How to Reprimand Your Rock Star

How to Reprimand Your Rock Star

by Mina Vaughn

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ISBN-13: 9781476770239
Publisher: Pocket Star
Publication date: 07/21/2014
Series: The DommeNation Series
Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 280
Sales rank: 546,375
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Mina Vaughn is an international woman of mystery and a shoe whore with a heart of gold. When she’s not writing her unique brand of silly smut, she’s plundering Sephora for any pin-up girl makeup she can find. How to Punish Your Playboy is her third book in a series featuring dominant heroines.

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How to Reprimand Your Rockstar



I sat with my head in my hands, blinking away angry tears as the team streamed into the locker room, brooding. We’re still going to the tournament, relax, I kept telling myself. Our team—the UConn Huskies—was good enough that even though we lost in the ACC Tournament, we’d get an at-large bid to the NCAA one. Despite this fact, my tears continued to flow. We lost because of me, and each and every one of my teammates knew it. And here I was, crying about it like a child. On a typical day, I’d just get pissed and do something physical to blow off steam before I blew my top, but this feeling was just pure embarrassment and I wanted to crawl into a hole.

Jerking up, I wiped my eyes and tried to make it seem as though I was unfazed by my piss-poor performance. One by one, my cohorts walked in, letting their eyes slide over me. The freshman who was supposed to be the next big thing. The one who let them down so badly tonight.

I feigned a smile and rubbed my knee, which had been clicking and giving me a hard time this week. I could blame my performance tonight on my knee, but that would be a cop-out. I sucked, plain and simple. No Rookie of the Year Award for me. No, I would be lucky if I was able to keep my scholarship after this disaster.

The last person to enter the locker room was our coach, Henry Dunkilson, aka Dunks. His expression showed reserved disappointment, nodding at our captains, Donelle and Reese, as he passed. Unlike my teammates, he did look me in the eye. He blinked once and continued to the center of the room where a crowd had made way for him. My gut clenched. It was speech time.

Dunks doesn’t mince words. His speeches both excited and incited us at the same time. He’d congratulate us for still making the tournament, sure, but he’d break down the errors in the game so that none of us would ever forget what we had done wrong.

I knew what this would be like for me.

Public humiliation.

“Once again,” he said, gravelly voice echoing through the now-silent locker room, “the ladies of UConn are moving on to the NCAA Tournament.”

The team erupted with cheers, whoops, and squeals of joy.

I choked back a sob.

“Now, to the casual observer, that would sound like a victory, wouldn’t it?”

The cheers cooled and settled into silence.

Yeah, coach. Point taken.

“Sloppy, regardless of this game’s significance. This was a sloppy loss and you know it,” he said, pointing his finger across the sea of sober faces. “We may be moving on, but tonight was like we slid backward. This was junior varsity quality, ladies. Hell, it’s over-forty men’s league.”

A few snickers. I blinked rapidly.

“We can chalk our loss up to one thing, and one thing only,” he said, scanning the crowd again. “Who can tell me what that is?”

Turnovers. I raised my hand to speak and he called on our captain, Donelle.

“Sloppy defense?” she answered.

“Turnovers,” I said, but chatter drowned me out.

“Nobody?” Coach asked again.

I fought to find my voice, but my throat was constricted with sobs I wouldn’t let out. “Turnovers!” It came out as a pathetic whimper.

Coach just shook his head. “The fact that not a single one of you can identify the error in our performance is worrisome. The problem was turnovers. And not the flaky kind my wife likes to bake on Sundays.”

Nobody even had the guts to laugh at his joke.

“Pops,” he said, looking at me. My stomach turned into an iceberg and sunk deep into my abdomen, pulling my breath with it. “You allowed ten turnovers.” He shook his head. “I know you’re a freshman, but that kind of stuff can lose the tournament for us.”

Mute and blind with tears, I nodded. Dunks continued calling out team members and telling them how many times they let him down, but none more than four times.

I was the big failure of the night.

If my high school team were here right now, they’d be shocked. I was the all-time scorer in my school’s history. I was offered full-ride scholarships from five D I schools. I rarely missed a shot and my turnover-to-assist ratio was to die for.

In high school, they called me Greece Lightning. My family owned the town’s favorite pizza shop, Parthenon; I always got good-natured teasing about my heritage. And superb pizza-making skills. Anyway, I was the highest-scoring female in the history of my high school. I broke every record there was to break, but now that I actually fulfilled everyone’s predictions that I’d be playing ball as a freshman on a Division I team, I was a little fish in a huge pond.

Hell, at UConn, it felt like I was a minnow in the Atlantic.

