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A bad boy rockstar needs a fake girlfriend... Not a girl to fall in love with him when the cameras fall away... When I walked into the party that night, I was worried about my black minidress being too short... I never realized that I was going to meet him. Rhys Grant, lead singer of Misery, one of the hottest bands on the freaking planet. Rhys isn't just any tanned, muscular bad boy dripping with sex appeal. He's so hot he's practically Adonis himself. ... and the way he sings... he owns that stage. And he's interested in me. Well, okay, fake interested. He needs a sweet girl on his arm for the cameras, to smile and look like he's settled down. Public Relations 101. I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Right in the middle of that party, pulling down that mini skirt and feeling so out of place. Of course I said yes! How could I ever say no? But the more I find out about Rhys, the more I see the man behind the microphone and tabloids. I don't want to be one of a thousand screaming fans. When he kisses me, when he touches me... suddenly I want to be his one and only. Paparazzi, crazed band managers, overdoses... Rhys' lifestyle will either drive me away forever or ruin me for all other men. But one thing's for sure... he's going to rock me to my core.
About the author
Jessa James grew up on the East Coast but always suffered a
severe case of wanderlust. She's lived in six states, had a variety
of jobs and always comes back to her first true love - writing.
Jessa works full time as a writer, eats too much dark chocolate,
has an iced-coffee and Cheetos addiction, and can't get enough
of sexy alpha males who know exactly what they want - and
aren't afraid to say it. Dominant, alpha-male insta-luv is her
favorite to read (and write).
