Pack Amber Ash (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #5) by CM Stunich
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Releases September 15th.
Pack Amber Ash (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #5) by CM Stunich
The blurb will be released soon. Any news will be updated here.
Releases September 15th.
Kings of Underland (Allison’s Harem of Hearts #1) by CM Stunich
This is the first book in a new series featuring the same characters as “Harem of Hearts” trilogy.
Blurb coming soon. All updated will be here as soon as we have them.
Releases August 30th.
Excerpt Kings of Underland by CM Stunich
(C) C.M. Stunich
Somebody tried to kill me on my wedding night.
I mean, obviously they didn’t succeed since I’m standing here over their bloody body. But an attempt was made, and it was a good one, too. I sidle closer to my new husband, the King of Hearts.
Err, one of my husbands anyway.
Did I mention I have nine?
“I’ve been wearing the crown all of one night, and somebody tries to off me?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips and poking at the boot of the dead fellow with my bare toe. He’s missing his head, but I’m not surprised. That’s sort of a thing around here–collecting heads. I step back, my bare feet cool against the marble floors.
“It’s to be expected,” the King–a man named Brennin Red–says as he passes his stony stare over the dead body as if it were a pile of dirty clothes. “Take it away; I tire of looking at it.” Brennin waves a white-gloved hand in the direction of the assassin’s corpse, and turns as if the subject of our near-murder is boring him half to death.
“You tire of looking at it?” I choke, stepping much closer to the body than I’d really like. Oh Hearts on cards, there’s blood everywhere. “Don’t we have to like, look for clues or something?”
Sorry if I sound a little, I don’t know … dumb.
Dear Fucking Diary, I’m from the regular world, just like you. I’ve been the Queen of Hearts for all of one day, and much of that was spent being introduced to various talking food items, and also having a ten person orgy on my wedding night.
Frankly, I’m still sore.
“We’ve already examined the body,” says the Knave of Hearts, standing across the hall from me in a fur-trimmed sleeping gown of red satin. It hugs her tiny body as she stands there with her bodyguard-like husbands behind her, both of them with very severe expressions that remind me that they can both shift into fantastic beasts. “Don’t worry yourself about this sort of thing,” she continues, reaching up to adjust her crown. If she hadn’t saved my life once upon a time, I might hate her. As of right now, my feelings only harken to severe dislike. “Your job now is to produce an heir.”
“Produce an heir?” I cough with a severe laugh. The King narrows his dark eyes, but doesn’t say a damn thing. My other husband, the Duke of Northumbria, does however feel the need to chime in.
“We worked diligently at it last night,” the Duke–let’s just call him North–says as he curls a tanned, muscular arm around my waist and pulls me close. His gold eyes flash as he lifts his chin in the haughtiest possible manner, and thrashes the long, sinuous black length of his dragon tail. Well, technically he’s not a dragon: the Duke of Northumbria is a jabberwock shifter. But if it walks like a dragon, breathes fire like a dragon, and swallows bad guys whole like a dragon … well, it’s a fucking dragon. “And we shall do so again, just after breakfast. This is, after all, our honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?” the Knave asks, her brunette brows pinching together into an angry ‘V’ shape.
“A vacation set aside for the sole purpose of fucking,” is North’s reply. Gee, thanks for keeping our marital discoveries a secret, buddy.
Pack Crimson Dusk (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #7) by C.M. Stunich
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Pack Azure Frost (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #6) by C.M. Stunich
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Screw Up (Hard Rock Roots #10) by CM Stunich
Treyjan Charell is such a douche.
The last sort of guy I would EVER date.
But he saved me from the awful hands of a wicked rock ‘n’ roll crowd.
And the way he strokes his guitar gives me bats instead of butterflies.
If I could, I’d have just a taste, just one little lick, and get the hell out of there before he ruins me.
Then again, maybe I want to be ruined.
Netty Forester is such a shithead.
Seriously, I wouldn’t date her in a million years.
But her tearstained face and the soft warmth of her body wrapped in my arms is burned in my memory.
She thinks she can look at me all wide-eyed and innocent like that and walk away unscathed?
