The Most Wanted 6-Book Bundle
The Most Wanted 6-Book Bundle
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BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE BUNDLE:
Books 1-4 in the The Most Wanted series:
✅ I Want You To Want Me (book 1)
✅ I Want To Rock With You (book 2)
✅ I Want To Know What Love Is (book 3)
✅ I Don't Want To Miss a Thing (book 4)
PLUS 2 novellas:
✅ I Want To Be Starting Something (prequel)
✅ I Want To Write You a Song
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I Want You To Want Me synopsis
I Want You To Want Me synopsis
In my defense, I’d gone out to the club to support my brother’s music career, and Adam stopped by the merch table shrouded in a hoodie, sporting grungy jeans and a threadbare T-shirt from a long-forgotten AC/DC concert. How was I supposed to recognize him?
God, it gets worse.
When he asked me what I do, I half lied, “My company’s developing a perfume.” I couldn’t tell him I research boner pills on laboratory mice. Besides, it was true that a coworker had tossed me a vial of some experimental fragrance as I left work. It smelled nice so I tried it on.
Adam leaned in. “What’s it like?”
I scooted over. “I’m wearing it.”
Gaze locked on mine, he lifted my wrist and brushed his sensuous lips across my skin, breathing in whatever chemical I’d loosed on him. Just like that, an electric charge sparked up my arm. I sucked in a sharp breath, and his eyes dilated black, like this intense desire had surged back toward him.
“Mmm,” he said. “You smell intoxicating.”
I must have, because he flirted with me, bought me beers… invited me back to his place. I knew I shouldn’t go home with him. We were perfect strangers. But God, I wanted to. I wanted more. I wanted him. I thought he wanted me, too.
So when my best friend ran an image search the next day, proving the guy I’d hooked up with was THE Adam Copeland, I had to ask: How had I, a biochemist from suburban New Jersey, attracted that sexy out-of-reach rocker?
And what the hell was in that perfume?
I Want To Rock With You synopsis
I Want To Rock With You synopsis
Climbing onto the shoulders of a beautiful stranger, I ask myself, Are there no limits to the humiliations I’ll endure for a paycheck? As a tabloid photographer, I’ve abandoned my dignity on the quest for trophy shots to bring my boss, a certified A-hole, who doesn’t think I’m cut out for the job.
To prove him wrong, I’ve got my camera trained on an A-lister, shopping with her kids, when this oblivious jerk comes out of nowhere and photobombs me.
“Who are you shooting?” He stares at me like I’m more interesting than the celebrity up the block, who… has been swallowed up by a crowd. Dammit.
I wave at my lost opportunity. “Nobody, now.”
A slight smile plays on his gorgeous lips. “Need a boost?”
Honestly, he’d make a better photo with his golden hair, bright blue eyes, broad shoulders, and tanned skin—like some model for a California travel agency—but I don’t get paid for pics of random hot dudes.
My shark of a boss would say: Get the shot at any cost. And just like that, fear of losing my job overcomes my self-respect. Photobomber drops on his knee, and—I can’t believe I’m doing this—I climb this mouth-wateringly delicious man and ride him like a parade float.
And maybe I am an incompetent paparazza because I have no idea the dude between my thighs is Micah Sinclair, guitarist for the band The Most Wanted and notorious publicity whore.
Adding insult to injury, by the time I return to the office—without pictures of the actress—social media posts of yours truly atop a bona fide rock star have emerged. My ruthless boss, thinking I’ve made a connection, gives me a new assignment: use Micah to get inside his world and dig up dirt.
But once this charming musician takes me in, I’m not sure who’s side I’m on. And I think he might be using me.
I Want To Know What Love Is synopsis
I Want To Know What Love Is synopsis
I’ve heard about girls meeting rock stars in the wild without a clue who they are. Trust me. That would not be me. As a certified fan girl, I know way too much about musicians.
Case in point. I just landed this sweet job at the premiere rock magazine in New York City. Thanks to my new insider connections, I end up sharing pizza with The Most Wanted--just my favorite band ever, no biggie. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’ve seen all their faces far away on the jumbotron (and up close and personal on my laptop).
