Love and Chaos Series

When videos hit the Internet of rock star Zane Sanders and a random fan performing what he calls a spontaneous dance, no one believes it's unrehearsed in this sizzling romance from bestselling author M.J. Schiller.   Zane Sanders, lead singer of Just Short of Chaos, surprised everyone, including himself, when he plucked a fan out of the audience at one of his concerts.   I don't know what possessed me to do it. I'd never done anything like that before. But something about Grace drew me to her. And within minutes of pulling her on stage, I knew I'd made one of the best decisions of my life. Since our drummer Devin's overdose, I'd felt dead inside. Perhaps for even longer than that. But Grace was fun, sexy—and as I would discover later—good and selfless. And an irresistible magic surrounded us that made me feel alive again.   That is, until I blew it. In classic Zane style. Funny thing is, when I first got Grace up on stage, I had no idea what to do with her. Now I have no idea what I'll do without her.   Grace Prescott was living out every girl's fantasy.   Only thing is, fantasies ended, and I realized pretty quickly that I didn't want this one to stop. Zane had a magnetism about him that was more than mere charisma. That was evident the moment I—the girl who normally had to be dragged out onto the dance floor—practically became a pole dancer in his arms.  Then it happened. The moment everyone kept referring to as "The Kiss." But it was all part of the show, right? It didn't matter that Zane made more than my feet move. He stirred up feelings that scared the crap out of me. The depth of his sadness called out to me even more than his unbelievable sex appeal, and that was saying something.   But it could never work between us. He may have come from a small town like me, but he was all rock star now and totally out of my league. I was a flower shop owner, not his saving Grace.   Are some actions beyond forgiveness or will he be rocked by Grace?

While love had come to some of the other members of Just Short Of Chaos, Dex Rogan had no interest in getting tangled up in that mess. That is, until he stumbled upon Tatum backstage.   Before Tatum, I would have told you love was for chumps. But I would have been wrong. The moment I saw her, it was like BAM! This driving urge to be with her was more jarring than someone smacking me in the face with my drumsticks would be. And every moment since has just solidified her place in my heart. By the time I found out she was off limits, it was too late. I was all in.   Tatum Salvetti doesn't have time for love. If it can't be color-coded or found on the periodic table, she doesn't need it. But when an ugly incident drives her into Dex's arms, she's shaken enough to step out of character for once.   I wasn't looking for love that night, I was looking to escape, and Dex was the perfect distraction from my train wreck of a life. …He was perfect, period. But I'm in astrophysics. I'm not stupid. I knew it wasn't going anywhere. Even if he wasn't just interested in a one night stand, we wouldn't be able to hide a relationship from Zane. My brother seemed to still think of me as the ten-year-old he met when our parents wed. Well, it wasn't any ten-year-old girl in Dex Rogan's bed that night, and if Zane found out about it, he would go apeshit. I was trying to get away from chaos, not create it.   Tatum has sacrificed her whole life for others. But maybe this time she could think of her own desires. Could Dex's brand of chaos be just what she needs?

Jericho Tyler was comfortable in his role as the wild man of Just Short Of Chaos. Different gorgeous women throwing themselves at him every night? What self-respecting hetero male wouldn't dream of that? But when Salvation steps out of his shower and into his life, things start to change.   Oh, yeah. I knew the second I saw her that she didn't belong backstage. And she didn't belong with a man like me, for sure. But I didn't let that stop me from seeing just how far she was willing to go to keep up her little naughty girl charade. And if she had something to prove, why not prove it with me?   Salvation Jones was not like the rest of her family. In a parcel of toe-the-line, conservative preacher's kids, she stood out like a piece of her costume jewelry at the Inaugural Ball.   I must have had a far-sighted stork reading the directions for my delivery. I was louder than they were. More boisterous. I got into more trouble. I'd heard, "Oh, Salvation," in my mom's disappointed voice for so long I began to think the O stood for Olivia, or something. It's not like I meant to misbehave, but it just came naturally to me. I'd tried to be who they wanted; now it was time for me to truly be myself. They say, "Go big or go home," so why not start out by seducing a rock star? And not just any rock star, the luscious, womanizing Jericho Tyler. Now that was somebody worth sinning for!   Sometimes it takes a bad boy to redeem a good girl. But will she become his Salvation in the end?