My name is Adeline and I’ve learned a hard lesson in my twenty-one years of life. Dreams are fragile things, easily broken. I used to think I’d become a professional musician, and look how that turned out. Rejected by Julliard. Orphaned at nineteen. Now, my dreams extend as far as putting my little sister through college. I shouldn’t be disappointed. Nothing truly great has ever come out of River Valley. Nothing other than them. When Bleeding Moonlight left this town ten years ago, they were a promising local band. Now, they’re gorgeous heavy metal legends. Talented, successful, fearless. Everything I’ll never be. They’ve come back to town to bury their bandmate, and they’re staying until they record the last album he ever wrote. The kicker? They’ve asked me to be his temporary replacement. Four weeks to earn the money I desperately need. I’ll be fine as long as I don’t get tangled up in old dreams again. As long as I don’t get tangled up in them.

On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, I fell in love with a rock god. Light-haired, green-eyed, and carved to heavenly perfection. Oliver. He’s the guitarist of Ritual Disruption, and he writes songs that are as devastating as him. Who would have thought that I, Ivy Abbott, would capture his attention? On tour with my brother’s band, Bleeding Moonlight, I hear what they say about me. Boring, shy, straitlaced. Compared to my famous sibling, I’m nothing special. They’re wrong. After all, what’s more special than being chosen by a god? But where gods go, demons follow… Jamie’s shared the stage with Oliver for years, but they’re nothing alike. He’s dark where Oliver’s light. Jamie claims his bandmate is nothing but a fraud who wants to use me and toss me aside. I don’t believe him, no matter how much he insists he only wants to help me. Jamie is an addict who steals kisses and spreads dirty lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Or so I tell myself. \Pretty Words is a contemporary, MF, romance novel. It is the second book in the River Valley Rebels series and can be read as a standalone.\ Trigger Warnings: This book explores the topics of addiction and recovery. It also contains one graphic description of sexual assault.

I told them they’d never make it. Three years later, they’re two of the hottest rock stars in LA. And I’m their new assistant. When my boss told me she signed a new client, the last people I expected at the meeting were two ghosts from my past. Mason, the gorgeous blue-eyed boy from my hometown who stomped all over my heart. And Kaz, his dark and brooding best friend, wrapped in mystery and ink. I kissed them once back in college. Yes, both of them. It was the same night I told them they were making a colossal mistake dropping out to move to LA. Now they’re the rock band that’s been blowing up the charts, and they’re ready to take their stardom to the next level–and I’m supposed to help them do it. This wasn’t the job I signed up for, but if I want to make it in LA, I need to suck it up and impress my boss–even if the men I’m supposed to be helping are determined to not give me a single, damn break. We don’t need to be friends. I just need to keep it professional while we spend long, long days in close quarters. Easier said than done.

I told them they’d never make it. Three years later, they’re two of the hottest rock stars in LA. And I’m their new assistant. When my boss told me she signed a new client, the last people I expected at the meeting were two ghosts from my past. Mason, the gorgeous blue-eyed boy from my hometown who stomped all over my heart. And Kaz, his dark and brooding best friend, wrapped in mystery and ink. I kissed them once back in college. Yes, both of them. It was the same night I told them they were making a colossal mistake dropping out to move to LA. Now they’re the rock band that’s been blowing up the charts, and they’re ready to take their stardom to the next level–and I’m supposed to help them do it. This wasn’t the job I signed up for, but if I want to make it in LA, I need to suck it up and impress my boss–even if the men I’m supposed to be helping are determined to not give me a single, damn break. We don’t need to be friends. I just need to keep it professional while we spend long, long days in close quarters. Easier said than done.