Published by Berkley, Penguin on June 3, 2014
Genres: Adult Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Erotica, New Adult, Romance
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He’s someone she can’t trust…
She’s someone he thinks he knows…
Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, neverwanted before.
On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.
But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?
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“Excuse me,” Tia says as she nudges and wiggles her way through the crush of bodies, tugging me along behind her. I turn this way and that, trying to be mindful of people and their drinks. It’s when we stop, flirting with the edge of a group of thrashing females of various ages near the stage, each vying for the attention of the band, that I begin to focus on what they’re saying. It’s then that I realize whose specific attention they’re vying for. I hear one name over and over again.
That’s when I look up. And I see him.
Jet. My Jet.
I hardly recognize him. But, then again, I couldn’t mistake him.
The way he moves, the way his voice sounds, the way I feel when I look at him—it’s all too familiar.
But this isn’t the guy I’ve come to know. This guy is wild and likely drunk. He’s got a guitar strap over one shoulder and he’s wearing a torn tank top that shows an intricate tattoo on his right arm and shoulder. I’ve never seen it before because he’s always dressed like a normal person when I see him. But not tonight. Because tonight he’s not a normal person. He’s a rocker. Living the life of a rocker, right down to the screaming groupies.
As I watch, dumbstruck, one of the girls in the crowd somehow makes her way up onstage. She runs to Jet and shamelessly plasters her barely clothed body to his side, writhing against him. He smiles at her, wrapping one arm around her waist as she kisses his neck and puts her hands in the tear of his shirt near his chest.
I see the flash of metal at one exposed nipple. And then I see the ripple of his abdominal muscles as the girl glides her hands all over his belly. It’s when she brazenly reaches between his legs to cup him that I feel my stomach turn, and the true weight of what I’m seeing settles down on my shoulders. On my heart.
So this is the real Jet. This is who he is when he’s not at SAA meetings and visiting his rich father. And lying to me.