Cover Reveal: Real Ugly- C.M. Stunich

Title: Real Ugly
Series: Hard Rock Roots #1
Genre: A New Adult Rock Star Romance
Mature - Ages 18 and Up Due to Dirty Language and Raw Sex
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17869239-real-ugly
Release Day: June 10th, 2013

Blurb:

"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."

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UNEDITED TEASER!

I'm looking down, so I'm not paying attention to where I'm going.
Doesn't matter anyway. When people see me coming, they get out of my
way.
?Hey!? a girl shouts as our shoulders slam together and my cigarette
topples out of my mouth. ?Watch where you're fucking going!? A
crumpled ball of leather slams into my chest before I get the chance
to process that the chick standing in front of me is the girl from the
bus last night, the one on the couch. Holy fuck me. She looks even
better in the daylight. She's tall, fucking got legs for days, and her
tits are practically falling out the top of an asymmetrical tee that's
cut up and hanging in long strips over her bare belly. Skin like
porcelain, orange-brown eyes that bite, and swollen lips. Hell to the
fuck yeah. She's exactly my type. My irritation at having her bump
into me dissipates right away, and I switch on the charm.
?Hey, baby, do I know you from somewhere?? I shake out the crumpled
leather as she scowls at me and realize with a start that it's
actually my jacket. Must've left it on her bus last night. I wonder if
we fucked. If we did, then it's a memory I'm sad to forget.
?Yeah, last night when I cleaned your puke off my carpet and pulled
your dick out of my friend. Hey, next time you decide to screw a drunk
chick, make sure she's sober enough to remember her own name. Can you
do that for me, Turner?? I lick my lips and shake out the jacket,
tossing it over my shoulder with a scowl of my own. Hot as this chick
is, nobody talks to me like that. If I've ever fought for anything in
my life, it's the right to be respected. Even a tight body and a
dangerous scowl can't change that.
?Hey, if I touched your friend, it's because she wanted me to.? I snap
my fingers and lean in close. ?Oh yeah, and it's none of your damn
business.? Hands come out quick and hit my chest, knocking me back a
step. Mostly from surprise. She isn't as tough as she thinks.
?Next time you pass out on my bus, I take payment from you in the form
of diseased body parts.? She waves her hand at my dick and then she
tries to turn away. My fingers on her shoulder spin her around and
this time, she hits me right in the face.
?You fucking bitch,? I snarl as she stands her ground and stares me
down. ?I could have you kicked off the tour for that shit. Or thrown
in jail. Who the hell do you think you are?? The woman raises her chin
and takes a deep breath while the wind teases her auburn hair around
her soft face. She's acting fierce, but I can see right through her.
This chick is vulnerable, half ready to crack. Wonder if I could help
her along a little? Broken souls are my specialty.
?My name is Naomi Knox,? she says and then takes a step closer to me,
so close that the toes of our shoes touch and her breasts brush up
against my chest. Almost immediately, my cock springs to attention and
gets hard as a fucking rock, expanding along the length of my thigh
and pressing against the tight fabric of my jeans. Fuck that hurts.
Guess this my penance for wearing girls' pants. ?And I'm not afraid of
you, Turner Campbell, so fuck off.?
She spins on her heel and smacks me across the cheek with her hair. As
she moves away, I see something in her face. I don't know what it is,
but it triggers something else in me. I know I've met this girl
before, and I'm not going to rest until I figure out where.