I hate the rock star, but he’ll make me learn to love him…
Joss Myers is a gorgeous rock star jerk and my celebrity crush. I never thought he’d notice me, not in a million years.
Let alone marry me in a stupid Las Vegas mistake.
I thought I wanted him, at least until I became his wife.
Now I know I hate him.
He’s arrogant, conceited, self-centered, and a million other not-so-nice things. He’s refusing to make this sham-marriage easy for me, and he thinks it’s funny to watch me squirm.
If I want an annulment, I have to go on tour with him. He wants to keep me in his room like a trophy, ready and waiting for his every desire.
Screw that. I’m not going to be that bastard’s plaything, even if the thought sends shivers down my spine…
He keeps putting his hands on my hips, his lips against my throat, his words in my ear: You’re the rock star’s wife now, sweetheart, better get used to it.
But there’s more to this situation than I realized. The band is teetering on the brink of breaking apart, and Joss doesn’t seem to care.
All he wants is my body, and I’m afraid that if he gets it, I’ll never want to walk away again.