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What do you do when the world’s hottest bassist sets his sights on you?
You turn him down.
Look, you can shake your head at me all you want, but I have plans. Plans that don’t involve the no-pants dance with sexy, jaded rock stars. But Atlas Reynolds isn’t one to give up easily and he certainly doesn’t take no for an answer. Too bad I’ve already got one foot out the proverbial door and sticking around–even for a reckless weekend between the sheets with the world’s sexiest rock star–could derail my best laid plans.
When I finally give in, I discover that this bad boy bassist plays hard–and loves even harder.
Billions of women want him, but he wants only me.
Cade Scott embodies every rule I’ve never dared to break...
Which is comical coming from someone whose ex-husband broke all the rules. But not me. Nope, I stayed in my lane, raising our daughter and supporting him while he chased his dreams–and every woman in a fifty-mile radius. Now I’m a divorced, single mom pushing forty… and starting over completely. Good times!
Obviously I’ve sworn off men completely, so of course this would be the time that a man as delicious as Cade Scott should happen to walk into my life. He’s half my age and I can’t even believe I’m about to do this…
But when the sexiest rock star you’ve ever laid eyes on promises the kind of passion you’ve only ever read about, the only appropriate answer is yes.
And Cade has me screaming it.
As soon as Brit Davenport kneeled, I fell.
Discretion is my third favorite D word–after Dominant and… well, you can probably guess the other one–but it’s also the key to my success. My clients are household names, everyone from actors and musicians to senators and, one time, even an acting president. They know their after hours activities are safe with me.
I’ve spent years cultivating my good name, building this network of underground clubs, and solidifying my place at the top. Landing myself in the tabloids would destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to create. And truly, what else can come from a whirlwind–and slightly taboo–love affair with one of the world’s most beloved rock stars?
I knew better. I should have stayed away. But as soon as Brit Davenport kneeled, I fell.
Don’t fall for anyone in the band.
That was my motto. Over and over, I repeated the words in my head–from the moment I accepted the nannying gig for one of the world’s most beloved musicians to the day I stepped onto a tour bus full of his beautiful, sexy bandmates. But no one told me just how intense guitarist Knox Reeves’ blue eyes are. Or how his lips are full and pillowy, just begging to be kissed.
With a simple glance my way, he can undo me. Weak knees. Sweaty palms. Shortness of breath. The whole nine yards. He’s the quiet brooder, the strong silent type I’ve always had a weakness for. And he wants me. Sweet little Liberty Lawson from Wichita. The good girl.
But I mean, if there’s going to be a scandal involving a rock god and the nanny, at least I didn’t get caught on camera with the dad who hired me, right?
I see you checking out my dirty boys. You're ready to be completely rocked, aren't you? I don't blame you.
You can get a taste of ATLAS — the book, not the man, haha — by clicking below.
I won't tell if you don't.