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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 192 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (October 4, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373528361
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373528363
  • Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 4.2 x 0.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 3.2 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,950,940 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Nicola Marsh has always had a passion for reading and writing.  As a youngster, she devoured books when she should've been sleeping, and relished keeping a not-so-secret daily diary.  These days, when she's not enjoying life with her husband and sons in her fabulous home city of Melbourne, she's busily creating the romances she loves in her dream job.  Readers can visit Nicola at her website:

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Charli loathed babysitting.

Not that she had anything against kids, per se, but having her boss's grandson tag along on Storm Varth's comeback tour sucked.


As if minding the wild rock star wasn't bad enough, she had to worry about Luca Petrelli watching her every move.

Not good.

Stabbing at the elevator button, she glanced around the lobby of Melbourne's Crown Towers, the familiar muted golds and warm browns exuding class and sophistication.

She practically lived in this hotel with the number of international musos and rock stars that stayed here. And where Landry Records stars stayed, she'd be there, catering to their every whim.

It was what she did best: pamper visiting rock royalty, arrange VIP services, guarantee every second of every itinerary ran like clockwork.

She thrived on it; the buzz, the rush, the pressure of ensuring the plans she put into place ran smoothly.

Nothing fazed her. Not any more.

Stepping into the elevator, she glanced at her watch and grimaced. Luca Petrelli had better be ready and waiting when she knocked on his door, or else.

She'd co-ordinated their departure and arrival time between here and Ballarat to the last second. Storm's tour bus had just taken off and while the surly rock star had demanded he not be approached until morning, she wanted to ensure his arrival at the first stop of his tour of Victoria went off without a hitch.

She had things to do and no one, not even some notorious slack-arse playboy, would slow her down.

As the elevator doors soundlessly slid open, she smoothed down her favourite aubergine skirt, adjusted her jacket and stepped out, a quick glance at the numbers on the wall sending her right.

She marched up the long corridor, her impatience growing with every step.

She'd do anything for Hector Landry, CEO of Australia's biggest recording label, but when her boss and mentor had sprung the surprise of Luca's unwelcome presence on her a few hours ago, she'd almost balked.

Okay, so she'd been a little harsh in labelling his presence babysitting some idle playboy. Apparently the infamous Luca Petrelli had dragged himself away from the French Riviera and the parties in Rio de Janeiro as a favour to Hector, who'd just fired his top financier and needed a quickie replacement on this tour.

Enter one recalcitrant playboy who flaunted his charms from one end of the globe to another. The fact he used his public profile to raise money for charities only served to raise her suspicions.

If the guy hadn't been near his grandfather in the past ten years, what the hell was he doing here now?

She stopped outside the suite and knocked, quickly relaxing her face into neutral. This was a job, just like any other she'd done for Hector and she had no right to second-guess her boss or the rationale behind his flaky grandson's visit.

However, as the door swung open and she caught her first glimpse of Luca Petrelli, she knew this was no ordinary job.

'You look disappointed,' he drawled, holding the door open with one hand, leaning against the jamb with the other, naked from the waist up.

She didn't dare glance down to assess the rest of the situation, though as a jumble of emotions tumbled through Charli disappointment wasn't one of them.

She'd seen pictures of Luca in magazines, taking time to politely glance at the odd snapshot Hector would point out to her. The pride in Hector's voice had always grated. How could he be proud of a layabout grandson who never visited let alone acknowledged he existed?

So while she'd glanced at those pictures she'd never really looked at them, had the impression of a tallish guy with too-long hair, too much stubble and too many bimbos.

The reality was far different.

He'd cut his hair, dark caramel curls spiking in all directions, he'd shaved and there wasn't a busty Botoxed blonde in sight.

'Disappointed?' she managed to mutter when he cocked an eyebrow, her silence and none-too-subtle stares earning her a lazy grin. A lazy, sexy grin that made her whimper inside.


'That I'm not a rock star.' 'No chance of confusing you for a rock star.' Her gaze reluctantly dropped to his chest and she struggled not to gasp. Broad, bronze, beautifully sculpted, the guy was nothing like the emaciated, pale stars she routinely dealt with.

