Too Many Rock Stars by Candy J Starr

I have one cardinal rule: I don’t date rockers and, since I work at a club surrounded by them, that means I don’t date at all.
My overbearing boss keeps a tight watch to ensure I never break that rule. Which means I have to keep local rock god Razer at arm’s length, no matter how tempting he is. I tell myself I don’t have time for love anyway.
That changes when a mysterious stranger in tight leather pants enters the scene.
I didn’t ask to get stuck in a crazy love triangle — and I sure as hell didn’t put myself up as a prize in a rock competition — but when it becomes the only way to save my job, and the job of my friends, I can’t say no.
Now my biggest problem is too many rock stars.