Rock Star

A bad boy rockstar needs a fake girlfriend... Not a girl to fall in love with him when the cameras fall away... When I walked into the party that night I was worried about my black minidress being too short... I never realized that I was going to meet him. Rhys Grant lead singer of Misery one of the hottest bands on the freaking planet. Rhys isnt just any tanned muscular bad boy dripping with sex appeal. Hes so hot hes practically Adonis himself. ... and the way he sings... he owns that stage. And hes interested in me. Well okay fake interested. He needs a sweet girl on his arm for the cameras to smile and look like hes settled down. Public Relations 101. I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Right in the middle of that party pulling down that mini skirt and feeling so out of place. Of course I said yes! How could I ever say no? But the more I find out about Rhys the more I see the man behind the microphone and tabloids. I dont want to be one of a thousand screaming fans. When he kisses me when he touches me... suddenly I want to be his one and only. Paparazzi crazed band managers overdoses... Rhys lifestyle will either drive me away forever or ruin me for all other men. But one things for sure... hes going to rock me to my core.