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Bon Jovi.
Bryan Adams.
Presley West.
Ils étaient les musiciens que j’adulais.
Et un seul d’entre eux était à ma portée.
La nuit avant que Presley West ne quitte notre petite ville de Hollings Hill, tous mes fantasmes de lycéenne se sont réalisés. Il me voulait enfin. J’avais passé huit ans à me languir, et maintenant j’allais faire en sorte que cette nuit compte avant que l’industrie de la musique me le vole.
Ne jamais baiser avec ses idoles. C’est ce qu’on dit, non ? Eh bien, je l’ai fait, et je l’ai bien fait. Tellement bien que j’ai réussi à baiser mon propre cœur dans le processus.
Il m’a donné une nuit pour le convaincre de rester. À la fin, je l’ai supplié de partir.
Pour toujours.
Mais c’est le problème avec les rock stars : elles font ce qu’elles veulent, quand elles le veulent, et « pour toujours » n’a pas été aussi long que je le pensais.
Presley est de retour, et avec son visage, sa voix et sa musique partout où je me trouve, je ne peux plus le fuir.
Which was why, when a random stranger sat beside me at the bus stop, wearing a crisp suit and a winning smile as though God himself had heard my woeful prayers, I wasted no time in making a rushed deal with the devil:
A night of his time in exchange for money I didn’t have.
It sounded so simple. It sounded easy… if only cash had been what Fraser Scott wanted at the end of the night.
A man like him, with his intense grey eyes, hard muscles, and obvious charm didn’t need his wallet filling. He didn’t need anything I was willing to offer freely.
By the time it was all over, what Fraser demanded, in fact, was me…
And it turned out that Fraser wasn’t the kind of man who walked away from a deal without coming out on top.
Bryan Adams.
Presley West.
My favourite men of music.
Only one of them within reach.
The night before Presley West was due to leave our small town of Hollings Hill, all of my high school fantasies came to life. He finally wanted me. Eight years I’d spent pining, and now I, bar-tending Tessa Lisbon, was going to make damn sure I made that night count before the music industry stole him.
Never screw your idols. That’s what they say, right? Well, I did, and I did it well. So well, I somehow managed to screw my own heart in the process.
He gave me one night to convince him to stay. In the end, I begged him to go.
Forever.
But that’s the thing about rock stars: they do what they want, when they want, and forever didn’t end up being as long as I expected.
Presley was back, and with his face, voice, and music now everywhere I turned, I officially had nowhere left to run.
When America's most beloved rockstar died in my hands, I took the loss personally for the first time in all my years as a paramedic.
Plagued with guilt, I stupidly watched over his wife from afar, only for some messed up form of karma to throw me into her life without me ever being able to turn back, because Hannah Moore was far too good for the likes of Hollywood, and it turned out that she needed saving, too.
Allowing us to grow closer through a trauma she didn’t know we shared was a dangerous game to play, but when she looked up into my eyes, begging me to stay, I forgot all the reasons why I should go.
I forgot everything else existed but her.
Especially that, in Hollywood, the truth always came out in the end, and when mine did, I’d no longer be the hero she needed, but the nightmare she wished she’d never fallen into.
Murder.
Those four girls killed his soul when he was young, and Drake believes that what goes around comes around. After over a decade, he’s finally ready to deliver their punishments firsthand, and he’ll never let them forget his face again.
What Drake didn’t plan for was that one woman who’d always been his weakness still having the same power over him after all these years. One look in Mischa Owens’ eyes and Drake feels something he never expected to feel stir inside of him.
Desire.
Desire for a woman he’s spent eleven years dreaming of killing.
With his plans turned upside down, Drake now has to decide what he wants the most: Mischa’s lips on his skin or her blood on his hands.
Bryan Adams.
Presley West.
Mijn favoriete muziekmensen.
Slechts één van hen binnen handbereik.
De avond voordat Presley West ons stadje Hollings Hill zou verlaten, kwamen al mijn middelbare schoolfantasieën tot leven. Hij wilde me eindelijk. Acht jaar lang had ik zitten piekeren, en nu ging ik, barkeeper Tessa Lisbon, er verdomd zeker van zijn dat ik die nacht van mijn leven zou hebben, voordat de muziekindustrie hem zou wegkapen.
Nooit je idolen neuken. Dat is wat ze zeggen, toch? Nou, ik deed het, en ik deed het goed. Nou ja, ik heb het op een of andere manier voor elkaar gekregen om mijn eigen hart te verneuken.
Hij gaf me een nacht om hem te overtuigen om te blijven. Uiteindelijk heb ik hem gesmeekt om te gaan.
Voor altijd.
