The #1 Women's Adventure Bestseller!
Contains the titles:
Bad Moon
Bad Wolf
Bad Nymph
Bad Storm
Contains over 92,000 words of rock star and shifter sizzle!
Life can be a little complicated when...
your boyfriend sucks, your best friend since elementary school is basically the man of your dreams, and a totally gorgeous rock star is pursuing you cross country and you have no idea why. Oh, and you’re kind of addicted to pizza and a full moon is around the corner.
This is my life right now.
Maybe I shouldn’t have decided to go on tour with Bad Moon as their manager. Maybe I should have stayed in my hometown and looked for a marketing job with good benefits and a 401k. All I can say is that my bachelor’s degree and color-coded planner can’t protect me from the fiery throes of rock n’ roll, lust and werewolves...and I kind of like it that way.
This book has sold exceptionally well, and thousands of copies have sold in this series in about six months. It's what most of my fans know me for.
“Bailey Thompson!” called the old man onstage, looking over at Greek life table with a smile. I shook my head and stood up, butterflies bursting in my stomach.
I walked up to the stage and I saw his face drop. The alcohol gave me a little sass, so I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Sorry to disappoint, sir,” I said. He grumbled something I couldn’t hear, but I didn’t care. I jumped on the old, dingy stage, buzzing with energy and alcohol. I wasn’t proud of the events that led me here, in a beat up old karaoke bar in Tallahassee, but we needed that prize money and Trent was acting like he was too good for all of this.
Well I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m not. As far as I could tell from the competition, it was worth a shot.
I took the microphone from the host’s hand and avoided making eye contact with the crowd, keeping my eyes trained on the blue screen before me. The ruckus let me know that none of the fratty boys or bleach-blondes were paying any attention to me—they were all there to get hammered and laid. The weird, embarrassing singing on the stage was just a plus.
“Go Bailey!” I heard Brandon call across the room. I smiled to myself, my nerves slightly dissipating as I noticed the slur in his voice. At least I wasn’t the only crazy one in our group that thought this was a good idea. The music started, and I rocked to it slowly, my eyes still furiously glued to the screen.
