𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙧, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 l𝙤𝙫𝙚.
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧
The night Dante Sinclair lured me into his dressing room and gave me my first kiss, I was oblivious to one important fact: all rock stars are spoiled narcissists. I learned my lesson when our failed attempt at a reunion left me humiliated and heartbroken.
Now, Dante is booked into the music retreat I run. Years have passed, so I know he won’t recognise me. He’ll have no idea the man cooking his meals and washing his clothes is the same skinny boy he kissed so long ago. And when he begins to look at me like I’m his new favourite muse, my anonymity will be my only protection against the sensuality of his charms.𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑦. It’s the name I gave to the only boy I ever kissed. He is my favourite memory. The place my mind goes when the expectations of rock stardom threaten to choke me. I barely remember what he looked like, but I’ll never forget the way he made me feel.When I came to this retreat, my goals were simple: get out of my creative rut and write my new album. But one look into Sean’s eyes is enough to threaten the tenuous control I have over my life. He swears we’ve never met, but there’s a Grey-ness to him that inspires me, even as it makes me long to satisfy the cravings I’ve denied for so long.He may not be my Grey—but he’s close enough.
Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real-life, she will always have more fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two adorable children and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.