Thankfully, their drummer--Shane--is so dorky, funny, and easy to talk to, I almost forget to be starstruck. And lord is he cute. I can’t even believe it when he invites me to tag along with the band to their rehearsal and hang out backstage. Or when he shows me to his place... It’s everything a fan could dream of.
But as the stardust falls from my eyes, I’m drawn to his quiet charms, fascinating mind, and banging hot body. I know he digs me too, but the thing is, Shane’s wary of fans using him to glom onto the rock n roll lifestyle--or trade up to one of his flashier band brothers.
And I have an explosive secret…
I’m not your average fan. I've run the most popular unofficial fan site for The Most Wanted on the Internet for years, and I can't even log on to gush about meeting these guys or I'll risk exposing my real-life identity and blowing my cool girl cover. If Shane ever discovers my deep involvement in the fandom, he may never trust me again.
But the Internet is forever, and secrets have a way of getting out.
NOTE: An earlier version of this book was originally published as Kind of Famous.
I Don't Want To Miss a Thing synopsis
I Don't Want To Miss a Thing synopsis
I haven’t seen Noah Kennedy in three years. And he’s never seen our son.
The last time I gave into his intoxicating seduction, the tour bus rolled out of town before I found out I was pregnant.
Not that he ever knew. Growing up with an absentee dad myself, I vowed to protect my child from the heartache and empty promises of vagabond musicians, so I kept my secrets.
Tonight, his band is in town, and he’s standing on my doorstep, like a ghost from the past, tempting me with a love I never got over. If only he’d stay, I might finally tell him about our son, sleeping inside, safe, happy, loved.
But confessing’s a risk I can’t afford with more than my heart on the line. Just because he’s here tonight, it doesn’t mean anything’s changed. He tumbled in with the wind, and he’ll blow right back out on a tour bus tomorrow, because the band always comes first.
Would he stay if he knew?
Or would he just hate me forever?
NOTE: An earlier version of this book was published as Kind of a Big Deal.
Want To Be Starting Something synopsis
Want To Be Starting Something synopsis
All I wanted to do tonight was catch a glimpse of Adam Copeland, the lead singer of The Most Wanted, the guy who saved my life with his lyrics. I can’t even afford a ticket to the show, so I’m stalking the buses, praying it doesn’t rain. When a stranger offers me a free ticket and a backstage pass, I don’t even ask if there’s a catch before I’m looping my arm in his and following him inside.
Turns out Ozzy’s on a mission of his own. As a music manager, he’s hoping to corner the masked and highly reclusive opening act for a chance to offer them representation, and he thinks a super fan like me could be his secret weapon to win the band over.
Seems simple enough. We go backstage, meet the musicians, then go our separate ways.
But when our backstage passes get revoked because I may have broken some rules, we’re forced to get creative. As we search for back doors, corruptible roadies, or any avenue to the musicians, our shenanigans become increasingly risky. We might land in jail, but we’re having fun, and we’re fast becoming the biggest fans of the two people we haven’t been shamelessly stalking: each other.
I Want To Write You a Song synopsis
I Want To Write You a Song synopsis
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I Want You To Want Me Chapter One Look Inside
Eden
My pen tapped out the drumbeat to the earworm playing through my laptop speakers. I glanced around to make sure I was alone, then grabbed an Erlenmeyer flask and belted out the chorus into my makeshift microphone.
“I’m beeeegging you…”
With the countertop centrifuge spinning out white noise, I could imagine a stadium crowd cheering. My eyes closed, and the blinding lab fell away. I stood onstage in the spotlight.
“Eden?” came a voice from the outer hall.
I swiveled my stool toward the door, anticipating the arrival of my first fan. When Stacy came in, I bowed my head. “Thank you. Thank you very much.”
She shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on a wooden peg, unimpressed by my performance. “You’re early. How long have you been here?”
“Since seven.” The centrifuge slowed, and I pulled out tubes filled with rodent sperm.
“I’m gonna leave a bit early to head into the city and catch Micah’s show.”
She dragged a stool over. “Kelly and I are going bar hopping tonight. You should come with.”
