Loving the Rock God

By Aphrodite Hunt

After kidnapping the Sexiest Man Alive, rock superstar Blaine Mitchell, and mistakenly allowing him to escape, former star journalist Jordan Brown is now on the lam.

She has no choice but to head for the Mexican border, ferrying her BIG SECRET. But not before she manages to send a message to Blaine regarding why she kidnapped him.

Meanwhile, Blaine has been found and is recuperating in a hospital. The beautiful and tenacious police detective wants to know who kidnapped him so that she can put the perp behind bars for a long time.

What will Blaine tell her? And how will he react to Jordan's message, if he actually sees it in time?

This is the final book in the super-sexy ROCK GOD series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
The Rock God's Indecent Desire
Kidnapping the Rock God
Loving the Rock God

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aphrodite Hunt
• Release date: Oct 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370304530

Aphrodite Hunt

Aphrodite Hunt writes smut and can be frequently seen carressing herself under her skirt as she types with one hand on her computer. Sign up for her newsletter to receive two free books: http://eepurl.com/Aqujn

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1

Jordan

How does it feel to be the most wanted criminal in America?

Here I am, holding on to my baby, Miranda.

Miranda Mitchell. That’s her real name – even though Blaine doesn’t know that she exists and hasn’t claimed her legally. Miranda Mitchell – the cute-as-buttons product of an illicit love affair that lasted all of two weeks between me and the sexiest rock god in the world, Blaine Mitchell.

Juan is driving. Javier sits upfront with him.

The situation is as brittle as a peanut butter crisp.

Gagagaga, Miranda gurgles.

Sssssh, baby.

I shake her in a way that is supposed to be comforting. Though if you shook me that way, my head would reel enough to puke on the car seat, for sure.

Miranda looks up crossly at me as though to say, You’re a bad mommy.

Of course, I’m a bad mommy.

I conceived her by having plenty of torrid sex with her daddy, Blaine Mitchell – rock superstar, former sexiest man in the world, super-famous TV personality, movie star, and kidnap victim.

That’s right.

After I gave birth to baby Miranda, I embarked upon a devious, obsessive plan to kidnap her father with the help of my two Mexican friends. I wanted answers out of him, I convinced myself. Like why he dumped me the moment Judy Allen, his ex-girlfriend who also happens to be a movie star, walked in.

I have my answers now.

And I’m miserable as fuck.

You see, the reason why he went back to Judy Allen and couldn’t tell anyone about it was because Judy had HIV.

Yeah. It makes me feel guilty as hell, even though I’m not responsible for Judy Allen getting HIV. But I’m surely responsibly for hating on both her and Blaine for the longest time.

Blaine thought at first that he had HIV, too, because he wasn’t using condoms when he fucked Judy. But it turned out that he escaped the noose. So he went back to Judy to support her when she started her antiretroviral treatments. They broke up again soon after because the whole relationship was a sham.

I was so screwed up in the head with post-partum madness that I couldn’t ask him about this in the normal way.

You see, it could have easily gone like this:

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ME: (on the phone) Hi, Blaine.

BLAINE: Jordan? Is that you?

ME: Yeah. After two years, I figured I’d give you a call.

BLAINE: Uh, I don’t get many calls from my ex-girlfriends, but Okayyyy. What can I do for you?

ME: This has been bugging me for two years. My shrink advises me to seek closure from you.

BLAINE: Uh, oh. That sounds serious.

ME: It's better for both of us if I get it over with.

BLAINE: If you put it like that, then shoot.

ME: What I want and need to know from you is this: why did you dump me? I thought we had a good thing going.

BLAINE: (nonplussed) Uh . . . it’s a secret.

ME: Please. I can keep secrets. This question is driving me wild. My psychologist bills are eating into my forced monthly savings.

BLAINE: Believe me when I said it wasn’t you. It was really about me and Judy.

ME: Yeah, I can tell. (Rolls eyes).

BLAINE: (hesitates) If you really must know . . .

ME: Yes, I must.

BLAINE: Judy is ill.

ME: Ill? In what way?

BLAINE: Let’s just say she contracted a terminal disease.

ME: Oh my God! She has the big C!

