My name is Clover Calloway, and I've lived two separate lives. The first, I like to call "my past". My rock-star days of playing in one of the hottest bands on the planet are over. Along with the most volatile, beautiful, tragic love story of all time. Over the past five years, I've settled into my second life. My "normal life". The life where I'm admittedly a little bored, but also safe. My past wasn't boring. But my past broke my heart into a million, unfixable pieces. And the man responsible for the shattering of me? Malachi Porter, lead singer and mastermind of Bright Tragedy.

Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media's harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad-boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin and a touch that could become an addiction.

I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won't leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he's slowly wearing me down, making me crave more. He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Problem is, the world thinks he's theirs. How do you keep an idol when everyone is intent on taking him away?

Will his stardom put her out of reach just as he’s ready to take a chance? Kelsey has found peace only by shutting everything out and locking the door. So when the hot single dad next door needs her help, she wants to be a decent person. However, JD has chaos written all over him. JD has been nurturing his band for years, waiting for a big break and hoping for a lightning strike. His biggest shock is that his ex-girlfriend has left him a letter and a daughter he didn’t know he had. It’s about to break him… and the band. If JD gives in to his own desires, he’ll destroy the peace ...

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don’t mean any of that figuratively. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker - my physical therapist - I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. She said she’d been assigned to fix me. But what I didn’t know...what I couldn’t possibly know...was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.