“Pass. Why don’t you come with me? Kelly can be—”
“Kelly can be what?” Speak of the devil, Kelly stood in the doorway, phone in hand.
Mean, I wanted to say, but it was too early to start a fight. “A total guy magnet. Nobody can compete with you.”
Kelly didn’t argue and turned her attention back to the phone.
Stacy leaned her elbow on the counter, conspiratorially talking over my head. “Eden’s going to abandon us again to go hang out with Micah.”
“At that filthy club?” Kelly’s lip curled. “But there are never even any guys there. It’s always just a bunch of moms.”
I gritted my teeth. “Micah’s fans are not all moms.” When Micah made it big, I was going to enjoy refusing her backstage passes to his eventual sold-out shows. I had faith in him.
Kelly snorted. “Oh, right. I suppose their husbands might be there, too.”
“That’s not fair,” Stacy said. “I’ve seen young guys at his shows.”
“Teenage boys don’t count.” Kelly dropped an invisible microphone and turned toward her desk.
I’d never admit that she was right about the crowd that came out to hear Micah perform. But unlike Kelly, I wasn’t there to pick up random guys at bars. I spun a test tube like a top then clamped my hand down on it before it could careen off the counter. “Whatever. Sometimes Micah lets me sing.”
Apparently Kelly smelled blood; her voice turned singsong. “Ooh, I think Eden’s got the hots for her brother.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kelly.” Stacy rolled her eyes and gave me her best don’t listen to her look.
“Oh, right.” Kelly threw her head back for one last barb. “Eden would never consider dating a struggling musician.”
I stiffened at the accusation. My extreme pickiness over men had made me the target of many a fail attempt to set me up, either through blind dates or dating apps. So what if I had high standards? Why should I settle when I was perfectly content on my own?
The clock on the wall reminded me I had seven hours of prison left. I hated the feeling that I was wishing my life away one workday at a time.
Thanh peeked his head around the door and saved me. “Eden, I need you to come monitor one of the test subjects.”
Inhaling deep to get my residual irritation under control, I followed Thanh down the hall to the holding cells. Behind the window, a cute blond dude sat with a wire snaking out of his charcoal-gray Dockers. Thanh instructed him to watch a screen flashing more or less pornographic images while I kept one eye on his vital signs.
I bit my pen and put the test subject through my usual Terminator-robot full-body analysis to gauge his romantic eligibility. He wore a crisp dress shirt with a white cotton undershirt peeking out below the unbuttoned collar. I wagered he held a desk job in programming, accounting, or maybe architecture. His fading tan, manicured nails, and fit build lent the impression that he had enough money and time to vacation, pamper himself, and work out. No ring on his finger. And blue eyes at that. On paper, he seemed to fit my basic mental checklist to a T.
Even if he was strapped up to his balls in wires.
Hmm. Scratch that. If he was financially secure, why was he participating in a clinical trial for boner research? And if it wasn’t for the compensation, I didn’t want to know. Never mind.
Thanh sat next to me, punching buttons on the complex machine monitoring the erectile event in the other room.
I stifled a yawn and stretched my arms. “Don’t get me wrong. This is all very exciting, but could you please slip some arsenic in my coffee?”
He side-eyed me. “Why are you still working here, Eden? Weren’t you supposed to start grad school this year?”
“I was.” I sketched a small circle in the margin of the paper on the table.
“You need to start applying soon for next year. Are you waiting till you’ve saved enough money?”
“No, I’ve saved enough.” I drew a flower around the circle and shaded it in. I’d already had this conversation with my parents.
“If you want to do much more than what you’re doing now, you need to get your PhD.”
I sighed and turned in my chair to face him. “Thanh, you’ve got your PhD, and you’re doing the same thing as me.”
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Yes, but it has always been my lifelong dream to help men maintain a medically induced long-lasting erection.”
I cracked a smile, but his joke barely took the edge off my mood. “I’m not sure this is what I want to do with my life. I’ve lost that loving feeling.”
“Well, then, you’re in the right place.”
I snickered at the erectile dysfunction humor. The guy in the testing room shifted, and I thought for the first time to ask. “What are you even testing today?”
“Top secret.”
“You can’t tell me?”