If I could, I’d hide her away from it all—the sex, the drugs, the rock ‘n’ roll—keep her shining soul away from my tarnish, but those things … they’re a part of who I am.
The question is: do I introduce her to my world or let her go?
SCREW UP- gritty rockstar romance. This book can be read on its own, or as book #10 in the HARD ROCK ROOTS
Get Hitched (Hard Rock Roots #9) by CM Stunich
WARNING: This book contains a-hole rockstars, hard rock music, drama, steamy sex, FBI raids, blood, drugs, partying, clubs, cursing, cursing, and more cursing, true love, tour buses, concerts, and a rocker wedding. Oh, and a pregnant rocker chick.
Complete and absolute utter f*cking chaos.
The posters might call it “Hard Rock Roots”, but that’s the real name of our tour.
Ten cities. Twenty nights. A million ways to die.
But the music, we’re all slaves to it; we couldn’t fight it if we tried.
Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. It’s all here, baby. But so is the blood, the death, the heroes, the villains, the FBI, the weddings, the end…and a new beginning.
Gritty, dark, dirty, f*cked-the-h*ll-up.
That’s who we are.
But we’re also lovers, fighters, and survivors.
We are Amatory Riot and Indecency.
Heart Broke (Hard Rock Roots #8) by CM Stunich
“Damn it. I want to save him from himself so bad it hurts.”
Sydney Charell confuses the f*ck out of me.
She’s a stripper, she likes eighties music, and she’s the sister of Indecency’s douche bag guitarist.
But I really f*cking like her. Love her. Maybe.
She shouldn’t be wrapped up in our bullsh*t, our drama.
If I could, I’d send her away, protect her from all of this, but I can’t. She’s a target now, just like me. If we’re going to get through this alive, we’re going to have to do it together. Dead bodies, reality TV shows, and … a new tour. Bring it on.
Dax McCann is a dark drumming god.
Thing is, I don’t date musicians. I don’t really date at all.
But we’ve got chemistry for days. And I want to fall in love. Maybe.
He thinks too much, and he feels too hard, but he’s got body and heart both, baby.
If I could, I’d walk away from all of this, focus on my career as a model and forget all about the man with the gray eyes and the penetrating stare. But I’m already screwed, blued, and tattooed. Might as well embrace those lemons and make some damn lemonade. Or little drummer-rocker babies. That works, too.
Doll Face (Hard Rock Roots #7) by CM Stunich
“After every tough climb to the top, there’s a descent. Sometimes, it’s real easy, just a matter of sliding down feet first. Other times, it’s like a tumble off a steep cliff – with a hell of a lot of rocks. Nobody ever promised downhill would be a piece of cake. Have fun with that.”
Lola Saints is my redemption.
She’s the second chance I never thought I’d have.
But can we really make a life together, after all we’ve been through?
Two drummers, too many rock stars, one house.
If I could, I’d run away and take Lola with me, but that’s not how life works. Running’s too easy, and I have too many reasons to fight. It’s time to put on the big boy panties and kick some ass – if I have to take my shirt off, so be it. Let’s do this, Indecency style.
Ronnie McGuire is an enigma.
I won’t pretend I understand him, but I want to.
But can he really love me after all the horrible things I’ve done?
He can hit a kit like nobody else, and the sound of his music mimics the beat of my own heart.
If I could, I’d say yes to the fairy-tale life and ride off into the sunset. Not saying it’s never going to happen, but sometimes the ride’s a bumpy one. And shit. Speaking of bumps, did I mention I was dating a fertile rock god?
Dead Serious (Hard Rock Roots #6) by CM Stunich
“You ever see one of those old western movies where the sheriff and the outlaw face each other in a dusty street? Revolvers at the ready? Good versus evil and all. Well, this is kind of like that. Only more f***ed.”
Naomi Knox is on her way to becoming the world’s most worshipped Rock Goddess.
I’m so in love with this chick that I could be the King to her Queen, the Devil to her Angel.
But a wise soul once told me that your past is your foundation, and if it’s crumbling, then you’ve got nothing left to build on.
I’ll fight the f*cking world to see her safe, risk my life just to hear her sing one more time.
