Xan Valentine, the rock star that Rolling Stone called “sex incarnate,” stands in the spotlight every night and sings love songs to the women in the audience.
They swoon. They scream. They believe him.
Georgie doesn't.
They didn't see him nearly beat two men to death until someone pulled him off. They’ve never seen the coldness in his dark eyes while he sat across a table, negotiating a contract that broke their hearts. He’s never stolen into their bedroom at night, slid into their bed, and made love to them until dawn, and he’s never treated them like it never happened while the bitemarks on their backs and thighs were still sore.
They’ve never seen him play the violin like an angel. Or a demon.
Georgie is officially in his band now, playing the keyboards, and every concert drives the music deeper into her soul. If Georgie leaves the protection of the band and Xan Valentine, the Russian mafia will kidnap and kill her.
If she stays and plays in his band for just a few more weeks, Xan will pay for her college and law school.
