Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)

by C.M. Stunich

“Because all four of you fucked one chick last night and you're all staring at her like you want to be in her polygamist collection of husbands.” “Polyandrous,” Muse says, lifting a finger up. “When it's one wife with several husbands, it's called polyandry.”

I fucking love romance novels. Erotic novels. Whatever you want to call anything fictional that has women and lovers and fucking and relationships. I feel like if every man on the planet sat down and just read a few of these, he'd understand the female side of the species so much better.

“Look at you,” Pax whispers, touching his fingers to my hair, “roped yourself an entire rock band. And I thought you said you weren't a groupie.”

Lilith Goode, the one and only groupie for Beauty in Lies.

They were similar to each other, pretty and elusive and fully aware that they held all the cards in life. Neither of them was particularly artistic although they were both smart. Chloe wanted to be a plastic surgeon … Kortney ended up marrying some guy back in Seattle and having a son. I think she's a housewife now.

Kardashian reference? 😂

When you fall in love, you disregard logic. Because logic and love are two sides of the same coin. Together, they make a beautiful sort of currency, but you can never look them both in the face at the same time.