Tilly Famous rock stars don't fall for girls like me. With a voice to die for, the perfect bad-boy swagger, and a dirty mouth—I never should've fallen for Kai Jenner. But I did… right before I left him. Kai She left. Screaming fans and willing groupies can't get enough of me, and the one woman I want to stick around past the concert after-party f\cking leaves. I never should've said those three words to her. But I did… and I'm going to f\cking say them again—when I find her. \\ALL OF ME is a standalone novella in the Rock Me series.

Shiloh He’s back. Tattooed rock star, Reid Tate, waltzes into my life like he has a right to be there. His filthy mouth and drop-dead sexy scowl are my downfall… especially when he knows the secret that will ruin me. Reid I know her damn secret—the one that’ll destroy her. She’s waging a war to keep the truth hidden but I’m done playing that game. I’ll do whatever it takes to claim her… including the unthinkable. \*LIE TO ME is a standalone in the Rock Me series.

They say love is beautiful. They lie. Love is a dark, broken man with whiskey-colored eyes. Love is knowing he will never return my feelings. It is the final chord of a guitar riff as it bleeds into silence. Love is Zeke Danton. I convinced myself I needed him. I thought there was no one better to record my debut album with… I was wrong. Encased in layers of ice, he wears his pain like a protective shield. Wanting what I can’t have might ruin me. But so help me, I crave his destruction.

Never trust bad boy rockers. They lie. They cheat. They grasp with one hand and push away with the other. I’m done. He’s not. And when we collide, this time his heart will be on the line… because I’m not risking mine. \\SING TO ME is the first book in the On Tour duet. The duet is a standalone in the Rock Me series.

I’m not supposed to crave the drummer of the hottest new rock act or notice his tortured green eyes. I shouldn’t care that he shies away from everyone. I’m a journalist and I have one job to do. Get the story. But selling his secrets for tomorrow’s headlines would not only ruin him, it would destroy me. Yesterday, I had a future. Today, I have a choice—career suicide or protect a drummer who hates me.