Hannah Sorrento never planned to be a band manager. She’s a princess and the toughest obstacle she’s had in life is finding shoes to match her outfit.
Then her father disappears, leaving her with only the money in her purse and a management contract for hot, indie band, STORM. She plans to sell the contract, one way or another, then pack up her designer wardrobe and head back to law school.
But lead singer, Jack Colt, has other ideas. She’s never met a man like him before. His raw sexuality messes with her head and her heart… and a lot of other body parts too.
With the help of crazy rock chick, Angie, Hannah sets the band on their first steps to the big time and learns to survive on her own.
But this isn’t some game – soon the threat that Hannah fears most becomes reality.
Jack Colt – he’s arrogant and infuriating but he’s the one that’s there for Hannah when her world comes crashing down. With secrets of his own, will Jack Colt save Hannah or destroy her?
Not Nina Alexander that’s for sure. With her best gracious loser face firmly in place, Hollywood’s hottest starlet is hoping to end her evening of disappointment with a graceful exit stage left. Only an unexpected proposal and an awkward wardrobe malfunction mean that this is certainly going to be a night to remember… for all the wrong reasons! So what girl would resist the gorgeous Dominic Kelly coming to her rescue?! Especially when he’s whisking her out of the paparazzi’s prying eyes on the back of his motorbike – and wearing a tux to rival James Bond!
Nina soon realises that the only way to recover from such a scandal is to toughen up and snag the role of the decade in the year’s hottest YA screen adaptation. Who better to train her than her very own professional stuntman? Getting up close and personal with Dom will take Nina well out of her comfort zone – both professionally and in her closely scrutinized private life. But this A-list couple know only too well that’s it not all happy ever afters in Hollywood…
So, it’s done. It’s official. I am now a prostitute.
If it’s what separates a moral woman from a depraved one, then yes, money has changed hands. Or more like, money has passed from a grubby, hairy hand over to the smooth, polished surface of the hotel bed’s nightstand. As odd as it may seem, it wasn’t the actual sex that made me feel like I was selling my body to a stranger. It wasn’t the sex that made me feel tainted, either. No. It was that swift deposit of the neatly stacked banknotes next to the half-finished, lipstick-stained glass of flat champagne that screamed “Wh*re!” at me.
It’s so much easier than I thought… Or at least it is until I meet the one client that is going to turn my whole life around. He threatens to ruin it for no obvious reason.
Who is he? Why is he there with every step I take, lurking in the shadows, always too close, always just a bit further than my grasp?
And, above all, why is he haunting not only my every waking minute, but also my dreams?
This is a complete standalone novel with no cliffhanger, which contains adult themes.