Stranded with the Rockstar (Rockstar #1)

Stranded with the Rockstar (Rockstar #1)

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***MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY*** Excerpt: "Haven't you ever done something you shouldn't, just because you wanted to?" He's close enough now that I can feel puffs of air as he speaks. I'm instantly covered in goosebumps. I know he could take them away, but I fight against the impulse. "It's not safe, Harry." None of this is-not the jump, not the temptation. He moves his free hand to the nape of my neck, trailing his thumb along my jaw slowly. "I know it's not safe, Sunny, but I'm not scared." Roma has lived a simple life, never imagining something like this would happen. Being stranded on an island, and with the world's biggest rock star! He's lazy, he only cares for himself, and knows nothing about surviving in this environment. Things couldn't get more bizarre until she discovers the feelings that seem to be growing between the two of them. Will they be able to survive? Or get rescued before it too late? And will they be able to resist the pull toward each other?
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We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

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