Her Reckless Rockstar by Gena Snow

Rock stars are supposed to be unreachable, like all other stars in the universe.

Avery:
I don’t trust men, and certainly not men with long hair, wear sunglasses indoors and shout on stage.
But the moment I meet Tristan, I know my prejudice is silly.
He’s a rock star, but he’s also protective and sweet.
I’m lucky to have his attention, although I don’t expect it to last.

Tristan:
I’m used to fans swooning over me.
Thus, I’m amused when the defiant little girl calls me a moron.
I swear I’ll make the angel mine one day.
And I wait.
Little do I know the little angel will grow into a seductive goddess and sweep me off my feet.