And then I’m going to marry her, put Turner babies in her belly, and live happily f*cking ever after. Or at least that’s the plan. But you know what they say: the best laid schemes of mice and men …
& & &
Turner Campbell is a douche bag.
No, seriously. He’s a f*cking train wreck. But a precious train wreck. And I can’t help myself: I love the sh*t out of him, even though I hate him. Even though I don’t. Don’t ask. It’s complicated.
But he’s also a rock star and now, so am I. The Goddess of Guitar, I guess. All I really want is to make music and see how hard it is to fall in love with a man who’s a devil at heart but sings like an angel.
If I’m going to lay my heart on the line again though, I deserve a real chance. I won’t be a pawn in this f*cking game any longer.
I don’t care how dangerous the stakes are anymore. I’m taking charge of my own destiny, like I should’ve all along. I won’t have the wool pulled over my eyes and I won’t bend over for fate. Get ready, b*tches, because Naomi Knox is coming for you.
Mature – Ages 18 and Up. Contains sex, drugs, violence, and rock ‘n’ roll.
Excerpt DEAD SERIOUS by CM Stunich
“What the fuck?” I ask, or maybe I’m screeching. From the look on Turner’s face, I think that might be a more accurate description. “The … the fuck?” I try to lower my voice, but shit’s just gotten real up in here.
“Don’t make me repeat it,” Dax whispers, his voice cracked and broken. “Please, don’t make me say it again.” I sit down hard on the side of the bed, feeling pretty fucking stupid in my black lacy lingerie. I only agreed to wear it because … well, shit. I don’t know why I even agreed to wear it. It was Turner’s idea.
“What’s going on?” he asks, grabbing a shirt and tugging it over his head. I guess he can tell from my facial expression that sex is off the menu for the moment. I think the downstairs has gone dry after what I just heard. “Naomi?” I swallow hard and adjust myself, moving the phone from one ear to the other.
“What do you mean she’s dead, Dax? She can’t be dead. She’s … ” A stupid narcissistic, self-aggrandizing bitch. The woman who held me virtually hostage for the last few years. Our lead singer. My ex-best friend.
“She shot herself in the fucking head.” Dax’s voice drops so low, I have to strain myself to even understand what he’s saying. “And now she’s gone. Hayden’s gone, Naomi.” His voice breaks again on the beginning of a sob.
Hayden. Is. Dead.
Hayden is dead.
“Hayden is dead,” I breathe, and Turner’s brows raise.
“What the fuck?” My sentiments exactly.
I raise my eyes and meet Turner’s brown eyed gaze. He’s frowning heavily, standing there in his black boxer shorts and scratching at the hard muscles on his lower belly in thought. I squeeze the fingers of my free hand against the floral bedspread. I don’t know how to feel right now. Some part of me wants to jump for joy, praise the Gods of Rock that Hayden is dead, but a deeper, more human part of me wants to fucking weep. Hayden was so broken and shattered; she wasn’t even a whole person anymore. I hated her yes, but I also felt sorry for her.
“Naomi?” A woman’s voice comes through on the line. “I’m sorry, but Dax just dropped his phone. I think he’s in shock.” It takes me a second to figure out who I’m talking to. Sydney. My skin breaks out in goose bumps, and I have to fight back a small wave of jealousy. I’m not unhappy with the decisions I’ve made, but seeing this woman waltz in here and take Dax’s attentions, just like that? It’s weird. Really weird. I mean, I think I like her. She did backtalk America after all.
“Understandable,” I say, and the word comes out flat. I am in fucking shock. I fall to my back on the bed and throw an arm over my face. Sydney clears her throat, and I the hear the sound of a door opening and closing over the line.
“Sorry. I had to let myself out of there.” I listen to the sounds of traffic layered behind her voice and wonder where they’re at right now. The police station I presume? “Look, there’s more to this than just Hayden.” Sydney clears her throat again. “I don’t really know how to say this without betraying Dax’s trust, but … there was a girl.”
