Tin Gods Rock Stars

I went to Vegas to get married, only she married someone else, so why shouldn’t I do the same? It’s the best way to stop public speculation about my jilted groom status. But even better, something about Shay has flipped a switch inside me—suddenly I can write music again. Only my new little wifey isn’t thrilled about our marriage. She says drunken mistake. I say best night ever. Of course I’m right, and I’ll use everything I’ve got to convince her.

What happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour. Not when she’s your best friend’s little sister. She’s the definition of forbidden—my best friend’s little sister. I’ve done my best to put distance between us. Ella is just too damn tempting. Good thing she’s going on tour with us. And following us around with her camera. And sleeping on our bus. No way is this gonna end well.

What happens on tour in Europe doesn’t stay on tour in Europe. Not when you’re a rock star’s fake girlfriend. As assistant tour manager for the Tin Gods, I love my job. Especially the delicious eye candy that is their manager. Too bad he doesn’t see me. The Tin Gods’ drummer has a brilliant plan: I should fake date guitarist, Xander Lang, to keep Xander’s crazy ex—who’s now their opening act—off his case. And it’ll also make my crush finally notice me. Simple. Only problem is once we start “dating” lines get blurred. His kisses don’t feel pretend. And when did Xander become so thoughtful…

What happens during a Vegas residency doesn’t stay in Vegas. Not when you hate your rock star boss. I don’t know what crawled up my drum tech’s ass, but I’m over Alice’s bullsh *t. She works for me. So next time she sets up my drumkit, I don’t want to hear her snarky comments or muttered insults. Her shapely little body doesn’t make up for her smart mouth. No matter how curvy it is. Or how pouty her full lips are. Dammit. Just because I’m her boss and we hate each other doesn’t mean we have to play by the rules.