“Bo Lindgren: musical genius and heartless heartbreaker.“ —Star Gossip, January Edition. My bestie, Zoe, talked me into going to the concert. It was just one show. Neither of us could have foreseen the rest. “Meet Bo Lindgren, the most coveted bad boy of Indie Rock.”—Fan Chicks, February Edition. Rock god. Legend. Prodigy. Pale winter eyes that seared you to the bone. First, he zeroed in on me from the stage. Next, he shook the hell out of my lonesome world. “Bo Lindgren leaves own concert with dark-haired beauty.”—Tabloid Minute, Thursday Edition One night with a rock star would have been fine. But Bo felt my darkness, my secrets, my guilt, and his heart wasn’t as empty as people thought. Fast, I became his muse. Too soon, he craved more than I could give. There was nothing I wanted more than his love, but if I surrendered, I’d be giving up my normal, my reality, my… Jude. “Did waitress Nadia Vidal inspire Bo Lindgren’s viral smash hit, ‘F\*ck You’?”—Star Gossip, April Edition This is a complete standalone in the Rock Gods Collection.

The gig was simple enough. I was to take over as the merch girl for Swedish rock god, Emil Vinter. He was gorgeous, magnetic, sexy. Worshipped by the masses for his sick talent. I'm Aishe Xodyar, a hot-blooded Gypsy with a flair for dark love. I felt safe; no way Emil's sunny, extroverted disposition could feed my fixation. But under the surface, lurked a self-destructive artist. An unhealthy obsession with Russian roulette. A seductive lack of compassion. A love so all-consuming it surpassed my wildest imagination. Emil Vinter became my sinkhole. By the end of the world tour, his larger-than-life presence was swallowing me whole. Standalone book #2 in the Rock God series.

A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it. Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past. “Clown Irruption’s smash hit goes from hawt to adult!”— Star Report, April Edition. The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked. And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did. “Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape!”—Fan Chicks, May Edition. I cowered behind enemy lines. Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour. It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations. See, Troy Armstrong was formidable. We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet. A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush. I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s. “Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike.”—Tabloid Minute, June Edition. As Hailey’s web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible. Seven Minutes 'til Midnight is standalone novel #3 in the Rock Gods collection.