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Within an hour of meeting, Van had Holls, Ronin, and Faise at ease, and that was no mean feat.
Me, especially. I didn’t warm to anyone I just met.
But something about Van was different.
And my instinct had been spot-on.
In the months after we signed, I discovered Van was unlike any manager I’d ever met. Not only was he honest and hardworking, but he had an ear for picking a great song. He also had no problem going to bat for us when we had creative differences with Greg. Not to mention, Van was one of the few people who called me out on my own shit.
He hadn’t just earned my professional respect. My dick liked him too.
My dick liked a fuckton of hot guys. Van was no exception.
Then there was no time for me to worry about my dick at all.
After that first year we went from a band that booked two local gigs a week to a number-one-selling album. We were either in the recording studio or performing or promoting. Our faces and our lives were splashed all over entertainment news.
Once we had our first hit single, things changed.
I was never short of male attention before, but now? I had guys lining up outside my trailer after concerts, in hotels, in bars, everywhere.
All the fucking time.
It was heady, amazing.
My rock n’ roll dream come true.
My life was just the way I wanted it. I had my music, my best friends as bandmates, my fans, and plenty of hot, sexy men eager for my bed.
What could be better?
If only I’d known…
CHAPTER1
VAN
THREE YEARS AGO
“Explain this.”
I tapped on my phone, placed it in front of Brodie, and waited for his answer.
All I got was an eye roll and a huge cloud of pot smoke blown in my face.
“Knock it off and speak,” I bit out, waving off the earthy fumes that surrounded me.
Then again, maybe I should take a deep fucking breath because I could use some relaxation right about now.
We’d met at Brodie’s house instead of my office, and all the guys in the band were here.
Not that they were paying me any attention. They were too busy smoking, eating leftover pizza, and swallowing shots of tequila.
And it was only ten a.m.
They’d finished recording their second album a month ago, and we’d started the promo launch, including interviews.
But Brodie and I had different opinions on what was considered appropriate to share with the press. Or how to interact with them.
