Dante's Infernal

Keeping up the rock star image ain't easy, but someone's gotta show these fakers how it's done. Hotel-room-trashing tantrums? Check. Daddy issues galore? Check. Glitz, glamour and general debauchery? I wrote the f**king book. I'm a textbook bad boy rockstar cliche, and I've never claimed to be anything else. Hell, I own it. At least, I did, until he came along: Mr. Self-Righteous who acts more like a priest than a drummer. Now he's my bodyguard and the guy in charge of making sure I don't OD before the tour ends. Oh, right. I also have a crazy stalker who's been obsessed with me since I was a kid. So that's fun. It doesn't take long to figure out Cash is more of a danger than any freak with a shrine of me in his closet, and he's way harder to shake. He's managed to convince our band manager (AKA, the crappiest father ever) that he's the only one who can protect me from my stalker and my own vices. Cash thinks I'm stuck with him while he forces me to get clean, but what starts out as a daddy/boy role play meant to freak him out turns into so much more than a game. For the first time ever, I don't know who's going to win, but I'm not going down without a fight. My new job is a nightmare. The name of that nightmare? Dante Jung, lead singer of the world-famous band Dante's Infernal, living train wreck, and all-around brat. His manager hired me to be the new drummer for Dante's Infernal... and his undercover bodyguard, since the singer has run everyone else off. The only problem is, I'm pretty sure Dante is more of a threat to himself than even his obsessed stalker. He drinks hard, parties harder, and he's never turned down a lovesick groupie. And there are a lot of those. Dante is a brash, selfish, narcissistic douchebag. And he's also a brilliant, devoted and passionate musician who can be unexpectedly vulnerable at times. When he asks me to be his "daddy" for the month we're stuck together, I'm shocked, but not for the reasons he thinks. Taming Dante is going to be one hell of a challenge, but he will break before I ever back down, no matter how undisciplined he is now. He doesn't know what he's in for, but he's about to learn.

Chaz Rafael is the best friend-with-benefits a guy could ask for, but I had to go and screw it all up by falling in love. Everyone gets sick of me eventually. My birth parents, the endless conveyor belt of foster homes, even the band that became my family. Why should Raf be any different? When he wants to take our friendship to the next level by welcoming me into his world of collars and pet names that make me feel wanted and cherished, I know it can't be permanent. No matter what he says, there's no way someone like him could actually want me forever. But I'm going to enjoy pretending for as long as it lasts. Rafael I spent so long pining after my best friend, I didn't even realize the perfect guy was right under my nose. Chaz is an adorkable goofball who's kept a band full of hotheads from melting down on numerous occasions, and he and I are perfectly in sync in and out of the bedroom. Turns out he's also a natural submissive who just might be the pup I've always wanted...if I can convince him this thing between us is meant to last forever, and not just be a one-hit wonder. Collaring Chaz is a surprisingly sweet M/M rock star romance loaded with angst, band drama, contractual pup play, a cinnamon roll MC struggling with mental health and addiction, and a dominant rock god who saves him.

Drake Sterling Crane is my idol, my inspiration, and my rival and I'm determined to be the one who brings him to his knees. He has other ideas, of course, and I keep going back for more. I'm horrified when the news breaks that the bands we manage are merging, and we're all going to share a home like one big happy family. Horrified because I hate Sterling more than anything in this world, and because I know I'm not going to be able to stay away from him. He's a god among men, and the worst part is, he knows it. Am I ever going to stop worshipping him? Sterling I've made a few enemies over the years, but Drake Weiss is number one by a long shot. Making Drake squirm-whether it's in the context of our rivalry, or in my dungeon-is arguably my favorite pastime. When I find out we're merging my collapsing band with Dante's Infernal, it seems like the perfect opportunity to torment him. It soon becomes clear I'm the one who's being tormented, though. Being around him is bringing back all kinds of memories and nostalgia, and it's driving me crazy. They say there's a thin line between love and hate, and I'm starting to believe it. Are we doomed to dance around our shared destiny for eternity? Or will Drake bare his soul to me as he's bared his body so many times? Breaking Drake is an enemies-to-lovers novel packed with angst and fluff, love and hate, and plenty of heat.

Saint I screwed up. Big time. I broke the heart of my best friend. The one person I promised myself I'd never hurt. Now he's back after two years, and I hardly recognize him. Danny - sorry, Daniel - is nothing like the scarred, broken kid who left in the middle of the night without saying good-bye. Because of me. Those brown eyes that were once so full of warmth and adoration have turned cold as ice, but the fire he stirs in me is hotter than the place I deserve to be after what I did. When I lock eyes with him just before he goes onstage with my ex's band, I realize why he came back. He wants to ruin me. And you know what? I just might let him. Daniel Fate took almost everything from me, but at least I still had my brother, and Saint, my best friend and hopeless crush. When I found Saint with my brother, the one man who was off-limits, I lost both of them, too. But fate wasn't finished with me. I had to go through literally losing my brother. Then, I gained a spine, scars, and 50 pounds of muscle. The fragile, pathetic kid I used to be is dead and gone. I love the way Saint's jaw drops when he sees me, like I'm a ghost from his past. A ghost who's going to make him pay for all his sins. First, I'll take the man who broke his heart before he sold the shattered pieces to the devil. Then I'll take those, too, because I'm not the lovesick fool I was back then. As far as he's concerned, I am the devil, and I won't stop until I possess all of him-his filthy soul included. The only problem is mine still belongs to him. Saving Saint is a high-heat friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romance between a brooding guitarist and a cinnamon-roll keyboardist turned badass hell-bent on revenge. It features a rocky road to the HEA.