Gods of Rock

Bon Jovi. Bryan Adams. Presley West. My favorite men of music. Only one of them within reach. The night before Presley West was due to leave our small town of Hollings Hill, all of my high school fantasies came to life. He finally wanted me. Eight years I'd spent pining, and now I, bartending Tessa Lisbon, was going to make damn sure I made that night count before the music industry stole him. Never screw your idols. That's what they say, right? Well, I did, and I did it well. So well, I somehow managed to screw my own heart in the process. He gave me one night to convince him to stay. In the end, I begged him to go. Forever. But that's the thing about rock stars: they do what they want, when they want, and forever didn't end up being as long as I expected. Presley was back, and with his face, voice, and music now everywhere I turned, I officially had nowhere left to run.

The master of the tease. The god of rock. Frontman of the world's most desired band, Youth Gone Wild. I'm Rhett Ryan, and I get what I want. Women? They were lining up. Money? I had enough. Accolades? My shelves were full. Love? I didn't have time for that. Not until I had no choice but to pay attention to the last woman I expected to fall for. My beautiful, sassy publicist, Julia goddamn Speed. She was a vital part of the band's success, and she was as off-limits as they came. I'd never wanted anything more in my life. But Julia wasn't like the rest, and my advances only pushed her further away. She was the first woman to make me work for it, and Christ, did I suddenly want to work for it. Even if I knew it would end in disaster. Even if I knew there would be tears. I was willing to play dirty to make it happen. I just had no idea how much I'd change in the process, or how something that had once been my everything would soon become nothing because I'd jumped into the forbidden with her. Stupid, Reckless Rhett.

Six years. Seventy-two months. Over two thousand days. That's what I'd dedicated to that guitar-playing a*sehole, Danny Silver. Now I, Daisy Piper, was left to pick up the wreckage of his love while he ran off with the band to find fortune and fame. Life went on without him, and a new man soon rescued me from the ashes of Danny, but a part of my heart remained broken. First loves can't be forgotten so easily, and when Danny returned to our small hometown in Devon-famous and adored by millions-I couldn't stop myself from wanting to get a glimpse of the man I'd once laid beside. A single look into Danny's eyes was all it took before I ran. I ran because the spark that came to life inside felt dangerous, and I wasn't the kind of girl who enjoyed getting burnt twice. But running from a rock star isn't as easy as I thought it would be, and with Danny's sights now firmly set on me again, all I could do was pray that he got bored of the chase. That he thought life in Devon was too slow for him, and that he craved the bright lights of the city, the noise of the stadium. If he didn't, I was about to ruin everything for everyone. Especially myself, and my stupid little Silver-lined heart.