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Now that they've pressed play, life is going way too fast for Gray Duffy and Jazz Edwards. A super-hot video has boosted their band Oblivion's popularity even higher, and suddenly Gray and Jazz are the reigning prince and princess of rock. But as their private wedding ceremony in their most special place approaches, they realize they can't go forward without facing their roots.

For a while MLB pitcher Chase "Deuce" Dixon used his bad-boy reputation as a smoke screen to cover up his elbow injury. But plummeting pitching stats don't lie, so now he's a free agent, spending the off-season in surgeons' offices and considering a postbaseball career in security. His first night moonlighting as a nightclub bouncer, he's surprised that the singer onstage is his little sister's pure, sweet, spitfire of a best friend. And some drunk guy is getting way too personal.

Gray Duffy never thought he'd end up as the co-lead guitarist of Oblivion, one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Even better? He's sharing the experience with his best friend, Jazz. Since the day she'd showed up as his family's new foster kid, Gray has protected her. Loved her. And not just platonically either. After all these years of wanting her in his bed, he still doesn't know what it would be like to have her mouth on his.

Run, he whispered in my ear. While you still can. I walked into a club called Ruin and found it - and him - when he bent me over the piano he was playing. I did as he said, but not until after he’d decimated me in the filthiest way possible. I loved every second. That one, and the ones that came years later. When he sang with me against his will, although the words burned and the scar tissue left him raw. But someone is watching us. And our stalker isn’t content to stay on the sidelines any longer. The curtain is about to rise. Win, lose...or die.

My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn't name my package Manaconda. Rolling Stone did. On the front cover of their damn magazine. I still haven't lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy. So, I have a brand new PR person–Kennedy McManus. And she's making me insane. I don't know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut.