Annie’s charmed life was doomed before it began. As the secret daughter of the world's biggest rock star, she’s lived through tragedy and trauma. Until Tyler, her former crush who cut her off without an explanation, moves into the pool house. Tyler is gorgeous, mysterious, and way too talented. No one has ever looked at Annie the way he does - like she matters. But Tyler is here to work with her famous father, and the deal that could make his career comes with strings: Stay far away from Annie. Will their forbidden love prove too tempting to resist?

I wanted to fall for a man. Instead, I fell for a legend...Jax and Haley’s addictive, emotional rockstar romance trilogy is in one place for the first time! Immerse yourself in smoldering tension and enthralling romance that promise to leave you “dazed and a little crazed”. Jax and Haley’s all-consuming, smoldering, emotional, slow burn love story has sold more than 100,000 copies and “takes rock star romance to a whole new level”.

I had a plan: Sign a contract, and board a plane to Ibiza. The anonymous deal would salvage the smoldering wreckage of my life. It would not involve billionaire Harrison King, the reason I need saving in the first place. He’s as beautiful as he is cruel. A British business titan who makes a living getting what he wants. The man flies private. Dates supermodels. But the crisp accent and cocky smirk don’t fool me. He’s a gentleman on the outside, a savage beneath. Dangerous, rough, and brutal.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

It should have been easy. I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death. I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent. The worst part is that I should have known better. Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes. “Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.” Guess what? I didn’t listen. I signed the contract. World tour. Three months. Four Continents. 100 shows. My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.