Kenzie Clark had made plenty of mistakes. The tough-talking guitarist from Brooklyn, NY worked hard so she could play even harder. But some mistakes weren’t so easy to walk away from. Joey Shaw, the drummer for Black Addiction, was exactly that kind of a mistake. How could one night of fun turn into a life-long commitment? That’s exactly what Joey was asking himself when Kenzie showed up a few weeks later - the soon-to-be baby bump with his name written all over it.

Touring as an opening act for a huge rock band and landing a record contract means you’ve hit the big time, right? Sadly, neither of those things gave Rusty Crawford, lead guitarist of the band Black Addiction, worldwide fame and fortune. Which was a shame because he had the lifestyle down to a fine art - without the clichéd stint in rehab. Even being back in the Bronx paying his dues didn’t rattle the charismatic axe man. Alison Williams had the perfect life. Or at least she did until her world came crashing down around her, in the most epic way.

White Trash Circus will be taking an extended break and won’t be playing any time in the foreseeable future. Please lodge all your complaints to my guitarist - and my ex-best friend - who I found inside the girlfriend I’ve had since high school. I will pull the freaking knife from my back and continue - without either of them - when the time is right. With enough hate and anger coursing through my veins to keep me in therapy for life, I’m going to save my cash and let the music heal me.

Lexie Daniels lost the love of her life three years ago. Throwing herself into her work as a photographer helped her cope with the pain. But moving on? Well, she's not quite ready for that yet. Being offered the job of official tour photographer for Fractured comes as a shock, but not as much as the long-dormant feelings the band's sexy lead singer awakens in her. Connor is a world-famous rock star with no interest in love, but his offer of one night together might be exactly what she needs to bring her body back to life. And just one night won't risk her still broken heart...right?

Beck: On the final night of my band's sold-out world tour, my high life comes crashing down on me. Girlfriend. Band. Best friend. All of it. Blindsided, humiliated, pissed off, I take off and slam right into Violet. Years have gone by since we shared a life-changing conversation in the dark where an unexpected and fierce connection ignited between us. Now our high voltage attraction explodes. Between us, it's soul-searing and wild. And in an impressive twist of fate, she and I are connected in more ways than we know.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.