Darkest Days

Rock god Noah Hart needs inspiration. And he's choosing me as his muse. In my darkest days, I found solace in the words of rock star god Noah Hart. He saw into my heart. And I saw into his. Even though we'd never met, I felt as if I knew the man behind the music. Then I met him. Noah isn't a wounded poet. He's a jerk. He's abrasive, cutting, and guarded as hell. He says people are selfish. He says we're only out for ourselves. He refuses to trust. He refuses to let anyone in. I'm supposed to be helping him write a song. I'm supposed to be his confidant. But the only time we connect is when we take to his bed. Noah plays my body as skillfully as he plays the piano. He makes me feel things I've never dreamed of. And that includes heartache. The man behind the music is nothing like I imagined. Who exactly is this Noah Hart I've met, and what the hell happened to my soulful, romantic poet? Contains mature themes.

It's just a fling. Rock stars like Ian are known for breaking hearts. I'm not going to let him break mine. Ian Drake, one of the genius twin guitarists of Darkest Days, is known for his brilliant green eyes, his sly grins, and his mischievous flirting. I shouldn't take him seriously when he flirts with me. But there's something about the way he looks at me. Like I'm the only one who sees past his cheery facade. Like I'm the only one who really sees him. Ian says I'm special. He says I'm not like the others. He showers me with pretty words, just as he fills me with naughty desires. Everyone knows rock stars like Ian don't do commitments. This is just physical. Just fun. I'm going in with my eyes wide open. Because there's a secret he's not telling me. And why would he? We're just having a fling. I told myself I wouldn't let Ian break my heart. But I'm dangerously close to falling for a playboy rock star. Contains mature themes.

Cameron Thorne has had a starring role in my fantasies for years. But the sinfully hot rock star, known for his wild parties and lady killer reputation, is the bassist in my brother's band. And I know my brother. He'll kill Cameron if he looks at me twice. Which means the two of us will never be more than friends. Only . . . Cameron keeps staring at me like he wants to throw me on his bed. He keeps licking his lips like he's thinking of tasting me. Cameron wants me too. We know there will be hell to pay. I'm his bandmate's little sister. But neither of us can fight it. This rock star god will do anything to keep me. Contains mature themes.

He's a brilliant artist. A rock star god. He challenges me. Excites me. He makes me quiver. Makes me swoon. He makes me feel things I've never dreamed of. But we're both dedicated to our art. We'll do whatever it takes to succeed. When I find out just how far he'll go, it threatens to tear our world apart. Contains mature themes.

Playboy rock star Damon Drake is exasperating. He's infuriating. And he wants me in his bed. It's the worst idea in the world. Damon doesn't do commitment. I don't do casual. He's an impulsive, cocky hothead. I'm the mature one who cleans up everyone's mess. But sparks fly during our every encounter. My body melts at the smallest touch. I can't help but be attracted to his confidence, his self-assurance. Something about those wicked green eyes makes the world fall out from beneath my feet. Not to mention those sexy, inked arms of his . . . I refuse to give in to his charm. I won't fall for him like all the other girls. But with everything going on in my life, maybe a bad boy distraction is exactly what I need. Playboy rock star Damon Drake is exasperating. He's infuriating. And he wants me in his bed. Contains mature themes.