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She disappeared around the corner and he followed her, quickening his steps.

“Gotcha!”

Bree threw herself in his arms.

One glance at the impish look on her face, the love blazing from her eyes, and Dylan slowly shook his head. “Everything…it was all a fucking act?”

Scared that he would get mad at her, she kissed him instead of answering, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Dylan kissed her back immediately, his tongue sweeping inside, and his hands were just as thorough as he re-acquainted himself with the precious curves that he had missed so damn much. 

When he lifted his head, she released her breath, partly because she hadn’t really been able to breathe with his dazzling kiss and also because Bree had been initially scared breathless he wouldn’t forgive her for her prank.

Again, he read her face easily and he said quietly, “You can play a thousand pranks on me and it won’t matter. It won’t make any difference – what I did to you, what I want to do to make it up to you, how much I fucking love you…”

With a sob, she pulled his head down for another kiss, crying and laughing. “I love you, babe.”

He shuddered at the words, knowing that it was her way of showing how hard she was trying to fully trust him again.

“I missed making love to you,” he whispered.

“Then let’s,” she whispered back, giggling.

“Let’s go up and get a room—”

She pulled him back to her, this time twisting them around so his back would hit the wall and she landed in front of him. “No, let’s do it here.”

Looking down at her, Dylan thought it was high time to do a little teasing of his own. After pointedly looking around them – the hallway, connecting the hotel’s west wing to the east and which was empty…
for now
– he said easily, “Okay.”

Her eyes widened.

His hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it.

“Wait,” she yelped.

“What are you waiting for, babe?”

“No, wait—”

He started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Dylan, wait!” The familiar sound of Bree’s squeak of embarrassment upon discovering a shocked chambermaid at the other end of the hallway had Dylan laughing.

Taking pity on her, he lifted her up in his arms and she promptly hid her face against his chest. She moaned softly when she realized that he had stopped in front of the reception area and was booking a room for them, and she moaned another time when the sounds of camera phones clicking started.

“We’re going to be on the front page tomorrow.”

He hefted her up, a voiceless command for Bree to look at him.

A sexy, to-die for smirk curved his lips as Dylan said, “That’s exactly what I want, babe. By tomorrow, I want every fucking guy in your school to know that you’re mine.” And without taking his gaze off her, he announced cheerfully over his shoulders, “We’re taking the penthouse suite. And if there are some paps here—”

“There are,” several men and women answered just as cheerfully.

“—well, feel free to hang around. I’m going to make love to my beautiful girlfriend all night long.”

Bree wailed loudly, “Dylan!”

The End

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The Rockstar I Never Knew,
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The Rockstar I Never Knew

The rock star I’ve loved for so long is finally mine and
wants
to be mine.

But if I thought that meant the world would stop loving him, would stop trying to take him away from me…

If I thought the love of a rock star would stop me from worrying about losing him, stop me from doubting him, stop me from pushing him away because of past hurts—

I was so terribly wrong.

OUT 2014

Excerpt:

Henrietta Vermont slid into the vacant booth in front of the nondescript-looking man slowly eating his dinner – steak, cooked rare, boiled potatoes, and celery sticks.

Without looking up from his plate, he said, “The package has been sent.”

The package consisted of comprehensive information detailing the personal background of Dylan Charbonneau – the kind that the press was not and never would be privy to, and the type that would make any man commit would murder rather than have the rock star marry a woman he loved.

“And you’re sure Steel March has received it?”

“Positive.”

A sneer curled on her lips. “Good.”
It was time for payback
, she thought, and the nice thing about her revenge on Dylan was that the first strike would not come from her. 

About the Author

Marian Tee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romantic comedies. She is Filipino-Chinese, has lived all her life in the Philippines, and is a frustrated mangaka. She is addicted to horror flicks, misses hip hop dancing, and loves all things Japanese.

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