
Part of Series
Skyler Ashe, a mild-mannered band teacher, hates the spotlight. His father is the drummer and lead singer for From the Ashes, a hard-partying eighties hair band on the brink of a comeback—until Skyler’s father has a cardiac event during a scandalous liaison. Enter Skyler, who gets guilted into picking up the sticks until his father is up to performing again. Sanders “Sandy” Kensington, former defensive tackle for the Chicago Breeze, doesn’t have much going on since being pressured to retire from football. His little brother is the manager of a washed-up late-eighties’ hair band, and when one of their gold records is solicited for use in an action-movie blockbuster, Sandy gets goaded into helping his brother keep the band members out of trouble. After a series of unlucky events, it’s clear to Sandy someone is trying to keep From the Ashes off the stage. Sandy vows to protect Skyler and the band while struggling with his attraction to the young drummer. Will Skyler’s kindness and innocence hurt the band’s rock star image, or will Sandy introduce Skyler to the ways of the world? Will the looks that Smolder between them go unnoticed, or will they become the stars of the show? Smolder is a book in the multi-author Road to Rocktoberfest 2024 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see what antics our bands get into next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your Kindle and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!
Author

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!