“A girl?” I echo as Turner climbs onto the bed next to me and puts his ear next to the phone. One of his warm hands slides across my bare belly, and my heart skips a beat. Shit. I don’t know how to deal with this whole couple thing. It’s weird for me to be in such an intimate relationship with a man who I once idolized, then demonized, and now … There is so much going on. So, so, so, so much.
“A girl from Dax’s past. Hayden murdered her before she, you know. Boom.” Sydney pauses. “I imagine you’ll be hearing from your manager or something soon. Brayden’s guys were relaying this all over the phone to him. Dax just thought you should hear it from him first.”
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I let Turner take the phone when he tries to pry it from my fingers.
“Yeah, alright, thanks,” he says, sounding strangely contemplative. “I’m worried about that little emo bitch. Don’t know how well his pansy ass can handle tragedy. Keep him safe and warm, eh?” Turner hangs up on the phone and tosses it onto the nightstand with a sigh. I can sense his eyes as they slide over to me, judging my mood. Can’t be an easy thing to do considering I’m not even sure what that is. “Ding, dong, the bitch is dead, right?” he asks, but he doesn’t all that sure of himself either.
Suddenly, I’m scrambling to my feet and racing across the carpet, bare skin sliding across the rough fibers as I skid to a stop next to my duffel bag. My fingers tear open the zipper and dig through the clothing inside like they’re possessed. By the time my hand closes around my iPod, there are tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Naomi?” Turner asks, moving up behind me. I can feel his fingers hovering over my skin, but he doesn’t touch. Even self-assured, self-possessed Turner Dakota Campbell can’t figure this one out. I yank my headphones up to my ear and push play on one of our songs, listening as Hayden’s voice cuts through the fog in my brain and drops me to my knees.
I wanted her dead, but now that she’s gone? I’m not so sure anymore. I’m not sure about fucking anything. Or maybe I’m just selfish, maybe what I’m really freaking out about is this: with Hayden gone, Amatory Riot fully and truly belongs to me.
Born Wrong (Hard Rock Roots #5) by CM Stunich
When you’re born wrong, sometimes you get bent and you get f*cked. Sometimes your life takes you places you don’t want to go.
Sometimes, it does.
Dax McCann is as cold as ice.
I’m intrigued by him.
But I can’t get close to him either.
His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart.
I wish he’d see me, but he only sees her. It’s been so long since I’ve had to care that I’m not sure I can do it anymore. Now, tell me, why is there a gun to my head?
& & &
Sydney Charell is … interesting.
I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her.
But I don’t understand her.
She dances on poles and can’t carry a tune to save her life.
I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to hide. Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back. I want a chance to use it before it breaks. Or splatters. Blood will be spilled; I just hope it isn’t mine.
Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots #4) by CM Stunich
Turner Motherf*cking Campbell.
I’m into him, yeah, and I think I love him.
But the sh*t has just hit the fan.
Time for the angels and devils to crash.
Because if we don’t, then this all falls apart, and we lose everything. The fans, the music, the relationships that are just beginning to blossom. This is it. Let’s kick as*, take names, and let the world know who’s boss.
& & &
Naomi Isabelle Knox, she’s everything to me.
And I know I love her.
But I can’t ignore the sh*t storm that’s taken over this tour, my tour.
Time to get serious; time to dig deep; time to take back the music.
Because if we don’t, then I could lose her. She could die; we all could. Or worse. Time to show the world what we’re made of, that we’re here to stay. Say hello to your idols, baby. Your new gods. Say hello to Indecency and Amatory Riot. Your latest obsessions, your greatest desires.
Tough Luck (Hard Rock Roots #3) by CM Stunich
*This is NOT the last book in the series. There will be later books featuring Turner and Naomi again, and they also appear in this volume quite a bit. 😉
Ronnie McGuire is my target.
But I wish he wasn’t.
I didn’t sign up for this destruction, this pain.
In his music, I hear his soul crying out for me.
If I could, I’d run away from here and never look back because to tell you the truth, I’m terrified. There are forces weighing in on me that even I don’t understand. I’m scared. Things are dangerous. This could get real ugly, real fast.
& & &
Lola Saints is a godsend.
But I wish she wasn’t.
I don’t know sh*t about her, but already, I’m hooked.
