Monday, September 2, 2013

Book Blitz and Kindle Fire Giveaway: When Fangirls Lie by Marian Tee

For today’s interview we’re welcoming Staffan Aehrenthal. Most of you know him for his numerous Billboard #1 hits – more likely, you also know him as Sweden’s #1 Sex God. So without further ado, here’s Staffan, who’s promised to answer the questions every fangirl is keen to ask.
Is it true you’re dating one of your fans?
No. I wish I was because I’m quite terribly in love with her, but no. She’s only using me for my body.
(Readers, we heard a girl groan in the background at this, but we’re not sure)
What’s your usual move to impress a girl?
I have sex with her.
(Staffan gives us a wicked grin, plus a look at under his lashes, my oh my. We totally fanned ourselves with this one, ladies.)
Where do you see yourself ten years from now? Do you think you’ll still be touring and playing music by then?
Most likely not – I need to take over the family business once my stepfather retires. Considering the size of my stepfather’s business and the fact that he employs thousands of employees around the world, I can’t in all conscience risk letting them down and have them lose their jobs – which is what could happen if I still decide to juggle my music career with managing the company.
What’s your ideal girl like?
Someone who is so crazy about me she can’t breathe without even thinking my name, but at the same time she should also be level-headed enough to keep me on my toes and make sure my feet stays on the ground. I want her to be obsessed with me completely because that’s how I love a girl – obsessively, like there’s no tomorrow for us to share another kiss.
Now, we’ll give you several words then say the first thing that comes to your mind.
Dream. Babies
Success. Sex
Beauty. Love
Dislike. Dishonesty
Sex. Anywhere
(Phew! That’s the end of the interview!)

Sapphire “Saffi” March waved her hand in front of the laptop’s web cam, double-checked the speakers, and readjusted the lighting. This was her very first official fangirl interview, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She had even reserved this venue, with its beautiful whitewashed gazebo and serene atmosphere. Add the rainbow-colored flowers and shimmery lake behind them, and it was the best backdrop to emphasize the raw earthy power that made up Staffan Aehrenthal, one of the hottest rock stars in modern times as well as being Sweden’s #1 Sex God.
Sprawled like a pagan god on the cushioned seats, Staffan exuded the kind of attraction that would make any girl swallow and wonder if she was having a fever.
Although well-known for his sartorial elegance, Staffan was unusually casual in his choice of clothes for today’s interview, wearing only a long-sleeved polo shirt, its first few buttons undone to reveal a sexy hard pane of chest, and wonderfully tight jeans.
He had the looks of an angel, really, Saffi mused, but---
Staffan suddenly looked up from the list of questions she had asked him to study. “Are we doing this or not?” His fuck-me hazel eyes were the very devil, promising all kinds of illicit things that never failed to make a fangirl squeal.
Mesmerized mahi-mahi.
Staffan Aehrenthal’s laugh was as sinfully sexy as the rest of him. Saffi bit back an embarrassed groan, realizing that she had again inadvertently said the words out loud.
“It’s not that funny,” Saffi protested when Staffan kept laughing.
“It is when I remember the last time I tried to surprise you last night by arriving late in your dorm room and you shrieked ‘testicular telescopefish’---”
“I can’t help it! You were naked and we were---” Reddening at the memory, she begged, “Can we just please, please, please start with the interview?”
He smirked. “Only if you promise you’ll think up five new ones of those fishy expressions of yours while I fuck you with my mouth later.”
She glared. “Staffan!”
He only raised a brow. “Do you want the interview or not?” He glanced at the webcam, saying innocently, “If you don’t want to do it for me then do it for your fellow fan girls. Take one for the team---”
Saffi choked on her laughter. “You are so…” Shaking her head, feeling her heart spill over with sheer love for him, she mumbled, “Whatever you want. Let’s just please do this?” Not waiting for him to answer so that Staffan wouldn’t have time to tease her some more, she quickly pushed the recording button to start the interview.
“Thanks for letting us interview you. This means a lot to us fan girls. And as promised, we’ll just ask five questions because we know you’re super busy and all, with your ongoing recording sessions for your next album.” She cleared her throat, unable to help but feel nervous even though she was completely off-cam. How was it that she could easily handle an impromptu presentation on the ecological risks in the world of ichthyology before the state’s top academe but when facing her rockstar lover, she just went to pieces?
“Your first question…?” Staffan drawled, but his eyes were laughing at her.
Ah, drat. She had spaced out again!
Clearing her throat, she asked, “Boxer or briefs?”
Blushing already at her second question, she mumbled, “Condoms or pills?”
He gazed at her under his lashes, a smirk playing on his lips as he answered, “Pills because I want to feel everything about the girl I’m fucking.”
Saffi crossed her legs. She was so---turned on! She coughed, trying to get herself in control. “Can you give us one word to describe your friendship with the other Pussketeers?” Staffan was friends with two other billionaires, and the media had taken to call them as such because of their legendary sexual exploits.
Saffi was surprised when Staffan grinned. “One word?”
She nodded.
“Pussy-whipped.” His eyes bored through hers.
Saffi coughed again. “Err, next question. Do you ever feel nervous when performing?”
Staffan’s voice became serious. “Not nervous, but I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my work. I…despise it when things don’t go my way completely.”
She nodded, having seen that herself. “Who do you think your greatest competition is right now?”
Staffan shrugged. “They can try, but right now I just don’t see if there’s anyone out right now who can beat me.”
She choked at his arrogance.
He asked silkily, “Do you disagree?”
“Err, of course not,” she said hastily. “Last question…” She paused, biting her lip.
Staffan frowned. “What is it?” He did not like the worried look on Saffi’s face, hated seeing her upset in any way.
She looked at him sheepishly, looking so adorably beautiful Staffan knew he would die if he did not get to touch her in the next minute. “It says here, what’s your favorite position to, err, you know?” Her voice was barely audible by the time she said the last two words, a remarkable thing, really, for someone who had once posed as “H”, the most promiscuous groupie who ever lived.
Staffan answered by flipping the laptop the other way around so its camera would record the ever-interesting view of the wall. Leaving the speakers on, Staffan lifted Saffi up from the armrest and dumped her on the cushions. Bending on one knee, he swiftly started working on her jeans.
“What are you doing?” Saffi gasped.
“Answering your question.”

