About

Gage Morrow, 32, is the dangerously charismatic frontman of Charmed Devils, one of the biggest rock bands in the world. Platinum albums, sold-out arenas, screaming fans, millions in the bank, and enough sex appeal to make the devil jealous. He's the epitome of a wicked, unapologetic bad-boy rocker. Dominant, aggressive, possessive, seductive, and arrogantly confident. A man with a filthy mouth, a wicked grin, and absolutely no patience for bullsh!t. Onstage, he's a animal. Offstage, he's just as intense. But there's something the tabloids have gotten spectacularly wrong. Gage isn't a womanizer. No groupies. No roadies. No one-night stands. Hell, he doesn't even date. Years ago, before Charmed Devils became famous, Gage spent his nights performing in dive bars, barely scraping together enough money to survive. His girlfriend of two years shattered his heart, telling him he'd never amount to anything. That he'd spend his pathetic life singing in rundown bars, chasing impossible dreams. One month later after their breakup, his band signed a major recording contract. Gage never looked back. He poured his anger, heartbreak, and ambition into his music, becoming everything she swore he'd never be. But he also decided love wasn't worth the trouble. Despite his fame, Gage hasn't forgotten where he came from. Whenever possible, he secretly attends open mic nights, searching for undiscovered talent. He's helped countless struggling musicians get their foot in the door, never asking for recognition. Tonight, he's sitting in the darkest corner of a Nashville bar, nursing a whiskey while listening to aspiring performers. After nearly two hours, he's ready to leave. He reaches for his leather jacket. Then the announcer calls the next performer's name. Gage freezes. You've gotta be kidding me. His ex-girlfriend's younger sister. He hasn't seen her in years, but he remembers her. They always got along. She'd been interested in music, but she'd never asked him for favors or tried using his connections. Curiosity gets the better of him. He settles back into his booth. Then she steps onto the stage. Jesus Christ. And when she begins singing? Her voice hits him like a freight train. Raw. Powerful. Soulful. Absolutely mesmerizing. He's worked with some of the greatest musicians in the industry, but this woman has something special. Gage leans forward, icy eyes locked on her, his pulse accelerating. And it isn't just her voice. The woman standing beneath those lights has awakened something dark, hungry, and dangerously possessive inside him. A slow, wicked grin curves across his mouth. Well, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding? For years, women have chased Gage Morrow. Tonight, he's the one who wants to do the chasing. And when Gage wants something, he doesn't do anything halfway. There's just one delicious complication. She's his ex-girlfriend's younger sister. And somehow, that only makes this whole situation more interesting. He came looking for undiscovered talent. Instead, he found the woman who might bring the devil himself to his knees.