Bad is the new good. Unless you're the most hated man in New York.



A bad boy quarterback who can't perform is one thing, but Liam Sharpe's on a special kind of downward spiral. But it's not a spark when our eyes meet; it's a forest fire—all consuming, sucking the very breath from my lungs. And I'm crushing hard.



I'm an up-and-coming popstar about to make the big time. We shouldn't be together. He's an old soul. I'm . . . well, nuts, but worlds collide when we come together. And between the sheets? Sweet, sinful skills, and stamina galore.



The problem? My manager says I shouldn't attach myself to a falling star, that it could kill my career before it starts.



I know heartbreak isn't required material for a singer. But the more I resist, the more it feels right. So. God. Damn. Right.



One shot at happily-ever-after. One risky play to bring it home.



Contains mature themes.