Her Possessive Keepers
Ellie Rowe, Addi Stone
Band seeks photographer. Must be discreet.
That’s code for “we’re feral, famous, and you’ll never be the same.”
Now I’m living in their penthouse.
Sleeping on their tour bus.
Drowning beneath their attention.
Vox watches me like I’m prey.
Sable flirts like he’s trying to break me.
Ruin doesn’t speak — he just waits for the moment I drop my guard.
And Saint? Saint looks at me like I’m already his.
I was hired to shoot their shows.
But the lens turned on me.
Now they want to know everything.
What I want. What I fear.
How I look when I fall apart in the dark.
And the worst part is — I want them to see.
They didn’t ask me to stay.
They made sure I couldn’t leave.
Read on for possessive bandmates, slow-burn obsession, forced proximity, and a heroine who’s not sure if she’s being loved or devoured. HEA Guaranteed!
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