“No, I mean you’d already know if you read your emails.”
“I do read the emails.” That was partly true. I skimmed and deleted them unless they pertained to my own work. I didn’t care about policy changes, management reorgs, congratulations to the sales division, farewells to employees leaving after six wonderful years, tickets to be pawned, baby pictures, or the company chili cook-off. I wasn’t well suited for corporate life.
He reached into a drawer and brought out a small vial containing a pale yellow liquid. When he removed the stopper, a sweet aroma filled the room, like jasmine.
“What’s that?”
He handed it to me. “Put some on, right here.” He touched my arm.
I tipped it onto my finger and dabbed both my wrists. Then I waited. “What’s it supposed to do?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you feel any different?”
I ran an internal assessment. “Uh, nope. Should I?”
“Do me a favor. Walk into that room.”
“With the test subject?” It was bad enough that poor guy’s schwanz was hooked up to monitors, but he didn’t need to know exactly who was observing changes in his penile turgidity. Thanh shooed me on through the door, so I went in.
The erotica continued to run, but the guy’s eyes were now on me. As the machine behind me buzzed, I thought, Is that a sensor monitoring you, or are you just happy to see me?
“Uh, hi.” I glanced back at the one-way mirror, as if I could telepathically understand when Thanh would release me from this embarrassing ordeal.
The guy sat patiently, like he expected me to do something. So I reached over and adjusted one of the wires, up by the machines. He went back to watching the screen, as if I were just another technician. Nobody interesting.
I backed out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I asked Thanh, “What the hell was that?”
He frowned. “I don’t know. I expected something more. Some kind of reaction.” He started to place the vial back in the drawer. Then he had a second thought. “Do you like how this smells?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s good.”
“Take it.” He slid it over. “Let me know if anyone comments on it.”
I shrugged and pocketed the vial, curious why Thanh was wasting his time testing aphrodisiacs. At least the perfume smelled nice.
When four o’clock finally rolled around, I swung into the ladies’ room and changed out of my suit skirt and button-up shirt. Knowing I’d be hanging with Micah in the club later, I’d packed a pair of comfortable jeans and one of his band’s T-shirts. I shook my ponytail out and let my hair fall to my shoulders. I’d taken the perfume from my lab coat, and before dropping it in my bag, I dabbed a little on my neck, breathing it in. The top note was definitely jasmine, but I went nose blind searching for the undertones.
I passed through the lab on my way out, and as I grabbed my purse and laptop, Kelly gave me a once-over. “I have a low-cut shirt in my car if you want something more attractive.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I said, trying to sound appreciative of her uncharacteristic generosity, but our styles were wildly at odds.
But when she added, “At least let me fix your makeup. Are you even wearing any?” I heard the insult hiding in her offer.
I pretended she wasn’t bothering me. “No time. I have a train to catch.”
She sniffed. “Well, you smell nice anyway. New perfume?”
“Uh, yeah. It was a gift.” Before she could get in another jab, I zipped my computer bag and said, “Gotta go. See ya tomorrow, Stacy?”
Stacy waved without turning her head away from whatever gossip site she’d logged on to, and I slipped out the door.
As I stood on the train platform waiting for the 5:35 Northeast Corridor train to Penn Station, I heard someone calling “Hello?” from inside my purse. I fetched my phone and found it connected somehow to my mom, whose voice messages I’d been ignoring.
Foiled by technology and the gremlins living in my bag, I placed the phone to my ear. “Mom?”
“Oh, there you are, Eden. I’m making corned beef and gravy tonight. Why don’t you come by before you go out?”
I didn’t know how to cook, so my mom’s invitation was meant as charity. But since her own ineptness in the kitchen was the reason for mine, her promise of shit on a shingle couldn’t lure me from my original plans.
“No, thanks, Mom. I’m on my way into the city to hear Micah play tonight.”
“Oh. Well, we’ll see you Sunday I hope. Would you come to church with us? We have a wonderful new minister and—”
“No, Mom. But I’ll come by the house later.”
“All right. Oh, don’t forget you’ve got a date with Dr. Whedon tomorrow night.”
I groaned. She was relentless. “Is it too late to cancel?”
