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Who doesn’t need a maid? I bet even maids need maids. (Susan says “housekeeper” or “cleaning help” is what our society has evolved into, but the heck with that. The book we’re talking about has a maid in the title. Deal.)

A maid at the exclusive Romance Island Resort, Audra knows how to handle rock stars, billionaires and celebrities. She keeps their secrets, cleans up their mess and makes sure their holiday is a memorable one. There’s just one rule: no relationships with guests. And Audra never breaks the rules.

Jay Felix is rock royalty and he knows it. When one of his bandmates threatens to break up the band, he goes into hiding at the Romance Island Resort. Looking for a distraction, he sets his sights on the unattainable Audra. But what’s a rock star to do when the girl he wants is the one woman he can’t have?

Welcome to paradise, where the romance is as hot as the weather and the tides aren’t all that’s surging under the surface.

Lots of familiar stuff in here, of course. The rock star who goes into hiding. The “no sleeping with rock stars” rule that gets broken. The unattainable girl.

So what’s the attraction? I’m not sure. Maybe that it’s a fun idea. Maybe that I like knowing that women who do jobs like being a maid are still pretty and attractive, even if the job isn’t. We see so many glamour jobs for our heroines in rock fiction — the managers, the photographers, the publicists — that seeing someone sexy but doing the grunt work of life… yeah. I like that idea.

Bring it on. Let’s see if it can rise above the familiar stuff and make me break the budget to hire some cute man maid. Because like I said, everyone needs a maid.

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This book description is probably NSFW. I know I’d cringe if someone looked over my shoulder and saw it.

You’ve been warned.

It’s my job to play music, to make girls wet, and then to screw a select few of them. I’m a professional rocker. I’m rich, I’m famous, I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I have everything – except control.

The industry owns me. And the only thing I have a minuscule grain of control with is women, but not that dominate, tie you up and gag you kind of control. No, I want to govern how I make them feel. I need them to feel like a goddess while I’m in them, and I love being able to control the fact that they’ll never really have me. Love is complicated. It is bullshit. And even if I thought I needed it, the rules of being a rocker won’t allow it.

Sex is all I need.

I don’t need love.

But for some reason I want her. For some reason I can’t get her out of my mind. And lately, every time I’m with any girl besides her it feels wrong.

I can practically have any woman I want, but I can’t have her. She’s off limits because she’s part of that industry that owns my ass.

Sex was all I had.

And sometimes I thought maybe love was all I needed… with her.

So… manwhore alert! And then he finds The One and he saves himself for her. And she works in the music biz.

How many of the usual elements do YOU notice here?

This is apparently the second in a series ’cause the reviews keep referring to a previous book, but it’s not marked that way. Is it? Isn’t it? What’s the first book really called?

But this NSFW voice is new, that’s for sure. And so it comes down to the usual thing… how’s the story? Can the author pull it off? Is there more than “I want her because she’s off-limits and no one else will do until I have her”?

Only one way to find out…