There was nothing as beautiful as seeing Staffan Aehrenthal dance. It was sheer poetry in motion, and he never failed to seduce his faithful audience with every little move he made. There were just no words to describe the heart-thumping excitement he evoked from his fans no matter how fast or slow he danced. And when he started to sing, oh God, how it made Saffi’s body tremble with desire!
Staffan’s eyes suddenly locked with hers.
She gasped.
She knew she must be imagining it. She must be. He couldn’t be---
The line of bouncers suddenly split into two from the center, just in time to let Staffan jump down from the stage. And then he was walking towards Saffi, his eyes never leaving hers.
Saffi’s gasp came out strangled, and it became harder and harder to breathe as Staffan came closer, a six-foot-five silver-haired man whose face was literally the last thing she saw before she slept and the first thing she saw when she woke up. He was the subject of her laptop, tablet, and phone’s screensaver, the pin-up in her high school locker, and she even had a limited edition collectible photo in her wallet.
Before she knew it, Staffan was already standing right in front of her, too gorgeous to be true but too close not to be real.
God, he was tall. God, he was sexy. And oh! Galloping groupers! Those hazel eyes. Surely she had to be mistaken. Surely those eyes didn’t say---
Staffan Aehrenthal held his hand out.
She took it without even a moment’s hesitation.
As he pulled her close, the screams all around them became louder. But even so, she heard Staffan very well as he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
And the next thing she knew, he was leading her up the stage.
Staffan Aehrenthal taking a girl from the crowd and dancing with her on stage was nothing unusual. He did it in every single one of his concerts. She had been aware of that, and she had envied all the girls who had the privilege of dancing with him. But what she didn’t know was that dancing with Staffan meant something entirely unexpected.
Staffan held her close, singing, not saying a word to her even if it was his backup vocals’ turn to sing. But with every chance he got, his hands would graze her breasts, pinching her nipples to life. Every time he would twirl her around, his hands would be brushing against her most private part, the one that had started to throb just because he was near.
Saffi was on fire, in heat, and out of her mind with desire. She was utterly mesmerized, and all she could do was follow Staffan’s lead as he continued to arouse her in front of thousands of people.
A part of her was completely shocked. He was seducing her…not just in public but on stage. At a concert that thousands of mobile phones were presently recording, a concert that could be televised---
She should be running away from him now, but she couldn’t. All Saffi could do was look and feel Staffan Aehrenthal touch her. All she could think was him. Staffan.Staffan.Staffan.
The look on Saffi March’s face almost made Staffan lose his concentration. Dammit. She looked so fucking sweet, so ripe for fucking, that only his sense of professionalism, honed razor sharp by the years he had worked in the music business, kept him from losing control and taking her then and there.
He had always done this. Always. But only Saffi threatened his control.