The rock stars she managed were nocturnal creatures, at ease in the darkness of smoky clubs and dark stages, chain-smoking to ease nerves, or worse.

No way could Luca Petrelli in all his six-four bronze-ness be mistaken for a washed-out rocker.

Leaning against the door frame, he smiled, and she could've sworn the whimper turned to a roar.

'Why's that? Don't I look the part?'

Despite every self-preservation mechanism telling her not to look down, her gaze travelled from his chest lower and she exhaled in relief when she spied a towel. A towel loosely knotted in front. Where she might have glimpsed movement…

Heat surged to her cheeks, scorching a few choice parts in her body along the way, and she focused on his face.

Bad move.

The body was bad enough. Combined with the slashed cheekbones, cut jaw and dark blue eyes the colour of Melbourne's night sky, the guy should be branded illegal.


Quelling the urge to turn and run, she frowned. 'You're not dressed.' 'You noticed.'

Her heart leaped at the wicked glint in his eyes and she slapped it down.

'Because if the towel's a problem, I could lose it—' 'I'll give you five minutes.' 'Or what?'

As he leaned forward a tantalising blend of expensive toiletries and freshly showered male washed over her, undermining her anger.

The guy was a player. He flirted for a living. So why was she tempted to broach the short distance between them, bury her nose in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply?

'Just do it,' she said, annoyed by the slightest quiver in her voice. 'We have to hit the road.' 'Your loss.'

He shrugged and turned away as she gaped at his insolence. Not that it stopped her watching him stride across the room, the thick white bath sheet draped provocatively low on his hips, clinging to his butt with every tempting step.

The man was a menace.

Whatever she'd expected, this wasn't it.

Luca Petrelli in the flesh was a lot more disarming, a lot more charming, than she'd expected. And the fact she hadn't had a date in ages went a long way to explaining why her hormones were shimmying along behind him, tugging at that damn towel.

He paused at the bathroom door and she quickly glanced up. Not quick enough if his smug grin was any indication.

'You've misjudged me.'

'How's that?'

'You don't think I have what it takes to be a rock star?' He pointed to the towel and smirked. 'You should see my tat.'

In her imagination, her traitorous hormones couldn't rip the towel off him quick enough.

In reality, she turned her back on his chuckles and prayed for immunity against rogue playboy charmers.

More About the Author

USA TODAY bestselling author Nicola Marsh writes flirty fiction with flair for adults and spooky, supernatural fiction for young adults.

She has published 50 books with Harlequin, Entangled Publishing and indie, and sold over 5 million copies worldwide.

Her first mainstream contemporary romance, BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD (Entangled Publishing) released to rave reviews, including a nomination for RWA's RBY, Romantic Book of the Year 2012.
Her first indie-pubbed contemporary romance CRAZY LOVE released September 2012, is a Barnes & Noble bestseller, and was nominated for a 2012 ARRA award.

Her young adult debut, BANISH, a supernatural thriller featuring Wicca, spirits and murder, released August 2013 with Harlequin Teen. Her young adult fantasy SCION OF THE SUN (Month9Books) won the National Readers' Choice Award for Best YA novel 2014.

She's also a Waldenbooks, Bookscan and Barnes & Noble bestseller, a 2013 RBY and National Readers' Choice Award winner, is a multiple finalist for awards including the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Booksellers' Best, Golden Quill, Laurel Wreath, More than Magic and has won several CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Awards.

A physiotherapist for 13 years, she now adores writing full time, raising her two little heroes, sharing fine food with family and friends, barracking loudly for her beloved North Melbourne Kangaroos footy team, and her favourite, curling up with a good book!

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The dialogue is crisp, clean and hilarious.
Brian's Mom
Review by Desere: When I think of my favorite song or band I often think of what is must be like for the musician on the other side of that song or band.
Romancing the Book
Charli craved stability and well Luca went through life making light of everything.
Marilyn Shoemaker

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Nas Dean on July 19, 2011
Format: Kindle Edition
SEX, GOSSIP AND ROCK & ROLL is a fabulous story by author Nicola Marsh and would release as Harlequin Presents.