Maar dat is het ding met rocksterren: ze doen wat ze willen, wanneer ze willen, en voor altijd duurde niet zolang als ik had verwacht.
Presley was terug, en overal waar ik keek, zag ik zijn gezicht en hoorde ik zijn stem en muziek.
Ik had officieel geen manier meer om aan hem te ontsnappen.
Seventy-two months.
Over two thousand days.
That’s what I’d dedicated to that guitar-playing a*sehole, Danny Silver.
Now I, Daisy Piper, was left to pick up the wreckage of his love while he ran off with the band to find fortune and fame.
Life went on without him, and a new man soon rescued me from the ashes of Danny, but a part of my heart remained a little broken, no matter who tried to fix it. First loves can’t be forgotten so easily, and when Danny returned to our small hometown in Devon—famous and adored by millions—I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get a glimpse of the man I’d once laid beside, to see how much he’d changed.
The smallest actions make for the biggest mistakes, and a single look into Danny’s eyes was all it took before I ran. I ran because the spark that came to life inside felt dangerous, and I wasn’t the kind of girl who enjoyed getting burnt twice.
But running from a rock star isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, and with Danny’s sights now firmly set on me again, all I could do was pray that he got bored of the chase. That he thought life in Devon was too slow for him, and that he craved the bright lights of the city, as well as the noise of the stadium.
If he didn’t, I was about to ruin everything for everyone.
Especially myself, and my stupid little Silver-lined heart.
I'd been pining for her for more than a decade, and thought I’d messed it up.
One phone call was all it took for me to tempt him to my doorstep.
I went to her, faster than lightning, desperate to taste her kiss.
I wanted him to be my only exception, despite all the fear I felt inside.
She offered me her trust, and I took it in my hands, desperate to hold on tight.
He became my everything.
I’d do anything for her.
He became my wildest dream.
I wanted to be in all her fantasies.
My troubled childhood and all my mistakes slipped away because of him.
I was born again with her, no longer the recovering addict. No longer a mistake.
Together, we came alive.
Together, we learned how to live.
I’d created my own Wonderland, and he was the hero of my new world.
She made me believe in our story. She made me want to rewrite my own.
But that’s the thing about love…
We forgot to keep our eyes open to the things around us.
We got sloppy.
We made mistakes.
The past came knocking, desperate to bring us back down to Earth.
Just when I thought I was winning, I was forced to fight again.
Those ghosts had no idea what I’d do for Ethan Walker.
Those ghosts underestimated my love for Izzy Moffit.
Together, we had to right our wrongs. Together, we had to survive this.
She had no idea what I was willing to do, who I used to be, and what I was capable of when it came to protecting those I loved. She had no idea the lengths I’d go to to give her a happy ever after. My girl had no idea at all.
Trust has been extinguished.
Too many enemies are waiting at every turn, wanting the blood of The Hounds of Babylon MC and everyone they’ve ever loved.
With nowhere left to run, Drew Tucker finally understands that the only way out of the war is to go through it. Despite wanting to protect Ayda Hanagan with everything he has, Drew also knows that she, of all people, belongs by his side. He needs her with him in the midst of battle, holding on tight, right where he can protect her beautiful heart, her precious body, and their dreams of a peaceful future together—a future every man Drew has ever crossed now wants to destroy.
It all comes down to this.
To their passion.
To their ability to survive.
To their need to fight for a peaceful forever.
And their desire to hold onto the kind of love no amount of blood, tears, or death could ever break apart.
The man Ayda Hanagan loves has disappeared into the darkness once again, his mind buried in the torture of grief, his body cold and hard, and his heart completely switched off. Nothing matters to him anymore. Not his brothers, his club, and definitely not the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life worshipping. The only thing he craves now is blood.
Stuck in a one-way love affair, Ayda knows she only has so much time left to bring him back, and she’s willing to do anything she can to show Drew just how much he means to her, even if that means hurting him the way he’s hurt her.
The battles have been fought, and now the war is on the horizon.
With fires being started all around them, the heart of Babylon is in trouble. The enemies are circling more than ever, and The Hounds need their leader to return so they can fight together without shame.
Before the whole damn place is burned to the ground.
With a desperate need to protect her from a distance, one arrest turned to two, two soon turning into three, and before Toby knew what was happening, the sleepy village of Southwold was turning against him for daring to stand up for a girl like Lilac.
Beautiful Lilac with her flowers in her hair, her camera in her hands, and her sweet, pink, sugary-lipped kisses.
They could hate him for loving her all they wanted. Toby was a boy who did what was right, not what was easy, and he was always going to grow to be the man willing to give her what she deserved.
Even if that meant losing Lilac forever.
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