It's official. I've hit rock bottom. I just broke up with my manipulative boyfriend - and am moving in with my older brother - until I can get back on my feet. Which is where I run into his cocky roommate, River. From the second we meet, I want nothing to do with him and his man-whoring ways. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. The guy goes through women like I go through a sleeve of Oreos. But I guess I can’t really blame him for having a big head. He gets paid to be looked at, and has a revolving door of gorgeous women at his beck and call. Once I move in, my brother raises the forbidden stakes - and claims me as off-limits. Which only entices River further. After all, he’s a sucker for the things he can’t have. So ... now he wants me.

I didn't know who Dove's sister was when we first met. I didn't know that I'd been fooling around with her for a few months before Dove walked into my life. I didn't know that––if I've done the math correctly––I could be the father to her sister's child. But I do know this. Dove has the voice of an angel, and the heart of one too. I might not deserve her, but I refuse to let her go. She doesn’t know that I was with her sister before we met. She doesn’t know that her niece or nephew could be my freaking kid. And even though it kills me, I can’t let her find out.

He thinks he's the father. But honestly? I have no idea . . . I should’ve told Milo. That I loved him. That I was pregnant. That I didn’t want anyone else, except him. But I didn’t. Instead, I left. I ran. Now he’s here, in the hospital after I delivered a baby girl he’s convinced belongs to him. But the truth is, I have no idea. I’ve sacrificed so much to keep my past hidden. To keep my baby safe from her other potential father. It’s a secret I’ll take to my grave. Or at least, I planned to until Milo forced me to move in with him, causing me and my daughter to pop up on a certain someone’s radar whom I never wanted to see again. People might say life gets messy sometimes . . . But they have no idea just how much chaos will ensue if the truth comes out after I’ve done so much to keep it in the past. If you love angsty stories, alpha heroes, and adorable babies, you'll love Kelsie Rae's "Messy Strokes".

Samantha doesn’t believe in fairytales. If she did, she would’ve ended up with the boy of her dreams and childhood best friend, Phoenix. Instead, he moved away to become a rockstar, leaving her—and their happily-ever-after—behind him. Years later, her sister surprises her with concert tickets on her twenty-fifth birthday, and it’s one she’ll never forget. But will fate deliver on the fairytale ending Samantha deserves? Or will she be reminded of what happens when she lets herself hope for something that’s just out of reach?

Yes, I climbed into Jake Jensen’s lap and kissed the crap out of him in a crowded bar to make my ex jealous. Yes, I lied to my family and told them I’m in a relationship with the guy, even though he doesn’t know my name or my family’s connection to one of the hottest software companies in the US. Yes, I’m now on my way to convince him to be my fake boyfriend for my father’s company retreat in exchange for...whatever the heck he wants if it’ll get me out of this mess. And no, I’m most definitely not interested in his smoldering eyes or the way his hands feel against my body. Because whatever’s burning between us? It isn’t real. We’re both a means to an end. And there’s no convincing me otherwise.

I thought I’d finally made it. Me and my band, Broken Vows. Then everything fell apart. I got sent to rehab while my brother and his girlfriend are living the dream. My dream. Touring the world. And now? I’m back in my old room, and I’ve never felt more alone. As for the music? It calls to me. And so does she. But if I go after her, am I exchanging one addiction for another? And if I do, will I spiral like before? Or will she be the one who can finally save me? Then again, it doesn’t matter, because if my dealer––and half brother––finds out about her, he’ll sink his claws so deep, she’ll never get out of his grasp. And if that happens? I’ll never forgive myself.