Charli doesn't do love and relationships. She's spent her life trying to regain power by staying on top of her job, staying in control all the time after being tossed out on the street by her mother when she was sixteen. Saved by music mogul Hector Landry, CEO of Australia's biggest recording company, she owed him. But surely he was asking too much of her to babysit his grandson?

But she enjoyed clashing with Luca Petrelli too much! Now it wasn't exactly babysitting, more of Luca tagging along the concert tour as a number-cruncher. For she found out he was a successful businessman and supporter of various charities.

After being rejected by his father numerous times, Luca, himself kept a wall around his heart. Could he allow Charli too close?

And will Charli trust that Luca wouldn't leave her?

I loved the dialogue and the sparring between Luca and Charli. The author's use of witty dialogue is astounding. It's a truly magical read and a keeper for your shelf.

SEX, GOSSIP and ROCK & ROLL is an outstanding story with great tension, good fast pace and a fabulous plot.

Nicola Marsh once again delivered a super romance with a strong spirited heroine, a deliciously breath-taking hero and woven a tale which is filled with emotion and sizzle with a very nice happy ever after!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By LAS Reviewer on October 8, 2011
Format: Kindle Edition
Set in Australia, this book reminds me of the old Mills and Boon Romances. Because of this, I had a lovely wave of nostalgia while reading this book. Having said that, please, be assured it is definitely a contemporary novel, and is completely set in the here and now.

One of the threads that caused the nostalgia was the constant verbal antagonism and misconceptions between the hero and the heroine. The near constant bickering was in direct contrast to the heat produced when they finally consummated their physical relationship.

I also enjoyed the fact that the story was set in Australia. This was not a main focus in the story, but rather, it just happened to be set there. There were some nice historical/descriptive sections when Charli was investigating places for Storm to take his son, or actually being in those places. It was a nice addition to the tension and bickering described in the rest of the story.

Luca, our hero, seems like many - sure of his dominance, and his "rightness", and out to get what he wants. And Charli, while being a strong, independent woman, is grounded in rejection and self-doubt.

Luca's Grandfather (and Charli's boss) plays a pivotal role in their relationship. He's kind of the "tie" that gift-wraps their relationship.

Nothing new, nothing ingenious about this story. But a nice read, and one that will put a smile on your face!

Originally posted at the Long and Short of It Romance Reviews
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By Cynthia Pagan on October 28, 2013
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
The title snagged me right away! It was a fast read because I enjoyed it so much. Loved the tension between the main characters.
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By Brian's Mom on November 17, 2011
Format: Mass Market Paperback
I know, I know. Most people are already exiting the review because its a Harlequin book and that's rather sad. As most people know, I love my Harlie's and promote, talk about and holler has loud as I can about them. I chose to read a Presents Extra for a number of reasons. The first reason is that I haven't read one in over a year and secondly, I love Nicola Marsh's Harlequin Romances. I was not disappointed in picking this one up.

Charli is a complicated character as first. She is a tour manager for the premier record label in Australia. She was literally thrown out of her house at an early age and was picked up by Hector, the label founder; she was mentored, nurtured and grew with his help. The one thing that she really never experienced was love. Luca was Hector's grandson and was never accepted as a member of the family based on his father's never acceptance of him. When Hector needed Luca to tag along with Charli as the finance manager on Storm Varth's (the name is awesome) comeback tour, Luca and Charli didn't expect to fall in love.

Ms. Marsh has created two lovable and likeable characters. Charli hides behind her job and her snarky attitude. Afraid to trust herself and her feelings for Luca. Luca, on the other hand, never experienced what it was like to be truly loved and accepted. What started off as flirting and strong innuendo between Charli and Luca ended with hurt feelings and hearts broken.

While this is a Harlequin Presents Extra, the bedrooms scenes are tasteful, loving, hot but not graphic. You could lend this book to your mother or grandmother and not be embarrassed. They are emotional and thought provoking. My heart broke for both of them at one time and I really worried about them.

The dialogue is crisp, clean and hilarious.
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