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Five erotic tales for the price of one! This bundle contains Mischa Mare’s full Rock Star Lovers Series - full of hot, passionate guitarists and music stars. (Adults Only- 21,000+ Words)Band MotivatorWhen a job interview turns sour, Christie’s sureMoreFive erotic tales for the price of one! This bundle contains Mischa Mare’s full Rock Star Lovers Series - full of hot, passionate guitarists and music stars. (Adults Only- 21,000+ Words)Band MotivatorWhen a job interview turns sour, Christie’s sure she’s lost her chance at becoming Unwelcome Company’s new ‘Band Motivator’. But it’s the lead man who gets the final say... (Adults Only- 5,000+ Words)I looked up at the man, conscious of his arm on my back- his hand on my thigh. I found myself stumbling over my words. Johnny’s looks hadn’t intimidated me before. Probably because I knew I could never be with a guy like this. Not me. Now, with that possibility turning into reality, I felt the weight of the rock star’s presence on my shoulders.Wealthy enough to rent every seat in a plane to Atlanta, famous enough to be included in the pantheon of rock gods, confident enough to fire his entire band in an instant—And seemingly completely in love with me!The pressure was almost too much. I felt like if Johnny opened the plane’s emergency hatch and told me to jump, I wouldn’t waste an extra second grabbing a parachute.“Hey, Christie.”Johnny’s face was lit up by his smile, a boyish sort of contagious grin. He motioned with his eyes down towards his lap.The BodyguardWhen Carter’s job takes an unexpected erotic turn, who’s going to protect HIM from the rock star he’s supposed to be guarding? (Adults Only- 4,000+ Words)The liquid burned my throat. I had to quickly cover my mouth. I could feel it searing its way all the way down to my stomach. My eyes watered- I thought I was going to throw up!Michael patted me on the back, laughing quietly as he did.“Still a little wet behind the ears, huh? We’ll fix that.”“Tasted like battery acid…” I said, wiping my eyes.“Get rid of those tears, kid- we’ve got company.”I could still feel Michael’s hand on my back. It was sliding down the fabric of my suit jacket. When I looked at the man—eyes widening as his hand reached my butt—I saw that he wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were on the men approaching us.