But they didn’t know any of this, my new teammates. Each year a crop of swelled-headed freshmen come in and get humbled, so I suppose to them, I was just one of the many who couldn’t keep up. At least I had the tournament to prove myself.

A soft hand landed on my shoulder and I knew it was my roommate, Callie. I looked up and there she was, goofy grin and freckles. “It’s fine, Thea,” she whispered, and planted a kiss on my forehead. I hoped the team didn’t see her coddling me. I shrugged her hand off and nodded.

Coach left after a few more sharp words, and the team got up to shower. They were all still relatively unaffected by Dunks’s speech. “Don’t let him bother you,” Callie said as we headed into the bathroom. “They’re feeling no pain, neither should you.” Girls were swatting each other playfully with towels and screeching with laughter despite the loss. They were just excited about moving on. I was too angry with myself to let the loss slide.

“They didn’t allow ten,” I grumbled.

Callie’s hands spun me toward her. “I heard you answer Coach’s question, by the way.”

“So?”

She sighed. “So? You know, if you spoke up, I think the team would benefit. You’re always telling me little insider tips about the other team. Maybe before next game, say something and they’ll forgive your horrible performance.” Callie grinned again and I nearly swallowed my tongue. She was a good friend. A brutally honest one, but a friend nonetheless.

“They won’t listen,” I said, crossing my arms, tightening my towel’s hold on my body. “They never do when we’re off the court. We’re freshmen.” As a point guard, I am able to be pretty vocal while we’re playing, but once we’re back in the locker room, it is like I lose my voice each time the game ends.

Callie shrugged. “I know how bossy you can be. I’ve seen you debate with Wes at parties and scare the pants off the boys’ team. Just do the same with us, okay?”

“I want to go home,” I mumbled. To Callie, to me, to my team. All I wanted was to sit in my living room wearing my Snoopy slippers, eat my mom’s famous stuffed grape leaves, and laugh with my little brothers. Have my Yaya braid my hair. Sleep in my real bed, a big luxurious full mattress, and not the extra-long twin that I crashed on each night here.

I never thought I’d miss home so much.

Callie looped her arm through mine. “I’m treating you tonight, once we get back to campus.” The ACC Tournament we were at was away in nearby Massachusetts, just a short bus ride home.

I snorted. “Oh yeah? Cookies and cream or butter pecan?” There is a place in town called Sweet Stuff that delivers ice cream to dorms at all hours. Callie has them programmed into her phone and the owner knows her by name. Our game was at two PM, so the place would definitely still be open once we returned.

“Nope,” she said with a sly smile, “Boys and booze, baby.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Now I really wanted to go home.



THE ROOM ERUPTED IN CHEERS as we walked in.

I glanced at Callie, who was paying the boy at the beer-pong table for our two cups.

“These guys know who we are?” I asked, glancing around the room. We were on Ellbridge Drive, a street notorious for frosh parties. Upperclassmen would rent houses on Ell Drive and charge freshmen per cup. They’d make huge batches of Death Punch—no, really, that’s what it’s actually called—and make hundreds of dollars a night from desperate underage kids who just wanted to party but had no cool upperclassmen friends. We were only here because Callie knew our team wouldn’t be. It still felt embarrassing.

She glanced over my shoulder and frowned. “It’s not us they’re cheering for.”

I turned around and promptly decided that Death Punch wasn’t going to be the worst thing about hitting Ell Drive for the night.

Wesley. Hargrove. I watched him laugh with his teammates, huge nostrils flaring and buckteeth chomping at the air as he laughed.

Wesley, it is said in college basketball circles, is the male Thea “Pops” Papastathopoulos. And it makes my skin crawl. We were nothing alike in life, but on paper, different story.

He was a freshman point guard. Check. Rookie of the Year candidate. Check. All-time point scorer for his high school team. Check. Classics major. Check.

The dude haunted me. I couldn’t go to class without seeing his donkey face and I couldn’t go to practice without bumping into him. His personality was as smooth as cottage cheese and his breath smelled like ass and I hated his guts.

As if sensing my distaste, his Sputnik-shaped head swiveled in my direction and he pointed, cup sloshing over his fingers. “Drinking away your troubles, Pops?”

The boys with him laughed.

“Better hang on to that cup, or someone might just take it out of your hands. You wouldn’t be familiar with that sensation, would you?”

My simmering anger finally had a target other than myself. Good.

“Give him hell,” Callie whispered, taking a long swig from her cup. I handed her mine.

Luckily, the other teammates weren’t upperclassmen, just Wes’s toadies. I’m not sure I would have had the balls to approach them otherwise.

“I know tonight wasn’t my finest performance,” I said, pretending to capitulate, “but at least I wasn’t caught crying on the sidelines over my ankle.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” he asked, face clearly stunned and disarmed.

