I'm a by-the-book librarian.
Kissing a stranger at a masquerade? Not my MO. Especially when he turns out to be a rockstar. I'm a rule-following librarian with exactly one reckless night on my resume. And yes, I spend it kissing a masked stranger at a ball. Plot twist: That stranger is Max Donovan. Billionaire. Rockstar. Tattooed trouble with a jawline that deserves its own warning label. An elevator fiasco trashes my good-girl rep—and Max suggests we fake-date our way out of the mess. So now we're kissing for show, co-parenting a diva cat named Melody… and I'm falling hard for the man who should come with a "Do Not Touch" sign. One scorching look turns into dirty whispers and tangled sheets, and boom! My V-card vanishes somewhere between "yes" and "don't stop." But just when I think our fake relationship is turning real, I find out I'm pregnant. And right when I need him most, he walks away. He leaves me heartbroken. Hormonal. And carrying a rockstar's baby. Kissing My Bad Boy Rockstar is a steamy standalone romance—each book in the series can be listened to independently.
