Cover Art by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design
Heat Level: 5
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage, Rockers, Series
Please Note: This book contains mature themes, includes explicit language and sexual scenes.
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
What do readers have to say?
I laughed, I sniffed, I fanned myself and I fell hopelessly in love with all of the guys in Cinder.
~ Doris, Goodreads
With a HEA that wasn't easy to get to for the trio of Sara, Eryk and Cross, this book won't leave you wanting. Seriously. This book was absolutely fantastic! I'd give it more than 5 stars if I could. ~ Pinky, Goodreads
Read an excerpt:
“Come on.” Cross took hold of my hand and tangled our fingers together once more. “Let’s go.”
The clack of my wedges accompanied the sound of Cross’s boots thumping in time with my heartbeat as we made our way across the pavement. When that picture of me wrapped around Cross’s body leaks to the press…
I swallowed hard, attempting to combat the rising nausea bubbling up from my roiling stomach. Father’s disappointment in me would be epic. Not only would I be a disgrace to the Holbrook name, but my actions would put a blemish on his untainted, snow-white record. He stood for decency and morals. Abstaining. Marriage between a man and a woman. Family values. He preached about the principles our country was built upon from his political pulpit, even though more than a handful of attendees at those town hall meetings, rallies, and debates booed his conservative views. But, the religious, those grounded in their faith, and the conservative-minded adored him.
Another surge of impending sickness rolled through my belly. The good girl with the squeaky-clean image, who always stood by her father’s side, had been busted playing a rigorous game of tonsil hockey with the lead guitarist of a metal band like some common floozy.
With my mind caught up in the scandal which was sure to hit like a tsunami, I hadn’t even noticed the open door to Cinder’s tour bus until Cross tugged me up the few stairs leading into what appeared to be a living area. The dimly lit interior was covered in black leather, gleaming marble, dark woods, and stainless steel.
“Wow,” I said, glancing around the space. The bus rivaled many of the five star hotels I’d stayed in. “This is really nice.”
“Yeah, well, it’s our home away from home.” He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.
“You guys are on the road a lot?”
He nodded. “This portion of our U.S. and Canadian tour will run for almost a year.”
I’m sure my eyes widened. “A year?”
“Yep. We’ll have a few small breaks here and there between shows.”
I ran my hand over the arm of one of the couches, glanced past a kitchen and down a hall that was lined with inset bunks on either side.
Feeling weary to the bone, I asked, “Do you mind if I sit down?”
“Of course not.” Cross patted next to where my palm rested. I took a seat, sinking into the cool, soft as butter leather. “Can I get you something?” he asked. “We’ve got beer, and—”
I waved dismissively. “No more beer.”
Briar came bounding onto the bus, Eryk bringing up the rear. “Awesome digs,” she said. She did a three-sixty, taking it all in before she came to where I sat and plopped down next to me, making herself at home. She pursed her lips, hazel eyes assessing. “You okay, babe?”
“I’m not really sure.”
She swiped her hand across my crinkled brow. “The reporter got tossed, but not before the straps of his Nikon gave way and his camera—”she made a gesture, fingers flowering out from a fist “—went boom.”
“Oh my God, Bri. You didn’t smash it, did you?”
She shook her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Nope. Security broke up the slap-down I was giving him, and in the tussle, they broke it.”
I wrapped my arms around my bestie and gave her a hug. “You don’t need to go kicking butt on my behalf.”
She squeezed me back. “I know I don’t have to.”
“But I love that you do,” I admitted. She chuckled. “Love you, Bri.”
“Aw,” she cooed. “I love you, too, Pooh-bear.”
When we let go of each other, I glanced up at both Cross and Eryk. They’d leaned their backsides against a cabinet, arms folded across their chests, smiling at us.
“Well,” Briar said, “the night can’t end yet. I still need a certain someone’s autograph.” She tapped her right boob.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go get your signature.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
I shook my head. “I’d rather not.”
She glanced up at our two muscled spectators. “Is it cool if Sara hangs here for a while?”
“Yep,” Eryk said.
Briar peered at me. “Will you be okay?”
She gave Cross and Eryk the squinty-eye. “You’ll make sure she is, right?”
“We will,” said Cross.
Briar cupped her mouth and whispered in my ear, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She laughed, jumped up from the couch, and put a hand on her hip. “You good?”
“I am,” I said.
Evidently, whatever she saw on my face convinced her. Briar’s gaze flickered over to Cross and Eryk, who were still watching us as though amused. “You guys wouldn’t have a pen I could borrow, would you?”
Eryk chuckled under his breath, half-turned, pulled out a drawer, snagged a pen, and tossed it to her.
“Thanks,” she said, giving him a salute with it. “You take good care of my girl while I’m gone.”
She blew Cross a kiss, and with a swish of her hips, disappeared.
Shaking his head, Cross came over to sit beside me. “Interesting friend you’ve got there.”
“No doubt,” Eryk agreed, claiming a seat on my left.
“I know she can be a little over the top and outspoken, but that’s what I love about her.”
“How did you two meet?” Eryk asked. “You’re so—different.”
I knew what he meant. She was bold and carefree while I was, well…wasn’t.