I shrugged. “In the era of Instagram, one can’t be too careful about ugly and embarrassing photos from high school games getting passed around the Internet.”

“No clue what you’re talking about,” he said, rolling his eyes.

I tapped my chin. “That’s funny, because I heard your nickname was Wesley Waters, as in you cried after like every game you lost.”

His mouth moved wordlessly as I snatched his drink. “Turnover!”

Take that, Wes.

Callie high-fived me as a light flashed in our faces.

Wes’s phone was pointed at us.

“Looks like Coach Dunks isn’t going to be too happy to find out that rather than resting or going over the game’s lowlights, you decided to drown your sorrows in Death Punch.”

My fist clenched, and the drink dribbled over. “I haven’t taken a sip and you know it.”

He shrugged. “Go home, you’re drunk!” Wes shouted. So him to use recycled humor. A bunch of partygoers glanced in our direction. A few pointed.

My throat dried and I tried to retort, tried to fight back, but he had all the evidence he needed. One more push and I’d be benched for certain. I wanted so badly to let my anger out on him, to rant and dismantle him, but that would only make me look either drunk or bitter and I couldn’t afford either tonight.

So I went home a loser for the second time today.

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How to Reprimand Your Rock Star 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
TracyG-1 More than 1 year ago
I received a copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. “How to Reprimand Your Rockstar” was a fun, easy-to-read book.  It was a light and quick read that I finished in one sitting.  I found myself drawn to the characters.  My favorites were the main hero and heroine.  I loved Thea and her ability to admit to herself what she wanted in life.  She was willing to work hard to reach her goals.  On the flip side, I hated her insecurities and the way she seemed to give in to Keaton so easily.  Thea needed to show more domination in her relationship with Keaton.  She took Keaton’s suggestions when she liked them, he seemed to be “topping from the bottom”.  I also did love Keaton.  He was very sweet, but I did find him to be very manipulative.  I would have loved to have more of his point of view.  I loved how their relationship blossomed.  I became frustrated at times with the lack of communication between the two.  Scarlett was also a favorite character of mine.  I loved her inhibitions and the way she took Thea under her wing and taught her the life.  Overall, this was a fun and light book that left me with a smile. 4-Bombs Reviewed by Tracy
Sandy-thereadingcafe More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars:  HOW TO REPRIMAND YOUR ROCK STARthe second instalment in Mina Vaughn’s adult contemporary Domme-Nation erotic series. Told from first person POV (Thea) the premise follows nineteen year old college freshman and women’s basketball star rookie Thea as she discovers the dominant side of her sexual nature. Finding rock star Keaton Lowe in the girl’s locker room brings out all of Thea’s dominant nature and the two begin a whirl wind courtship where Thea discovers that Keaton is the submissive to her dominant side. Mina Vaughn writes erotic storylines that feature female leads in a position of dominance. The story follows Thea’s realization and education both on and off the court that one must take control to be a success and get what you want. In this, Thea will become a force on the basketball court as well as in the bedroom with Keaton Lowe. The relationship between Thea and Keaton is based on power and control. This is not a story about sadism or masochism. There is no physical use of pain or force. How To Reprimand Your Rock Star is a story about one woman’s self discovery of what she needs and what she wants. But saying that, I did not feel the love connection between our couple-it felt more of a contract based on wants and needs; in my opinion there was nothing intimate or romantic about the relationship although Keaton did attempt to bring some humor into the situation. Thea is a woman with wants and needs, and Keaton is the man to submit to her demands.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kink with a wink? Yes, please! As always, Mina Vaughn takes us on a trip of steamy smexy smex that certainly won't leave you unfulfilled! WARNING: Don't read this in the car wash, or you might need to roll down the window and stick your head out for a cool shower!
csingh More than 1 year ago
I love the idea of a sports star falling in love with a rock star and vice versa, so I was very eager to read this book.   I found that I had to struggle to get through the book, but it wasn't all bad. I liked Thea.  I was a little surprised at how quickly and how much she trusted Keaton.  I liked Keaton too, but there were times when I wondered what his game was, no pun intended.  For a while I was wondering what direction the story would take.  The story is fast paced which is good, but I got confused regarding the tournament and the different places Thea was playing in. The biggest downfall for me was the BDSM and that was pretty tame too.  I just wasn't able to get into the book.  I felt like it took way too long for the book to hook my attention and even then I was skimming the sex scenes.  I also felt like some issues were alluded to but never followed up on.   This book has some fabulous reviews and even though it took me longer than expected to finish it, please do give this book a chance.  It may not have hit all the high notes with me, but it might for you.  I think there is a sequel coming, so I may just find the answers to the unanswered questions I have.
