Book 1 in My Life on Tender series
Rockstar Romance/Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 11/11/2023
Curl up with your next favorite rockstar romance and meet these two hot
lovers…
A gipsy fortuneteller predicted I had three years to find true love in a
foreign land, away from home. But not in my wildest dreams did I imagine
I’d end up falling in love with a smoking hot rockstar from Southern
California…
I’ve always had a thing for tall, dark-eyed, handsome guitar players.
Now, I’m dating one. Cal is a famous rock star from Southern
California, and I accidentally matched with him on Tender. When he
passionately explores my naked body and makes love to me, he takes me to
paradise. However, when he flirts with his cute neighbor or forbids me to
touch his ugly, I’m in agony and fear I have made the wrong
choice.
Cal’s unpredictable nature keeps me on my toes. He showers me with
gifts and love on one day, but on the next, he acts as if I’m his
worst enemy and turns cold. As if his dark past and emotional scars
won’t let him open his heart again and love a woman. As if he is a
complex riddle that I cannot solve.
The quartz crystal gifted to me by the gypsy fortuneteller seems to agree
with it. It’s supposed to turn pink when I find true love, but it
stays white. That is the reason why Tender is still installed on my phone,
and I keep on swiping left and right. Tender is my trusted friend, my
accomplice, and a contingency plan if Cal and I fail.
However, this is not an option. I’ll make things work between us.
I’ll make him adore me. Beg me to become the second Mrs. Hudson and
stay with him in California. I’ll keep my promise to myself to never
again squander another birthday, drowning in my own tears.
Arina and Cal is a rockstar romance novel and the first book in My Life on
Tender Trilogy. If you enjoy spicy scenes, unexpected plot twists, an
unconventional female protagonist, and surprise endings this novel is for
you. The book is also packed with your favorite tropes: one of us is famous,
grumpy sunshine, blind to love, and emotional scars.
Get cozy in your reading corner and dive into this steamy romance book. Let
the warmth of the love story chase away the chill of the season.
EXCERPT
He looks exactly as he did in the pictures he texted me. Yes, he does. And so does his guitar, with its hue of emerald green akin to my eyes, follows suit. Thank God-Almighty of-Designer-Stilettos that Aidan had to leave town on a business trip. I can tell he is becoming fond of me, and would hate to hurt his feelings. Shopping or meeting with a client wouldn’t have been an acceptable excuse for going out on my own after 10 p.m. Plus, unfortunately (or not), I couldn’t make one single girlfriend in London.
The band has been playing for half an hour to a cheering and whooping full house; the smell of genuine leather, sweat, and cigarettes crawls into my hair, into my clothes and eyes. As the drummer thumps and pounds the grand finale of a song, the singer grabs the microphone with both hands and his raspy voice echoes throughout the room.
“How’re you doing tonight, dudes? Man, it’s good to be back in London. We missed your lager. And your fuckin’ energy!”
Feet stomp on the floor, and hands shoot towards the black ceiling. My ears ring from prolonged shouts and whistles and my skin is damp and sticky from the moist, heavy air. I bet everybody else’s is the same, but I’m the only one who seems to care but me.
As the stage lights sweep over the excited crowd, the guitar player grabs the beer bottle near the pedal board and chugs it down. His eyes slowly scan the room, ignoring the group of girls at the front of the stage shouting his name.
“Cal, Cal, Cal!”
They’re probably 18 or younger, the short-skirt-fake-lashes-flabby skin type, but still brimming with the freshness and vitality of youth. I can no longer deceive myself: 30s are nothing like 20s. It’s hard for me to wake up early if I go to bed after midnight, and a fine line sits at the right corner of my mouth like an exclamation mark. I never noticed it before this evening when I applied the bronzing foundation. When did I get it? I was aiming for a natural look, but this unexpected disaster on my face caused me to change my mind. Aidan says my eyes have a bewitching quality akin to a siren’s song, so I added false eyelashes and played with green and pink shades to make them pop even more.
I wonder if Cal saw me. Even in my high-heel designer boots, I’m still shorter than the hefty guys in front of me.
“Are you ready for some more?” the singer yells into his microphone, and I immediately recognize the groovy opening guitar riff of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love, one of Dad’s favorite songs. My teeth clench—Asshole!—yet my feet join the stomping crowd, propelled by a will of their own. As if he could read my mind, Cal moves to the left side of the stage and stops just about where I am. He performs a flawless rendition of Jimmy Page’s solo, and the hint of a smile blossoms on his lips.
He’s so incredibly sexy in his black shirt, unbuttoned down to his chest, and black jeans tight around his muscled hamstrings that I swallow hard, close my eyes, and imagine his body pressed against mine. His talent is the cherry on the top of this perfect package. Playing guitar must 2 Prologue be one of the most difficult tasks in the world, yet he is comfortable, completely natural and at ease, like a child playing with his favorite toy. Cal disregards the typical stage moves that other guitarists use to thrill the spectators—he’s too entrenched in the music. In fact, he plays with such intensity, as if he was making wild love to his guitar; the way he holds and touches it is filled with sensuality, and the fire in his eyes is so passionate it drives all the women in the room, myself included, into a state of frenzy.
As the song crescendos to a close, Cal goes back to his spot on the left of the stage and the audience is bathed in the glow of bright lights once more. I can now make out the denim jackets of the towering men in front of me. The band’s logo of Dark Surf is stitched above a printed image of its four members.
My lips draw up into a smile. These guys may obstruct my gaze with their hefty frame, but… They bought their tickets while I’m the special guest of the rock’n’roll god himself. We connected rather by accident—an accidental match on Tender.
Some people say there are no accidents in life and stuff always happens for a reason.
About the Author
A.G. Billig (her friends call her Andreea) is a #1 Amazon Bestselling
Author, motivational speaker, and founder of The Project Love. A life
explorer, she delights in writing novels for the romantic in you and
non-fiction books that will inspire you to fully open your heart to
love.
Celebrated for her unparalleled ability in writing characters that resonate
with readers and painting scenes that come alive, she delights in fashioning
courageous women protagonists who will risk it all for love. While
navigating through a bumpy ride of unforeseen challenges, they unveil their
raw, authentic selves as the ultimate prize on their quest to a happy
ending.
A.G.’s love for writing blossomed at 8, and she wrote her first novel
at 15. As a child prodigy, she won several national literary awards in
Romania, her country of birth. Her academic qualifications include a BA in
Foreign Languages and Literatures and an MA in PR and Communications.
Over the years, she experimented with different roles to explore her
creativity and interests. She was a TV host, a radio host, an
editor-in-chief, a PR consultant, and a self-publishing coach. She even won
a bronze medal in ballroom dancing. Ultimately, she came to the realization
that writing is where her true happiness lies.
She is currently a proud (and grateful) resident of the magical place
called Sedona, Arizona.
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