“What’s the problem now, Eden?”
I pictured Dr. Rick Whedon, DDS, tonguing my bicuspid as we French kissed. But she wouldn’t understand why that gave me the ick, so instead, I presented an iron-clad excuse. “Mom, if we got married, I’d be Eden Whedon.”
Her sigh came across loud and clear. “Eden, don’t be so unreasonable.”
“I keep telling you you’re wasting your time, Mom.”
“And you’re letting it slip by, waiting on a nonexistent man. You’re going to be twenty-nine soon."
The train approached the station, so I put my finger in my ear and yelled into the phone,
“In six months.”
“What was wrong with Jack Talbot?”
I thought for a second and then placed the last guy she’d tried to set me up with. “He had a porn mustache and a Don’t tread on me tattoo. Also, he lives with his parents.”
“That’s only temporary,” she snapped.
“The mustache or the tattoo?” I thought back to the guy from the lab. “And you never know. Maybe I’ll meet Mr. Perfect soon.”
“Well, if you do, bring him over on Sunday.”
I chortled. The idea of bringing a guy over to my ridiculous house before I’d secured a ring on my finger was ludicrous. “Sure, Mom. I’ll see you Sunday.”
“Tell Micah to come, too?”
My turn to sigh. Their pride in him was unflappable, and yet, I’d been the one to do everything they’d ever encouraged me to do, while he’d run off to pursue a pipe dream in music. So maybe they hadn’t encouraged me to work in the sex-drug industry, but at least I had a college degree and a stable income.
“Okay, Mom. I’ll mention it. The train’s here. I have to go.”
I climbed aboard and relaxed, so tired of everyone harassing me. At least I could count on Micah not to meddle in my love life.
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Tropes
✔️ Rockstar romance
✔️ Famous but unrecognized
✔️ Ordinary girl in extraordinary world
✔️ Paparazzi
✔️ Fish out of water
✔️ He falls first
✔️Cinnamon roll hero
✔️ Playboy hero
✔️ Who's using who?
✔️ Insider access
✔️ Second chance romance
✔️ Secret baby
✔️ Angsty hero
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Features
✔️ Love potion with the power to seduce anyone in the world
✔️ Is it real or is it manufactured in a lab?
✔️ Cinnamon roll hero
✔️ Biochemist heroine
✔️ Type 1 diabetes rep
✔️ Indian-American diaspora rep
✔️ Web designer
✔️ Wish fulfillment
✔️ Angsty hero
✔️ Tattoos
✔️ Well endowed
✔️ Red-haired protagonists
✔️ Disgruntled guitarist
✔️ Museum curator
✔️ Cute kid
✔️ Characters from feature in each other's books
✔️ Shenanigans
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Settings
✔️ New Jersey
✔️ Manhattan
✔️ Brooklyn
✔️ France
✔️ Germany
✔️ Holland
✔️ Spain
✔️ DC
✔️ Charlottesville
What readers are saying about The Most Wanted:
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"Marlowe makes a name for herself in this hilarious and sexy debut. It's filled with frisky sexy scenes set to the backdrop of rock music, and Marlowe makes the chemistry scientific and literal in this fun read." —Booklist STARRED REVIEW
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"This love potion romance, which pairs up the lead singer for a rock band with a biochemist who's also an amateur singer/songwriter, is light and fluffy." —Publishers Weekly
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"This fun, romantic and sexy novel explores the instant connection that manifests between two people and what happens next. The chemistry between Adam and Eden is instant and electric, and watching them bring out the best in each other gives the story warmth along with the heat...This love story will make readers smile!" —RT Book Reviews
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"Marlowe is a deft, compelling writer with a modern, confident voice. I got swept up completely in Eden's journey. Through the layering of detail and humanity, Marlowe manages to take a seemingly outlandish premise and make it real.... And through it all she weaves a beautiful love story that you can't help but champion! A smartly-written, entertaining debut!!" —Robinne Lee, author ofThe Idea of You"
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"Sexy, engaging and original. I completely fell in love with Eden and Adam. An amazing first novel." —Sydney Landon, New York Times bestselling author of Wishing For Us