When she plays, I can almost imagine the ghosts of the dead are calling out to me.
If I could, I’d shed my soul and leave the pain of the past behind me. But I can’t. I have to figure out if there’s a way to fall in love anew and respect the old. But something else is going on, something weird. Something that tells me my tough luck might just run out real fast.
Excerpt Tough Luck by CM Stunich
I look up and glance over my shoulder to find Naomi Knox standing behind me, a bandage on her forehead, blonde hair swept up into a ponytail on the top of her head. I’ve done everything I could during this tour to stay out of her way. She scares me, I’ll be honest. That, and I feel like she’ll sense that I know her brother somehow. Don’t know how, but wouldn’t that just be a Goddam drag? Bitch looks like she could take care of herself.
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling the rush I was looking for when I grabbed that needle. I had a hard night last night. Cohen wouldn’t leave me alone, banging on the door all damn night. That, and somehow, whenever I tried to go to sleep, all I could see was Ronnie’s sad smile in my head. I stand up and turn around, doing my best not to stumble. I drank a lot before I went over to see him. Doubt he noticed. He was too preoccupied with his own shit. Naomi though, God, Naomi looks like she’s hyper aware of the world right now.
Her orange-brown eyes bore into me, making me fidget. I sniffle and keep a hand on the wall for support. I try not to compare myself to her, but she’s so tall and pretty, like a Barbie doll. Well, if Barbie went badass rocker bitch or something. She kind of sounds like one, too, when she talks.
“That guy, the one with the dollar bills tattooed on his arm,” she starts, and I know right away she’s talking about Cohen. That freaking taint is like a mozzie buzzin’ around my ear. I can’t get rid of him. It’s just constant. Stupid bloodsucking junkie. If he gets me into trouble with Naomi, if he blows our cover somehow …
“What about ‘im?” I ask, glad that my voice stays steady and even.
“He your boyfriend?” she asks, crossing her arms over her tattered T-shirt. I can’t really tell what’s on it now, but it looks like it might’ve been an American flag at some point. I try not to scowl at the question. After all, I did date the man for a long ass time. Not my fault he morphed into some sort of power hungry monster more interested in hitting women than fucking them.
“Not anymore,” I tell her, watching her reaction as she stares me down. God, she must know something right? Right? I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling her I’m sorry. What a disaster that would be. My conscious is going to get me killed one of these days. “Why? He bein’ a pain in the ass? Wouldn’t be the first time.” I try to smile, but it doesn’t really come out right. My mouth just squinches up all funny. I’m trying too hard. Maybe it’s the drugs or whatever, but I’m feeling paranoid, like a bird locked up in a cage. I just want to get out of here.
Naomi stands stone still for a moment as if judging how much information she wants to give to me.
“That fucker was screaming in the halls all night and when I came out to fuck him up, I saw him leaving here with Hayden Lee.” Naomi pauses for a second and then rushes on like she’s not sure I know who Hayden Lee is. How it’s possible to miss that smashed crab walking around here like her shit don’t stink is beyond me. Well, guess what, sweetheart? Your farts give you away. “And now I can’t find her. She won’t pick up her phone either.” Naomi pulls her cell out of the pocket of her blue jeans. “They left here about two hours. Any idea where they’d be going?”
“You her babysitter or something?” I blurt out without meaning to. Shit. Naomi’s eyes narrow on me, locking me into a stare I’m sure I won’t be able to get out of. Guilt is a powerful, powerful thing. “Two hours, huh?” I continue, hoping to break her concentration. “Well, I can tell you what they’re not doing. Cohen’s never been able to last more than ten minutes, so that can’t be it.” I try to laugh, but the sound echoes around the hallway, like I’m laughing at myself or something. “Two hours is nothing, yeah? I’m sure they’ll be back.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Naomi says, eyes still narrowed and searching. My face starts to sweat and my jacket suddenly feels stifling. “But we have a conference call with our manager scheduled for,” She pauses to check her phone. “Fifteen minutes ago.” She keeps staring; I stand stone still and face her down like the bitch I know I am. I could take her in a fist fight, I’ll bet. Gotta watch out blondie, this chick’s bite is worse than her bark. Well, they’re both pretty bad anyhow. I let go of the wall.
