Enemy Muse

"My heart might belong to Sebastian Kane, but so do a million others." I know better than to get involved with celebrities. Especially a Rock God like Sebastian Kane. A man who knows how to make the ladies scream, as evidenced by the leak of his recent sex tape. Which leads to my problem... I'm the girl in the video with him. Grief will make you do crazy things. After all, I'm the smart girl, the good girl, not the rebel. But now I'm face to face with the one man I was never supposed to see again. A man with a gorgeous dark smile and even darker secrets. They say hindsight is 20/20. And that's the problem with rock stars. They make bad decisions so damn irresistible, right before they break your heart. Contains mature themes.

If I'm looking for trouble, I don't need a rock star like Noah Hayes to find it. I play the bad girl well enough on my own. While millions of people might idolize these so-called Rock Gods, I party with them on a daily basis. I know the truth. They're just as flawed and damaged as the rest of us. So, while Noah's charms may work on his many groupies, I'm immune. But ever since Noah first laid eyes on me, it's been his life mission to get a taste. And what he lacks in discretion, he makes up for in determination. Only, I'm stubborn, I'm angry, and I'm broken in ways he'll never know or understand. Noah says he's willing to wait for me forever. What he doesn't realize, is he just might have to. Contains mature themes.

It started with a threat . . . "Shut your mouth or pay the consequences." That's the problem with being the only female in the world's largest rock band. I attract crazed fans and stalkers on a daily basis. Much to Adrian's displeasure. As our band manager, it's Adrian Hale's job to protect us. And that's all I am to him . . . a job. Because I've kept him at a distance for the sake of my career . . . among other reasons. There's a secret I've been keeping. There's a past I've been hiding. There's a fire spreading inside me that's burning to get out. Some things are worth going down in flames for. When Adrian learns the truth, will he still think I'm one of them? Contains mature themes.

To the rest of the world, Rome Moreno is the Riff King. An icon, a Rock God. When I met him, he mistook me for a stripper and asked me to ride his lap. So, consider me unimpressed. I didn't mean for him to take that as a challenge . . . There's no place for a tattooed hunk of trouble like Rome in the regimented life of a world-class dance princess. My days run on a carefully timed clock-where I go, when I practice, what I eat. I sold my soul to the devil to pay for my dreams, and I've accepted it. But one taste of forbidden fruit can do the most destructive things. Especially when I discover Rome's scars go a lot deeper than his tattoo ink. I honestly believed that if they already owned my existence, it meant I had nothing left to lose. I was wrong. Contains mature themes.