Walking out on my wedding wasnât my best idea.
Neither was throwing my cell in the lake and taking a job as PA for Dirty B, Americaâs favorite rock band, complete with every teen girlâs dream man, the eldest of the Burke brothers.
Tate Burke is pure sex. Women actually throw their panties at him during shows. And Ella Dawson is the lucky little thing that gets to escort their fangirling butts out when heâs done with them.
Yay.
Heâs a cocky son of a bitch, but thereâs more to him than meets the eye. Every now and then Ella gets a rare glimpse of the Tate behind the âbad boyâ act, and it attracts her in the most annoying way. The most annoying, heart-thumping, panty-wetting way.
When her abusive ex turns up at the hotel room Ella and Tate are sharing, raging mad, she knows sheâll need more than just a little protection. Tate sees red, and Ella canât help but lean on him, despite his bad-boy ways.
And now? Now, heâs in a whole lot of trouble.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.