Just when I think shit’s about to hit the fan, Turner Campbell comes out a nearby room and opens his mouth, pausing when he sees me standing there. His jaw snaps shut and a vein in his neck twitches.
“Who the hell is this?” he asks, and I have to roll my eyes. The boys in that band are so full of crap their eyes are brown. Good Lord Jesus. Third night of the tour, we slept together. Probably best not to mention that around Naomi though. They’ve got a legendary thing goin’ on. It’s in every magazine, all over the web.
I take a breath and try not to let my paranoia get the better of me. I slide my shades off and smile.
“The name’s Lola Saints. It’s a pleasure to meet ya.”
Get Bent (Hard Rock Roots #2) by CM Stunich
Naomi Knox is missing.
I don’t even f*cking know whether she’s dead or alive.
What I do know is that she’s the air I need to breathe.
She’s my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood.
And I’ll do anything to find her. Anything. Even if it means the end for me.
Turner Campbell is searching.
But he has no f*cking clue what it is he’s searching for.
There’s darkness all around and enough secrets to choke.
There are angels, and there are devils. It’s impossible to tell them apart.
Light needs to be shone on the truth, but there’s no one left to hold the torch. The line between life and death is blurred, and the players are all thoroughly entrenched in the game. The question is: am I still one of them?
Real Ugly (Hard Rock Roots #1) by CM Stunich
Turner Campbell is an asshole.
I f*cking hate him.
But I can’t get enough either.
He sings like an angel and f*cks like a devil.
If I could, I’d run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me.
Naomi Knox is a bitch.
I can’t f*cking stand her.
But I can’t stop thinking about her either.
She looks like an angel and plays like a devil.
If I could, I’d f*ck her good and forget all about her, but to tell you the truth, I think this woman might be my last saving grace.
Allison Shatters the Looking-Glass (Harem of Hearts #3) by CM Stunich
I’m so fucking scared right now.
No, not just scared—I’m terrified.
And if you’re reading this, you should be, too.
I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home.
But get this: I didn’t come alone. Oh, and it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.
In the original story, the Walrus and the Carpenter didn’t follow Alice back.
In that story, she didn’t bring her harem of lovers with her to meet Dad.
Mom, Dad, meet my nine boyfriends; one of them’s a faerie who foretells the future—is that what I’m supposed to say?
Back in Underland, things are even worse.
Betrayal, heartbreak, and death … that’s all that’s waiting for us in Castle Heart.
I’m “the Alice”, bringer of prophecy, and I’m starting to fall for all nine men in my life.
So, can I stop the chaos that’s rolling in on black wings?
If you’re reading this, can you help me, please?
Save the world, get the guys, and give me my happy ending.
ALLISON SHATTERS THE LOOKING-GLASS (Book 3 of 3 in the “Harem of Hearts” series) — is a full-length reverse harem/new adult/dark romance novel, a gritty retelling of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”. Don’t expect a children’s tale; these characters are nothing like their more innocent counterparts. This book contains: drugs, cursing, violence, sex … and love found in the darkest shadows.
***THIS IS A COMPLETED SERIES***
Allison and the Torrid Tea Party (Harem of Hearts #2) by CM Stunich
Holy fucking hearts.
Did you just read that?!
If you did, I need your advice.
I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat.
And remember—how could you possibly forget—I’m the fabled Alice from the prophecy.
Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll’s old books.
Except in those books, there was a happy ending.
In those books, Alice wasn’t dating nine very different, very beautiful men.
But now that I’ve met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I’m not sure who the real bad guys are.
I’m the only one who can turn Underland back into Wonderland again.
But if I have a chance to escape the blood, the death, and the intrigue in this place, should I take it?
I’m Allison Liddell, and I’ve got a choice to make: stay here and fight the darkness, defeat the Anti-Alice, and survive the Torrid Tea Party … or run.
Tweedledee says I can change the world.
So if you’re reading this, will you help me decide what I should do?
I want to go home, but I can’t leave this place as broken as I found it, now can I?
