
Staffan
held her close, singing, not saying a word to her even if it was his backup
vocals’ turn to sing. But with every chance he got, his hands would graze her
breasts, pinching her nipples to life. Every time he would twirl her around,
his hands would be brushing against her most private part, the one that had
started to throb just because he was near.
[…]
A
part of her was completely shocked. He was seducing her…not just in public but
on stage. At a concert that thousands of mobile phones were presently
recording, a concert that could be televised---
She
should be running away from him now, but she couldn’t. All Saffi could do was
look and feel Staffan Aehrenthal touch her. All she could think was him.
Staffan.Staffan.Staffan.
The
look on Saffi March’s face almost made Staffan lose his concentration. Dammit.
She looked so fucking sweet, so ripe for fucking, that only his sense of
professionalism, honed razor sharp by the years he had worked in the music
business, kept him from losing control and taking her then and there.
He had always done this. Always. But
only Saffi threatened his control.
Book #2
Released August 30th, 2013
Description:
Fish-loving Saffi March is no longer a boring post-grad student by day, hopeless fangirl at night. Now that Sweden’s #1 Sex God Staffan Aehrenthal is in love with her, it’s only a matter of time before she has her happily-ever-after…right?
Devastating daggertooth pike conger!
Staffan Aehrenthal is determined never to fall in love again. Saffi hasn’t told Staffan she’s pregnant – and he ends up learning about it from the tabloids. She had made him believe in happily-ever after endings but now he knows it’s an illusion…just like the Saffi he thought he knew and loved.
Optimistic Oriental loach!
With Staffan and the whole world mistakenly thinking she’s carrying the baby of a desert prince, a happily-ever-after for her and Staffan doesn’t seem possible any longer. But Saffi is determined not to lose hope, not even if the man she’s only ever loved is the man who’s hurting her the most.
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About the author:
I’m from the Philippines, half Filipino and half Chinese with a love for all things Japanese! Yes, that rhymed. I love dancing, travelling, watching horror movies and basketball, and reading Archie comics.
Of course I love reading books, too. In fact, if I’m a little too slow in releasing a new book, it’s probably because I’m too busy being a reader and forgot all about being a writer. Yes, I know, MY BAD!
I am a frustrated MANGAKA, hence why I write novels like Drawn and why I have a Vampire Knight fan fic posted at FanFiction.net (just search for Morteia Chronicles).
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