Padme's Library: I was a Famous Rock Star by Alexandra Ainsworth

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

I was a Famous Rock Star by Alexandra Ainsworth

Title: I was a Famous Rock Star

Author: Alexandra Ainsworth

Series: Men of Midnight Dreams #1

Genre: New Adult, M/M Romance

Release Date: May 4, 2015

Summary:
What if the whole world knows who you are, but you wake up to find you have forgotten everything since high school?

When Caleb wakes up in a glamorous LA clinic, he is a changed man. His once-scrawny body is toned, his now-white teeth gleam, and everyone looks at him in adoration. Caleb shouldn’t even be in the US–he’s English, and has never traveled farther than London.

Somehow Caleb transformed from an eighteen-year old, sexually questioning, reclusive high school student who spent his free time composing and practicing music in his parents’ shabby council flat to become a world famous rock star with adoring fans and his own mansion overlooking the Pacific.

Caleb bravely tries to fit into his new life as he recovers from his amnesia. But who is the handsome assistant publicity manager who visits him in the hospital? Why does everyone think Caleb is straight? What has Caleb forgotten? And will he ever remember?

I slide my hand from his thigh to his chest. My hand brushes against his shirt, and I pull him closer to me, grateful for my newfound strength. I think about kissing him, but I'm nervous. Maybe the old Caleb was used to kissing him, sucking on his luscious lips and exploring his tongue with mine, but this version of me has never kissed a man before.
My life will shift when I do, and I stare at him.
My lips settle on his cheek, and I kiss him, moaning as I press against stubble. My hands stretch to his hair, hair long enough to brush my fingers against but short enough to not get tangled in, and to remind me he is all man.
"Caleb," Mateo's voice is hoarse, and his breath increases in volume. "Oh God.”
Lust soars through me. I move my lips, brushing light kisses against his defined cheekbones. His eyelids flutter shut, and I kiss the creases. I pull him closer to me, allowing myself simply to wonder at his warmth and presence.
Something soars inside me when his hands find mine. His eyes are hungry, yet his touch is gentle, as if he is afraid I might vanish, though nothing could be farther from my intentions.

Author Bio:
Alexandra Ainsworth loves cloche hats, Earl Grey tea, and romance books.

She wrote her first historical romance at age eight and gave it to her grandmother for her birthday. It had illustrations and involved a lot of fainting and a main character named Loretta. She's glad that her readers now are not subjected to her artwork.

She sometimes wonders if the naked men in her books might be an inadvertent consequence of attending a women's college for four years.