ALLISON AND THE TORRID TEA PARTY (Book 2 of 3 in the “Harem of Hearts” series) — is a full-length reverse harem/new adult/dark romance novel, a gritty retelling of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”. Don’t expect a children’s tale; these characters are nothing like their more innocent counterparts. This book contains: drugs, cursing, violence, sex … and love found in the darkest shadows.
Allison’s Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1) by CM Stunich
Um. Um. Um.
Are you reading this?
If you are, I need your help.
I was at a party; I was running; I fell.
And get this—this is the part you’ll never believe—I fell down a rabbit hole.
Like Alice in those old books.
Except in those books, there wasn’t blood everywhere.
In those books, the characters weren’t all male, attractive, and interested in me.
Forget everything you know about the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, the March Hare …
This isn’t Wonderland; this is Underland.
Violence, sex, drugs, and magic … that’s all there is in this place.
There’s me, Allison, and there are the men that want me, the enemies that hunt me, and the darkness that’s quickly rolling in.
And only I can stop it.
So if you’re reading this, will you help me?
Please. I just want to escape this place and go … home.
ALLISON’S ADVENTURES IN UNDERLAND (Book 1 of 3 in the “Harem of Hearts” series) — is a full-length reverse harem/new adult/dark romance novel, a gritty retelling of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”. Don’t expect a children’s tale; these characters are nothing like their more innocent counterparts. This book contains: drugs, cursing, violence, sex … and love found in the darkest shadows.
Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful #3) by CM Stunich
WARNING: This book ends with one girl finding her happily ever after with five handsome guys, opening the endless well of love in her heart to the rock band, Beauty in Lies. The pages herein contain graphic sex, lovemaking, quickies, romance, world travel, a little guy on guy action, admissions of love, rock ‘n’ roll music and genuine friendship. This book should only be read by those who’ve got a little moxie in their step.
“What would you do if you were in love five times over?”
Lilith Tempest Goode.
The one and only groupie for the rock band, Beauty in Lies. One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates.
She’s the moon and they, they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they’re together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia…and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together.
Five guys. One girl with a lot of moxie and a boatload of spirit. That’s what it takes to make a fresh start.
If they can open the gilded cage of their grief, let it fly free on wings of hope, they’ll have a future together.
But real life is different than a rock ‘n’ roll tour.
They might’ve healed their souls, but can they mingle their hearts?
Six broken people on the mend.
One happily ever after.
MOXIE is a full-length new adult erotic rockstar read. This book is a MMMFMM romance/menage romance/reverse harem story with one lucky girl and her five lovers. But this is about more than sex. This is about love and heartache and fresh truths covering up old hurts. This book is about music and romance and unconventionality. Book one in the series is titled GROUPIE and book two is ROADIE. This is the final installment.
Roadie (Rock-Hard Beautiful #2) by CM Stunich
WARNING: This book features one stronghearted young woman and her five rockstar lovers. All six of them are struggling to overcome their dark pasts while falling more deeply in love.
P.S. Nobody said she had to pick just one.
Turn the page only if you enjoy true love, raw grief, genuine human connection, rock ‘n’ roll, and books with unfiltered, unashamed sex.
“I’m in love with five bad boy rockstars. But is our love strong enough to overcome our tragedy?”
Lilith Goode is dating—and in love with—five gorgeous rockstars.
She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them.
Paxton is the leader, covered in tattoos, and cocky as hell.
Michael is the bad boy determined to change his ways.
Ransom is the scarred one, dark and beautiful.
Muse is the practical one, the enigma with a silver mohawk.
Copeland is the boy next door with a penchant for reading romance novels.
Together, these six twisted souls make up one beautiful whole.
But can one woman really love five different men?
What if they’re all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken?
And what if they all need her as much she needs them?
Their love is as unconventional as their music.
Rock ‘n’ roll, romance, redemption.
A story about finding beauty everywhere … even in a lie.