BLAINE: Something close.

ME: What does she have?

BLAINE: I can’t reveal that.

ME: Why not?

BLAINE: Because you’re a journalist.

ME: Journalists can keep confidences.

BLAINE: Uh, you wrote a signature piece about me that tore into every aspect of my private life and made me come across as a total skirt-chasing, arrogant douchebag.

ME: (pauses) That was two years ago. I’m different now. I’ve had therapy.

BLAINE: Let’s just say that Judy is ill, and I went back to her to sort things out for a while . . . if you know what I mean.

ME: So you dumped me because you needed to nurse her back to health?

BLAINE: It’s the truth.

ME: (aggrieved) Why didn’t you just tell me about her?

BLAINE: I’m sorry. She wanted me to keep the strictest confidence, and I didn’t know how you would take it. You’re a journalist after all.

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It COULD have gone that way. Or not. Maybe with a little more drama, because I’m dramatic.

Instead, I embarked upon the most dramatic of events.

I kidnapped Blaine Mitchell, had sex with him while he was still my prisoner, and got the sad truth out of him. He escaped, and he has been found by a hitchhiker. He’s in a hospital now – surrounded by a billion cops and sycophants and reporters from all over the world.

Now, we’re on our way to Mexico after assaulting a police officer that stopped our van.

And to think that only a couple of years ago, I was a well-meaning journalist with the penchant for exposing the brutal truth about people. How far I have come up in the job excitement ladder!

Juan is driving at a moderate speed – not too fast and not too slow.

I’m nervous as hell.

Do you think they’ll come after us? I say.

It’s only a matter of time, Javier replies.

So what do we do?

We go to Mexico.

What if they stop us at the border?

Javier turns to look at me. There’s a gleam in his eye.

Don’t worry. We have our ways.

What ways?

I didn’t take the 101 on ‘How to be a Master Criminal’.

You’ll see.

Why don’t you tell me now?

Because you’re prone to hysterics and overreaction.

I am not!

My shrill voice jars Miranda, and she starts bawling. I immediately become distressed.

Now, baby, just you ssssh, Ok? Ssssssh.

I jiggle her dizzyingly. I’m a bad mother. I know.

Javier simply rolls his eyes.

Put the baby to sleep, Jordan Brown, he says. Then get some sleep yourself. We’ll get more work done this way. Don’t worry. We’ll wake you up when we reach the border.

Juan raises his eyebrows in a way that says, Or maybe we won’t wake her up.

Actually, that’s the exact thing I’m worried about.

What if we don’t reach the border at all?

2

Blaine

I open my sleep-encrusted eyes.

It’s a difficult feat, because they are encrusted with all sorts of eye goo that comes with whatever I’m having. But I manage to open them anyway.

Immediately, my ears are filled with the ping, ping, ping of an electronic monitor. Ceiling lights swarm in my vision. My head buzzes.

I blink.

I’m on a bed in what appears to be a large hospital room. A woman is asleep in a reclining chair beside me.

My heart skipped several beats.

She’s my stepmother!

Now, I don’t exactly get along with my stepmother. I begin to panic. Where’s the call button? I grope around for it. Don’t they always put a call button next to the patient where he can reach it?

I notice that my right forearm is swathed in bandages. A drip has been inserted into my vein.

Argggh!

This stirs my stepmother, Bianca.

Let me tell you about Bianca.

Bianca is only a few years older than I am. She’s from Croatia. She was an Eastern European supermodel in her heyday.

She’s my Dad’s current wife. My Dad has had three other wives after he divorced my Mom. He obviously never learns from his mistakes.

Bianca has big, wavy, luscious brown hair with red highlights. It’s the kind of hair you want to let trail over your naked body when she straddles you. She also has huge, innocent-looking doe eyes that say ‘I want you to fuck me’ all the time, even when she’s at PTA meetings.

(Especially when she’s at PTA meetings.)

Her lips are full and collagen-injected. I know this for a fact. Her tits are huge and bouncy and silicone-filled.

She has also tried to get into my pants more than once.

The worst part is . . . I’ve been tempted. I mean – there’s something seriously ‘fucked up’ hot about making out with your smoking hot stepmother.