Rating The Rockstar

How can I be free of him when he's all that I can see?

I've been a struggling filmmaker ever since Ex Rated, the million-dollar blog that I ran with my friends, was ripped out from under us. When the fantasy of being rock star Rowan Slade's dirty little secret blew up, so did my entire world.

Getting as far away from that life as possible was the one thing keeping me sane. From then on, I vowed to keep the fantasies where they belonged... in my films.

Pursuing my craft, that made sense.

Opening the door to the past. That was an invitation to dance with the devil.

But there he was, like a rockgod Lucifer in all his hot sexy darkness, offering the kind of proposal that could land a girl in hell. He was everything I shouldn't want, but can't seem to stop thinking about. I shouldn't want to touch him. Shouldn't remember all the things he could do could do to my body. To my soul. His touch left an indelible mark that night, one that's impossible to erase.

The fact that he doesn't even remember me shouldn't make me so furious.

But something's different this time... Rowan is hellbent on making me his. And with the fire drawing us together like moths to a flame, I'm the one who's about to get burned.

Just how much was the fantasy worth?