Suicide

The sun is dying...and it's happening way too damn fast. With the clock ticking, the Nine Planets' only hope of survival rests on a fancy space station and the alien artifact it's carrying. Which is why it really sucks when some jackass doesn't want the universe saved and blows that station up-while you're still on it. So if your only choices are flaming death or stealing a flying hunk of space junk-you pick that busted-ass spaceship. Even if it leaves seven strangers with deadly secrets trapped together: a princess, a prisoner, a con artist, a warrior, a priestess, a mercenary, and an asshole in charge of us all. Now every faction in the galaxy is hunting this ship-from the Sisterhood to the Corporation, and the rebellion's joining in on the fun, too. We just need to stop drinking, fighting, and screwing long enough to evade them all and save the freaking universe...somehow. Because apparently the only thing standing between a dying sun and ultimate salvation is seven unlikely misfits...ahem, heroes.

Hollywood is a temptress, a trickster, a soul-stealing devil. I married an A-list player, knowing I come second place to his craft. But Lucas and I are a golden couple, a modern-day fairy tale. I’ve never doubted what we built...until the sudden death of Lucas’s best friend has scandal rocking the Hills and shaking the foundation of our relationship. I chose Lucas as my safe haven...he chose the role of a lifetime. For the next three months, I’ll share my nights with a stranger, watching as he buries his pain, immersed in his role and living as someone else. We’ve done this before. I tell myself it’s just another movie, and he’ll return to me. I should’ve known this time would be different. To get my husband back, I’ll need the strength of ten men. As it turns out, I’ll have to go through two.

My dream of becoming prima ballerina is dead. Dropped by the Royal Ballet, I return home to my empty house in Cornwall with nothing but ghosts, and memories of a past I am desperate to forget. It takes months of depression before I pull myself out of the bleakness and attempt to start living again. With a new job as an assistant to the wealthy but elusive Sachov family, I find myself caught up in a tangled web of desire, pain and sexual awakening that will either destroy me entirely or bring me back to life. My name is Rose, and I am their muse. \\\Warning: This is a dark story that contains suicide, self-harm and other topics that may be triggering. Read at your own discretion.\\\