A loud pounding on the door made them jump in surprise.
“What the---” Donovan exclaimed.
“Are you fucking in there, H?”
Saffi squeaked in shock.
Knowing he only had seconds to spare, Alan hissed, “Remember your promise!”
“I promise. And you promise, too.”
Alan nodded. “I keep my word, Sapphire.”
Her eyes widened at the name he used. “Alan! Don’t call me---” She ended up shrieking instead when the door smashed open. Rather, Staffan had kicked it open. He came in, looking beautiful and furious in a three-piece suit. How was it possible for a human being to be so swooningly exquisite? He really was Mr. Rock Star Chic.
Staffan’s eyes found hers, the emotions swirling in it making her swallow.
Well, make that Mr. Angry Rock Star Chic.
“I can explain,” she said in a small voice.
“Really?” he drawled out. It was all Staffan could manage since every part of him was itching to smash Carson’s face in. And what the fuck was Donovan Bradley doing here? What the fuck had he walked into – a goddamn ménage a trois?
“We were just talking. Alan---”
He seethed at hearing Saffi mention another man’s name.
“---and I are friends from way back.”
“Is that so?” he asked silkily. “What kind of friends?”
Her eyes widened. “No, no, not like that! Oh my God, no!”
Staffan raised a brow. “And I should believe you because?”
Alan said nervously, “We did not do anything---”
“Get the fuck out, you two.” He didn’t spare the boys a glance. Fucking boys. He should have an all-girl group dance backup next time.
Alan and Donovan couldn’t get out fast enough. Sorry, Alan mouthed at her.
It’s okay, she mouthed back.
When she looked back at Staffan, his eyes had become even chillier.
The green-eyed monster inside him had never been fiercer, and all Staffan wanted was to pull Saffi to him and mark her body in every way he could. He wanted to fuck her until she lost consciousness, wanted to see the dreamy smile back on her face – the smile that should only be for him.
“We didn’t really do anything,” she said urgently.
“Why the fuck should I believe you when you didn’t tell me where you’re going, you locked yourself inside this fucking room with two men---”
“Because I can prove it,” she blurted out.
He stilled.
This should be interesting.
He lifted a brow.
She gulped. When they said that starting anything with a lie could only continue with more lies --- it was true, and it was happening now.
“I’m a very, very, in demand groupie.”
Staffan did his best not to roll his eyes.
“I do all sorts of stuff. Like, umm, mouth jobs – I mean blow jobs.” She lifted her chin just so he wouldn’t know how she was completely winging everything. “And hand jobs, foot jobs, even umm, anal jobs.”
Two parts of Staffan’s body twitched: his lips…and his cock.

When Fangirls Lie by Marian Tee
(How (Not) to be Seduced by Rockstars #1)
Publication date: May 9th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult


19-year-old Saffi March is not the perfect girl everyone thinks she is. When the pressure of pretending becomes too much, she escapes for a weekend and transforms herself into another persona - a hardcore groupie for the rockstar also known as Sweden's #1 Sex God, Staffan Aehrenthal.

One look at the beautiful girl hopelessly trying to hide her naïve virginal innocence behind skimpy dresses and garish makeup and Staffan immediately knows the groupie called "H" is hiding a secret. He also knows he needs her desperately. He's determined to make her his, the only girl who's able to soothe the demons in him.

But before Staffan can let Saffi into his life, those stars in her eyes have to go - and he'll do everything for that to happen, even if it means cruelly hurting Saffi until she realizes that he would never trust anyone with his heart again.

(Book 2 releases on August 30th and the purchase link will be found here if you want to add it to your post)


Hi! I’m Marian Tee – I write sexy funny romances, emphasis on the funny because most readers tell me my books are a public hazard, often causing them to laugh out loud and get funny looks from other people.
I’m from the Philippines, half Filipino and half Chinese with a love for all things Japanese! Yes, that rhymed.  I love dancing, travelling, watching horror movies and basketball, and reading Archie comics.

Of course I love reading books, too. In fact, if I’m a little too slow in releasing a new book, it’s probably because I’m too busy being a reader and forgot all about being a writer.  Yes, I know, MY BAD!

I am a frustrated MANGAKA, hence why I write novels like Drawn and why I have a Vampire Knight fan fic posted at search for Morteia Chronicles).

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