Libby I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won’t leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he’s slowly wearing me down, making me crave more. He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Problem is, the world thinks he’s theirs. How do you keep an idol when everyone is intent on taking him away? Killian As lead singer for the biggest rock band in the world, I lived a life of dreams. It all fell apart with one fateful decision. Now everything is in shambles. Until Liberty. She’s grouchy, a recluse—and kind of cute. Scratch that. When I get my hands on her, she is scorching hot and more addictive than all the fans who’ve screamed my name. The world is clamoring for me to get back on stage, but I’m not willing to leave her. I’ve got to find a way to coax the hermit from her shell and keep her with me. Because, with Libby, everything has changed. Everything.

Il est celui que toutes les femmes désirent. Elle n'a rien à voir avec les autres femmes. Pathétique. Voilà comment Libby qualifierait le grand brun ivre qui s’est échoué sous le porche de sa belle maison de la côte est des États-Unis la nuit dernière. Contrairement à ce qu’elle pensait, réveiller l’intrus avec un jet d’eau glacée n’a pas suffi à l’éloigner puisqu’il a emménagé dans la maison voisine. Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas qu’il trouble ses habitudes de solitaire, Killian s’obstine désormais à essayer de nouer une relation avec elle. Aucune chance que cela arrive : elle ne supporte pas ses manières de rock star décadente et son charme insolent. Le problème ? Killian n’est pas du genre à abandonner facilement. A propos de l'autrice Autrice primée et repérée par le Publisher's Weekly, Kristen CALLIHAN vit à Washington avec son mari et ses deux enfants. Convaincue que l'amour est la plus belle des expériences humaines, elle s'est tout naturellement consacrée à l'écriture de romances New Adult intenses et pleines d'émotions

Il est celui que toutes les femmes désirent. Elle n'a rien à voir avec les autres femmes. Pathétique. Voilà comment Libby qualifierait le grand brun ivre qui s'est échoué sous le porche de sa belle maison de la côte est des États-Unis la nuit dernière. Contrairement à ce qu'elle pensait, réveiller l'intrus avec un jet d'eau glacée n'a pas suffi à l'éloigner puisqu'il a emménagé dans la maison voisine. Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas qu'il trouble ses habitudes de solitaire, Killian s'obstine désormais à essayer de nouer une relation avec elle. Aucune chance que cela arrive : elle ne supporte pas ses manières de rock star décadente et son charme insolent. Le problème ? Killian n'est pas du genre à abandonner facilement.

It started off as a battle of wits. Me: the ordinary girl with a big mouth against Him: the sexy bastard with a big...ego. I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I was upgraded to first class on my flight to London. That is until HE sat next to me. Gabriel Scott: handsome as sin, cold as ice. Nothing and no one gets to him. Ever. He’s a legend in his own right, the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, and an arrogant ass who looks down his nose at me. I thought I’d give him hell for one, long flight. I didn’t expect to like him. I didn’t expect to want him. But the biggest surprise? He wants me too. Only in a way I didn’t see coming. If I accept his proposal, I leave myself open to falling for the one man I can’t manage. But I’m tempted to say yes. Because the real man beneath those perfect suits and that cool façade just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I just might be the only one who can melt the ice around his heart. Let the battle begin…

The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways. In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip. Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands. Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor. An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room. Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun. Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything. All we have to do is trust enough to fall.

Brenna There are some people in life who know exactly how to push your buttons. For me, it’s Rye Peterson. We can’t spend more than ten minutes together before we’re at each other’s throats, which makes working together that much harder. Rye is the bassist for Kill John, the biggest rock band in the world, and I am his publicist. It doesn’t help that the man is gorgeous, funny, talented, and…never takes anything seriously. Avoidance is key. But everything changes when he overhears something he shouldn’t: a confession made in a moment of weakness. Now the man I’ve tried so hard to ignore is offering me the greatest temptation of all—him. Rye Brenna James is the one. The one I can’t have. The one I can’t get out of my mind. Believe me, I’ve tried; the woman loathes me. I managed well enough—until I heard her say she’s as lonely as I am. That she needed to be touched, held, satisfied. And I could no longer deny the truth: I wanted to be the one to give her what she craved. I convinced her that it would just be sex, mutual satisfaction with nothing deeper. But the moment I have her, she becomes my world. I’ve never given her a good reason to trust me before. Now, I’ve got to show Brenna that we’re so much better together than we ever were apart. Things are going to get messy. But getting messy with Brenna is what I do best.