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Title:
A Cruel Kind of Beautiful
Author:
Michelle Hazen
Release
Date: December 4, 2017
Publisher:
Self-published
Series:
Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll
Genres:
Contemporary Romance
Page Count:
344
If you can’t
get to the Big O, can you get to the happily ever after?
Jera
McKnight loves music, swoons for hot guys, but sucks at sex. Jacob
Tate is her perfect storm: a pun-loving nude model with a heart as
big as his record collection.
When a newspaper-delivery
accident lands him in her living room, he’s almost tempting enough
to make her forget she’s never been able to please a man—in bed
or out of it. Sure, he laughs at her obscure jokes, and he’ll even
accept a PG-rating if it means he gets time with her, but he’s also
hiding something. And it has everything to do with the off-limits
room in his apartment.
Jera pours all her confusion and
longing into her drum kit, which pays off when her band lands the
record deal of their dreams. Except just like Jacob, it might be too
good to come without a catch.
She doesn’t know if her
music is good enough to attract a better contract, or if she’s
enough to tempt a man like Jacob to give up his secrets, even if they
could fix her problems between the sheets. But if this rocker girl is
too afraid to bet on herself, she might just end up playing to an
empty house.
A
CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL Excerpt
Copyright
© 2017 Michelle Hazen
“If this is
about sex, here’s the thing: I like sex. Every kind of sex. And I
can make it unbelievably good for you.” He says it without a hint
of a blush, and no trace of arrogance. The temperature of my skin
rockets up.
I swallow to
combat my suddenly dry mouth. I really, really want to roll him on
top of me and forget that no matter how hot he makes me, I’ll be
left panting and straining and unfulfilled at the end.
I want to
pretend I don’t know better.
“This isn’t
a romance novel,” I tell Jacob. “It doesn’t work like that. You
can’t just put on some Barry Manilow and call it making love, and
be so gentle with me that my head explodes into a rain of fireworks.
I tried all that, and it sucked.”
I push up to
sitting, my eyes darting away from him as I rub one hand down my
opposite arm. I hate how ugly it makes me feel to talk about this
stuff.
“No matter how
excited I get, I can’t finish. My ex tried to help me get over it,
and it only made the whole thing worse for both of us.”
“Look, I get
that. I listened to that shitty voicemail he left you. But it doesn’t
have to go that way, Jera. Did you know that seventy-five percent of
women have trouble experiencing orgasm through vaginal sex? Only
fifteen percent of women have the same trouble once additional
stimulation is provided.” He sits up too. “Have you tried toys?
Even just a little booster like a vibrating cock ring? What about
fetishes?”
I blink, at a
loss.
“Fetishes can
be really unique, and they are often biologically based,” he
explains. “Not linked to trauma or anything weird. They’re
incredibly powerful. You could have an insane gummy bear fetish or
something and just have no idea that's what you need to get excited.
Have you read much erotica?”
My cheeks burn
and if my mouth isn’t hanging open, it’s only because I’m too
shocked to move.
“I might have
done some research,” he admits.
“Oh really? I
thought I accidentally hit play on my Sexual
Dysfunction for Dummies audiobook.
How are you not blushing right now?”
“I like
talking about sex.” He shrugs. “And it’s important to you. Of
course I want to know as much as I can. Besides, I’m an engineering
major. Taking things apart and figuring out how they work is kind of
what we do.”
That pulls a
reluctant smile from me, because that is insanely nerdy but also
sweet, and more than a little embarrassing. I don’t even want to
see all the ways I’ve besmirched his browser history.
Michelle
Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her
husband ducked out of the 9 to 5 world and moved into their truck. As
a result, she wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places,
including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach
in Honduras. Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking,
and Tillamook cheese.