Darkest Days

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.