He's a famous rock star having trouble finding his voice. She has a mouth that gets her in trouble. What happens when her mouth meets his lips and everything turns explosive.

Title:  Idol
Author:  Elizabeth Lynx
Genre:  Romantic Comedy
Standalone Novella, book 1 in Price of Fame series.
Blurb:
Little did he know when he woke up this morning that a short redhead would destroy his perfect, Maserati driving world.


Those were the first words I said when I set eyes on the hot-as-sin rock star’s long, wide…
car. It was beautiful. Hunter Six was gorgeous. He may be rich, famous, and one of the most talented singers of this century, but that didn’t mean he could get away with what he did to my mom.


Willa Jones
just played you, bro.


That’s what my brother said to me after a beautiful woman ripped apart my life with a little piece of chalk. Let me preface that with a fact: The image she drew of a specific part of my body was a whole lot
bigger in real life. Despite her ridiculously inaccurate depiction of me, she tricked me into taking my picture. My days of living in obscurity, taking a break from the rock-star life were numbered
, destroyed by a fiery redhead.
When she finally threw the chalk to the ground, I watched a particular part of her body sashay away and knew I’d never get her out of my head.

EXCERPT:
Hunter shifted and leaned on his elbow, facing me. It was a sexy pose, and I was thankful my fake fur jacket wouldn’t reveal how hard my nipples were as his deep voice ripped apart my excuse.
“Let me guess, you want something from me. Money or you got a demo you want me to hear.”
That sexy heat vibe that got my body worked up instantly changed to a different type of 
heat—anger. I pushed off the counter and turned to him, pointing my finger into his chest. I didn’t care how hard it was or that this small touch was confusing in a sexually frustrating way.
I was mad.
“Is that what you think of me? Someone who only wants money from you? If I wanted that, I would have sold that picture I took of you last week. The one with your devastating smile. The smile no one in public has ever witnessed. I’d get top dollar for that.”
Then he did it again. The fucker smiled and
it was just as heart-stopping and nipple-hardening as before. The guy had a superpower—his grin.
That wasn’t fair. He was rich, sexy, talented, and could cause women to orgasm with only a grin.
What was my superpower? Get fired. Call people inappropriate names in chalk. Possibly fall victim to a psycho killer who poses as a rock star just to lure women into eating baked goods so he can bake them into a pie.
The last one was a stretch, I know, but with my luck, I wouldn’t be surprised
if it came true.
“Devastating, huh?”
I lowered my finger and bit my lip. “I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.” His voice went up a few octaves and
he danced around in front of me, flapping his hands. “Oh, Hunter, you are so sexy. I’d do anything for you to smile at me. Your grin causes me to orgasm right on the spot.”
I snorted and quickly covered my mouth. Pursing my lips, I tried to remain mad, but it was difficult. “You look ridiculous, and I don’t sound like that. Nor is any of that true.”
“You’re telling me that 
you didn’t just orgasm in front of me?”
“No. Of course not
.”
“How about if I tickle your elbow?” He wiggled his eyebrows like this was the best idea in the world.
“What sort of weird fetish do you have? Niki told me rock stars could be eccentric, but I never thought tickling was your thing.”
“Who’s Niki? Your boyfriend?”
He did it again. He caused my heart to twist as he shoved his hands into his front pockets and lowered his gaze to the floor. Hunter was being shy and sweet and not subtle at all about finding out if I was single, and it was the most adorable thing to witness.
“No, you met her. The blonde who 
was with me in the Hella Ella parking lot last week.”
She helped me find Hunter. She called her agent, who also happens to be
Hunter’s agent’s sister. There’s some sibling rivalry there that Niki swore could be used
in our favor. It took a few days, but I finally got the address this morning—exactly a week since the parking lot fiasco.
Most things I do 
end with the word fiasco.
He nodded. “That’s good.”
“Why would Niki not being my boyfriend be good?”
“Because, Willa ...” He lifted his blue eyes to mine and moved so close that I gasped, but in a good way. Not in a he’s-
going-to-kill-me kind of way, either—which I was now ninety percent certain he didn’t want to use my body as ingredients for his pie recipe. “I want to kiss you.”

Trying to lose your virginity at a New Year’s party isn’t the best plan. The only things worse? When the guy turns you down but you still have to work with him.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but here goes. My name is Emmie and I’m a virgin. I know what you’re thinking. How could a twenty-eight-year-old woman who runs her own company not have turned in her V-card by now?
While I won’t go into details about it right now, 
 I will admit that I’ve been a bit 
busy with work. Time flies when there’s a media
 empire to build. But I decided this year to make things right. A new year’s resolution. To find someone to make me a woman before the clock strikes twelve.
It’s all going to plan. I find the hottest guy at the party. He is more than willing to come up to my bedroom. Then I make the mistake of trying to kiss him. Not only did I not pop my cherry, but I can’t ever look Jon in the eyes again.
Hi, I’m Jon. The one Emmie tries to seduce on New Year’s. Things are still a bit 
fuzzy about that night, but I do 
remember Emmie. She’s beautiful and knows what she wants. Emmie is a guy’s wet dream. She’s my wet dream.
I’m in control of my life. I run a successful company with my sister and work hard to do things right. I make sure things get done right without a hair out of place. But when I’m around Emmie
it’s as if I met my match. My work suffers and everything I do is wrong.
I should walk away from her. Tell her I want no part in her life. The trouble is whenever I leave, I can’t stop thinking about her.
I’m ready to let her take control of my heart but what if she doesn’t want it?

A movie star moves next door. A disabled veteran minds his own business watching a rather loud *ahem* movie in his bedroom. What happens when she gets fed up with the noise by breaking into his place only to discover him in his birthday suit?
Hi. I’m Niki Sargeant. The actress mentioned above. No, that’s not a movie pitch I plan to show producers. It’s my life.
I recently became Hollywood’s it-girl and moved into a swanky condo. When I hear a woman screaming rather loudly from my new neighbor’s home, I’m concerned. Breaking into his condo seems like a good idea at the time, 
at least that’s what my friends tell me. I realize it’s a mistake once he appears in the living room with no clothes on.
Yet, I can’t keep my eyes off him.


Did Niki say she broke into my place over concern about a woman screaming? Let me tell you the truth.
I’m Tucker Six, former
Marine, the current head of a tech firm, and a mysterious loner. Maybe not a loner or mysterious but I am where it counts.
Wait, that didn’t come out right. Let’s start over.
There is only one reason Niki broke into my home, my body. I won’t lie. I’m cut and the coolest person within a five-mile radius. I can’t blame Niki for wanting me. But I have a problem.
She obviously 
wants me for my body but I wanted her heart.

Genre:  Romantic Comedy
Standalone Novella, book 2 in Price of Fame series.