Bryce

I don’t do love. I don’t do relationships. What I do is tour with my band and enjoy the life we worked so hard to earn. When I’m home, my favorite escort is always happy to join me in bed.

Except he’s not an escort anymore. He has, however, hand-picked someone to replace him. I’m dubious because I hate change, but I’ll give this new guy a chance.

And I will not fall in love with him.

Bryce

This escort gig is seriously intimidating, and the last thing I expect is for my first client to be a literal rock star.

No, scratch that—it’s the second to last thing I expect.

The last thing?

How fast and hard I’m falling for him.

Gentlemen of the Emerald City