Roadie, Book #2 in the Rock-Hard Beautiful Trilogy
a New Adult Erotic Rocker Romance from International Bestselling Author C.M. Stunich
***ROADIE is a 90,000 word novel about strong emotions, difficult pasts, and vibrant love. It contains bad boy rockers, rock ‘n’ roll concerts, handcuffs, friendship, explicit sex scenes and forgiveness. This is a MMMFMM book with a STRONG focus on the woman (although there is some light M/M in here, too) aka a reverse harem novel (one woman, five guys). It has a happy ending, NO cliff-hanger, and is the second book in a trilogy.
Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful #1) by CM Stunich
WARNING: This book has one girl and five bad boy rockstars. She owns them all–heart, body and soul.
Don’t read it unless you like to ugly cry…and also unless you like threesomes, foursomes…and moresomes.
“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”
Young, dumb, and broke.
That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.
Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.
A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.
Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.
But can one broken person really put another back together again?
And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?
Groupie, Book #1 in the Rock-Hard Beautiful Trilogy
a New Adult Erotic Rocker Romance from International Bestselling Author C.M. Stunich
***GROUPIE is a 130,000 word novel about heartache, love, grief, and the beauty of sex. It contains rockstars, concerts, young love, deep hurt, broken pasts, group sex, one beautiful girl who falls in love with five guys and five guys who fall in love with one beautiful girl. This is a MMMFMM book with a STRONG focus on the woman (although the men aren’t scared of each other’s bodies) aka a reverse harem novel (one woman, five guys). It has a happy ending, NO cliff-hanger, and is the first book in a trilogy.
Excerpt Groupie by CM Stunich
I swear, even though it shouldn’t be possible, it’s like he’s looking right at me.
“We’re Beauty in Lies”—the kick drum pummels the air and then the curtain’s up and I get a flash of the boy with turquoise eyes sitting on his throne—“and we’re here to welcome you to the first night of the Broken Hearts and Twisted Souls Tour.” Paxton holds the mic in one tattooed hand and lifts the other up to loosen his black tie. His grey eyes twinkle as he takes in the crowd. “This song’s called ‘How I Say Hello’.”
He gives one last jerk to his tie and then swings his free arm around, setting his bandmates on fire. Guitars rip from the speakers, played by a guy with razored blue-black hair and one with a tall silver and black mohawk. Confetti explodes from several machines set around the circular stage, and then it begins to move.
I hold up my left hand and wait for a piece to land on the sweaty surface of my palm, bringing it in close to examine it. It’s one half of a broken heart. I slap the sticky confetti piece off on my jeans and glance back at the stage as it turns away from me.
The bassist and both guitarists are rocking out, tossing their hair as they rev up for a bouncy rock song and Paxton lets out this pained scream into the mic, riding a wave of drumming from the boy in the back. Suddenly, I just feel like I have to know his name.
I tear my phone from my pocket; I’m not the only one. All around me, people lift phones and tablets up, recording the show as it spins in an easy circle around the stadium. I don’t even have to type in the band’s whole name before information starts popping up.
Lead Vocals, Keyboards, Pianos—Paxton Blackwell
Lead Guitar—Michael Luxe
Rhythm Guitar—Derek “Muse” Muser
Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals—Ransom Riggs
Drums, Percussion—Copeland Park
Copeland, the boy with eyes as bright as a tropical sea. And Ransom, the boy in the hoodie. Somehow, I’ve managed to literally run into three separate members of Beauty in Lies before the show even started. Must be some kind of record.
My breath catches as the stage comes back around and Paxton appears at the edge, reaching out, his arms directly above my head, fingertips just barely brushing the wild straining digits of the crowd.
“You aren’t above it all, just say hello, descend into the darkness of this hellhole. So now I’m feeling like you came just to say I told you so, but down here, deep below, you’re the kind of girl I’d rather told me no. You’re the kind of girl that drowns hearts and leaves them in a deep blue sea, a siren, a songstress, always calling back to me.”
“BACK TO ME!” That sensual velvet voice from earlier explodes through the speakers and wraps me up in dripping decadence, Ransom’s scream the perfect complement to Paxton’s smooth, careful notes. My eyes flick between them and then over to the boy with dark hair, the one that’s just covered in tattoos, his eyes this sharp piercing violet, like Elizabeth Taylor or something.
Why are they all so beautiful?