Gillian Archer

I left for my “honeymoon” solo but came home married to a rock star. Oh boy. My entire world collapses a week before my wedding. My ex is not the man I thought he was, and I have the shiner to prove it.

I went to Vegas to get married, only she married someone else, so why shouldn’t I do the same? It’s the best way to stop public speculation about my jilted groom status. But even better, something about Shay has flipped a switch inside me—suddenly I can write music again.

What happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour. Not when she’s your best friend’s little sister. She’s the definition of forbidden—my best friend’s little sister. I’ve done my best to put distance between us. Ella is just too damn tempting. Good thing she’s going on tour with us.

What happens during a Vegas residency doesn’t stay in Vegas. Not when you hate your rock star boss. I don’t know what crawled up my drum tech’s ass, but I’m over Alice’s bullsh *t. She works for me. So next time she sets up my drumkit, I don’t want to hear her snarky comments or muttered insults.

What happens on tour in Europe doesn’t stay on tour in Europe. Not when you’re a rock star’s fake girlfriend. As assistant tour manager for the Tin Gods, I love my job. Especially the delicious eye candy that is their manager. Too bad he doesn’t see me.

A Holiday Mode novella Every girl deserves a fairytale. I just didn’t expect mine to happen at that summer festival and definitely not with a rock star. My life hasn’t turned out the way I’d hoped. My wonderful dad died and left everything to my wicked stepmother.

The holidays are usually lonely, but this December I have a fling with a rock star. My life has imploded. So it feels fitting to be living back at my parents’ home in South Lake Tahoe. Is a quarter-life crisis a thing?