If y’all read No Regrets, you were probably one of the many people who blew up my messenger/Twitter/email BEGGING to read more about Lizard. This silly little ancillary character I wrote to co-exist alongside Anthony made some sort of unexplainable impact on all of you.
I mean, the guy has the smooth voice of an angel, the tongue of a God, and platinum locks that shine like the sun. I can’t IMAGINE what it was that you wanted more of …
I swore I wasn’t going to do it. There was NEVER a plan to write Lizard into a leading role. Your pleas went in one ear and out the other. Nope. Not gonna do it. No Lizard for you! (Imagine the Soup Nazi saying that)
Then something happened.
Michelle Mankin approached me with the idea to write a rockstar romance anthology. Ten authors, ten short stories, one delicious volume. My head was SPINNING, and when it stopped one name jumped off the diving board into my subconscious. Lizard.
A few weeks later, Hate F*ck was born.
A fuck-frienemies to lovers story, it stars Lizard & Maribelle: the lead singer of struggling rock band, Steele Hammer, and the fiery Latina that steals his heart. It picks up two years after No Regrets left off. The decade of decadence is back. Leather pants, big hair, and plenty of California Sunset Strip heat to burn up your kindles.
The My Night with a Rockstar Anthology also includes new stories from J. Bengtsson Author • Dawn L. Chiletz • L. A. Cotton • Crystal Kaswell • Author Michelle Mankin • Anne Mercier - Author • Author Alyson Santos • Kacey Shea • Author Lisa Suzanne
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Hate F*ck
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I hate him.
Chett “Lizard” Connelly, the frontman for Steele Hammer, with his arrogant attitude and evil tongue that gave him his nickname. He was a one-night stand that stretched on for two years, a f*ck frienemy who became my roommate until his music career took off.
He’s too hot for his own good.
I detest his aloof blue gaze with the passion of a thousand dying suns.
I despise the smug smile that obliterates my self-control.
But most of all, I loathe myself every time I f*ck him.
Hating him is easier than admitting the truth.
I should have run the moment I saw his stupid, gorgeous face, but I sat on it and fell in love instead.