LJ111970 More than 1 year ago
This book started off great and captured my attention. It wasn't like all the others and I was interested in seeing where it went. It gave me an education lol The subject was fun and I liked the twist of it being her in control.  I really enjoyed how they got to know each other and how her confidence grew with their relationship and her learning about her likes and dislikes.  The characters were good and strong and interacted well. They were believable. I did find it to drag on a bit throughout and I found myself wishing there was more depth and excitement. Towards the ending I was getting excited thinking something big would happen but it was a little too "happily ever after" for me. This book caught my attention when my favourite author rated it highly, so here I am :) This was a different read for me and I enjoyed it. 
kimberlyfaye More than 1 year ago
I participated in the cover reveal for Mina Vaughn's How to Reprimand Your Rockstar a couple months ago and since I read the blurb, I've been looking forward to reading the book. I was dying to find out what happens when a dedicated (and straight-laced) college basketball phenom meets a hot rock star who wants nothing more than to be dominated by her. I won't get into all the details because I don't want to spoil the (very sexy) ride for you, but let's just say I wasn't disappointed. Thea is a college basketball player well on her way to becoming the Rookie of the Year in the NCAA. Her team is on a path to the NCAA Championship. Life can't get much better, right? Well, one night during a concert being held in the arena where they play, she runs into a hot, mysterious man in the locker room and they click immediately. That man? Keaton Lowe, rock god. They flirt and exchange numbers and it doesn't take long before Keaton comes clean about what he wants – someone to dominate him. More specifically, Thea to dominate him. They make a plan to meet up in the spots where her playoff games and his concerts have them in the same city. After several steamy texting sessions, Thea knows it's time to dip into the BDSM world and learn a few things. Thankfully her landlord Scarlett is happy to oblige and becomes a kinky mentor, of sorts, for her. Now Thea's juggling Keaton and their kinky relationship and basketball. I liked the characters in this book. Thea was a strong, determined girl who was really trying to find her place in more than just basketball. There are a lot of layers to her character and they're explored pretty fully in this book. Keaton was sexy and swoon-worthy. So often, the rock star is the alpha character, so I enjoyed reading a little different perspective in this book. Don't get me wrong, he still had alpha tendencies, but he also knew when to let Thea be the dominant one. And in those moments? Holy. Hotness. (Side note: I read this on a plane surrounded by coworkers. I felt a little awkward and know I blushed a few times. I also had to kick up the fan on me because I was overheating.) This was a good, if predictable story. (Not that I mind predictable.) Can the girl win the National Championship, find herself and keep the guy? Thea just might. You'll have to read it and find out. I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Clever, Witty, Fun, Naughty and Oh sooo good!  Those are the words I can think of to describe Mina Vaughn’s second book  How To Reprimand Your Rock Star.  Let me tell you, I loved this book and am excited to share my review. Mina writes amazing stories.  There is always something unexpected in her writing which is one of the reasons why I love to read her words.  From the moment I started this book, I couldn’t put it down.  Her characters are refreshing and different.  Pair a beautiful female basketball player with a hot rock star, throw in some kink, and you have a 5 star read.  From the first page to the last, you will enjoy every moment. I loved Thea and enjoyed discovering a new word along with her.  She is not the typical fragile female.  She is focused on her athletic career and education.  Yes, she is an athlete.  Thea meets Keaton Lowe and he is totally swoonworthy.  Appropriate nicknamed Baby Blue, he “rocks” her world.  This sexy rockstar enters her life and gives new meaning to the term “Rock God.” This is not your typical love story.  The Rock God may be used to taking the lead on stage,  but Thea proves to be the one in charge. I highly recommend this book.  Be sure to add it to your TBR list today. You will love it! It is a spanktastic read! #DommeNation
mary8808 More than 1 year ago
Thea is the rookie contender for the UConn women’s basketball team. As a freshman she has to follow the rules but wants to share her knowledge with her teammates but she is intimidated. After a game, she goes back to the locker room for a shower and after she finds a man there with her clothes and towel. He will not give them back, he wants her to tie him up in order to get the towel. She is shocked but also turned on. Turns out the man with her clothes in rock God Keaton Lowe. With the help of the House Mother for the team, she learns that she is a Domme and Keaton wants to submit to her. Scarlett, the house mother, will train her as a Domme and Thea will love every minute of it. And she is always thinking of ways to dominate Keaton. When he tells her he wants more with her, can she believe him and not the rumors? Can she use her skills as a Domme to help with her basketball? Can the team make it to the finals with Thea’s help? This is a first for me by Mina Vaughn and I loved it. What’s not to love, a sexy rock god, college basketball and maybe true love will win in the end. **Copy provided by the publisher through NetGalley**