Ripped (The REAL series)
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The fifth book in the New York Times new adult series that began with Real.
A ripped rock star with attitude. An ex-girlfriend with a reckless plan.
Pandora assumed getting her heart broken by her bad boy ex could only happen once--until Mackenna Jones comes back to town for the biggest concert of his career. They say girls are getting pregnant just thinking about the Crack Bikini tour and it's destined to be a huge hit.
Oh, it'll be a hit alright--when Pandora comes out swinging. She and her friend Melanie are determined to humiliate him onstage. But when they're caught by security and her ex is summoned, Mackenna decides not to press charges if she'll join him on tour and follow certain conditions--rules designed to give him the upper hand and keep her in close contact with him once again. Soon, the passion they once shared is reignited, and no matter how much Pandora wants to hate him, her hard exterior starts to crack.
And worse: Mackenna knows it, too. But he hasn't uncovered all her secrets...
of hers that apparently still makes me hard as a teenager. “Do me a favor, get me something to drink,” I whisper to the girls, and I rub the back of my neck as I wait for them to come back. Whoa, this encounter worked you up, Jones! Fuck her, she’s getting to me again. But I can’t let her. “Come back so we can fuck,” I shout after them. Shutting my eyes, it’s no use. I can’t get rid of the way she looked at me, with those angry dark-as-sin eyes, that ridiculous pink streak in her hair. I’m
lemonade stand has no creativity like we do.” “And we’re gonna add water so we get more orange juice to sell.” “What? No, oooh no no. I’m drawing the line there, Mags. We are not watering down the orange juice. That’s for complete delinquents.” “Delinquents! I wanna be a delinquent with you!” she squeals, and I grin like a dope and stare at my bracelet as she starts telling me about what she’s done. The bracelet has little gem charms, colorful and rugged in texture. They’re supposed to protect
she laughs a little. We end up talking a little bit. She’s not perfect, my mom. But she’s the only one who knows how much I’ve screwed up and hasn’t hightailed it out of my life. She never lets me forget that. Then I get to talk to Magnolia. “I miss you, Panny, I have forty-seven things now.” “Wait, let me guess! We’re going to dress like gorillas and bang our chests out on the sidewalks?” “No! But that will be forty-eight!” I smile with happiness, but the guilt I usually feel when I’m
little pieces of it over my head, watching me as I gasp and the juice spreads down my face and the side of my neck. “There you go,” he croons, his smile wolfish as he works his fingers into my hair to make the juice seep deeper. When I struggle to pull free, he grips the back of my head and presses his nose to my ear, making me tense to stifle a shudder. “You just pissed off my entire fucking band. Do you realize the kind of charges we’re going to press?” Yes, I do. My mother is a lawyer, so I
until she’s trembling in my arms. Until she forgets to curse and tease me because she’s so busy moaning for me to fuck her harder. I can’t deny she’s the best sex I’ve ever had. But it’s not just because she’s a fucking goddess, because she is. A dark Medusa, I’m under her spell, and all I want is to be in her. And I love being in her because I love her. The way she smells. The way she smiles like she doesn’t want to but can’t help it. The way she kisses with all that angry passion inside