It Happened on a Sunday

They call her the Black Widow. A pop star. A tabloid tragedy. A girl who set the world on fire―and got burned in return.

But Sloane Walker doesn't care. She's survived worse―like the ex who tried to kill her and the fans who blamed her for surviving. These days, she's armor and eyeliner, singing songs that hurt and pretending they don't.

She's halfway through a sold-out tour and dangerously close to unraveling when a meet-and-greet throws her into the path of Mateo Sylvester―a rising star quarterback with a devastating smile and a grandmother who's Sloane’s biggest fan. She's got no patience for golden boys with good intentions.

She tells herself it's just a photo op. Just another charming fan with perfect cheekbones and no idea what it means to bleed for your art. But Mateo sees more than the stage persona. He sees the cracks in her smile. The girl underneath the glitter, fighting to stay.

They weren't supposed to fall. Not when the world is watching. And definitely not when the people closest to them would do anything to keep them apart.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's a slow-motion car crash. And if they're not careful, it might just cost them everything.

Contains mature themes.