When college freshman Rowan Michaels meets gorgeous, up-and-coming rock star Adam Everest, she knows a player like him is the last thing she needs after her ex-boyfriend shattered her heart. But she can't stop thinking about the kiss they shared on his tour bus. On the first day of school, Rowan is stunned when Adam saunters into her French class. He's soon failing miserably, and, on a whim, she offers to tutor him. But Adam doesn't recognize her as a makeup-free, glasses-clad college student—a far cry from the beautiful, mysterious "Peach" he met at his concert. During a wild weekend on tour with the band, Rowan can't help falling for the sweet guy buried beneath Adam's rocker persona. Yet she knows she could never compete with the girls constantly throwing themselves at his feet. She'd just end up hurt … again. Peach is all Adam thinks about, though, and when Rowan realizes this, she has a decision to make: stay just friends to protect her fragile heart … or reveal the truth about the night they met and admit she's fallen completely, hopelessly in love with him.
Praise for Mayhem:
“This book is exactly why every girl has a rock star fantasy. Love, lust and good times on the road make for a fun and sexy romance that will make you want to drop everything and run away on tour with the band.”
— Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author
“There’s no better feeling than staying up late to finish a great book. Mayhem was totally worth losing sleep over.”
— Tiffany King, USA Today bestselling author
"When the door opens behind me, I sit up straight and hurriedly sniff in my tears as I wipe my shaking fingers across my slippery cheeks. I hear the flick of a lighter, and then someone sits down next to me on the stairs, puffing a cigarette. When I look over at him, I nearly choke. He gazes back at me, starting at my hot-pink heels and then raking his way up, and then he chuckles. “Are they letting people in yet?” Adam. He’s ditched the shades and cap, and now his dark brown hair is framing his gorgeous face, stretching almost to his chin. I look away quickly, hoping he can’t tell I’ve been crying. “Sorry about that,” I say. And I hear the hoarse sadness in my voice, but I couldn’t keep it out. When he reaches over and brushes my tangled hair away from my eyes, I tense. “Is everything okay?” he asks, and I half laugh. No, everything is not okay. “Everything’s fine.” “Then why have you been crying?” “No reason.” “You get all dolled up to sit outside of rock shows crying by yourself?” I lift my gaze to stare into his eyes, and something in them makes me believe he really cares. Or maybe that’s just what I want to see, but I suddenly need to tell someone. “My boyfriend’s in there.” “And?" “With another girl. I just caught him cheating.” Adam takes a deep puff of his cigarette, nodding as he sighs it back out. “Want me to fuck him up?” I laugh, and he smiles at me. “Would you?” “If you want me to.” “Why?” He shrugs. “Because I offered.” “Why’d you offer?” “Who knows why I do anything I do?” He stares at me while I wait for an answer. “I just do.” That’s a good enough explanation for me, so I look back to my knees again, letting out a shaky breath. I can’t believe I just laughed. At a time like this, Adam Everest made me laugh. “Anyway, your boyfriend is a dumbass,” he says out of nowhere. “How do you know?” His gray-green eyes wash over me. “Look at you.” I blush like hell, but I know he’s just trying to make me feel better. “You thought I was an idiot when you first saw me.” Adam chuckles and shakes his head. “I thought you were cute as a peach.” His lips hold the cigarette in his mouth as he stands up, holding a hand down to me. My heart stops; Adam Everest is offering me his hand. In faded denim jeans, all torn up at the knees, and a fit olive-green button-down rolled up to his elbows, he makes my heart race to a nonexistent finish line. “Come on, Peach.” I take his hand, and he lifts me to my feet, leading me away from the building. “Where are we going?” “To get you a drink. I think you need one.” “I’ve had a few,” I think out loud, slowing to a stop. Adam gazes over his shoulder at me, his eyebrow cocked when he asks, “Are you saying you don’t want another?” I take a moment to consider his question. Just a moment, and then I keep walking." --Jamie Shaw, Mayhem
About the Author:
Born and raised in South Central Pennsylvania, JAMIE SHAW earned her M.S. in Professional Writing from Towson University before realizing that the creative side of writing was her calling. An incurable night owl, she spends late hours crafting novels with relatable heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. She's a loyal drinker of white mochas, a fierce defender of emo music, and a passionate enthusiast of all things romance. She loves interacting with readers and always aims to add new names to their book-boyfriend lists.
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