A rockstar bad boy just took me in his arms, “You’re the one.” I’ve never been mistaken for a model. Nope. Never. I’m a writer just trying to get an interview for the band’s 20th anniversary tour. But instead he picks me for the cover of a new album. All I’ve got is that he is 20 years older than me, has a smoking hot body and a huge ego. Then his agent moves me into Damon’s mansion to get an intimate look at his life. After a heated exchange, he knocks on my door to offer an apology. His heart opened, I see his true feelings and open the door to a hot night. Beyond his ...

My name is Clover Calloway, and I've lived two separate lives. The first, I like to call "my past". My rock-star days of playing in one of the hottest bands on the planet are over. Along with the most volatile, beautiful, tragic love story of all time. Over the past five years, I've settled into my second life. My "normal life". The life where I'm admittedly a little bored, but also safe. My past wasn't boring. But my past broke my heart into a million, unfixable pieces. And the man responsible for the shattering of me? Malachi Porter, lead singer and mastermind of Bright Tragedy.

When Grant Hardy, Meltdown's lead singer, falls off the stage in the middle of a concert while under the influence, his record label has no choice but to step in and take control. The solution is simple. Send Grant to rehab and avoid a public relations nightmare by covering it up as a bad case of the flu. When the rehab facility's recommendation for extended treatment starts to affect the label's bottom line, they are forced to find an alternative solution - hire an in-house counselor for the duration of the tour.

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.

Marisol locks me out of my own concert by accident. She's wearing a suit at a rock show, searching for her lost law school textbook, has no idea who I am, and for the first time in years, I'm hooked. She's smart, driven, and utterly gorgeous. The sort of girl who earnestly believes in following the rules and hates when others don't. I'm a huge rock star, recovering addict, and general f--kup. Our relationship is for show and that's all. But with every smile, every laugh, and every breathtaking glance at her curves, I want her more.