Billionaire Rockstars: An Opposites Attract Rockstar Romance Box Set

Fake Married To My Rockstar

I’m engaged to my brother’s best friend because I thought he was gay. He isn’t.

Ash Ryder is a tattooed rock god with a reputation hotter than his Grammy shelf.

I’m a kindergarten teacher and secret romance blogger.

He’s also my brother’s best friend—off-limits—and now, my fiancé.

It started the moment I walked into the hallway in nothing but a bath mat—and crashed right into him.

Next thing I know, he’s offering a fake marriage—his image gets a boost, my bank account gets a miracle.

Strictly business. Especially since he isn’t into women.

Only… he kisses me. Like, really kisses me.

Takes me on a dream getaway.

Buys me tampons without flinching.

Reads romance novels in my bed like he belongs there.

One night with him—and I learn exactly how not-gay he is.

And like an idiot, I fall for him.

But when I say “I love you”… he flinches.

Turns out, I wasn’t the girl he wanted—just the one who fit the plan.

So I’m ditching the vows and walking straight out the door…


Kissing My Bad Boy Rockstar

I’m a by-the-book librarian.
Kissing a stranger at a masquerade? Not my MO.
Especially when he turns out to be a rockstar.

I’m a rule-following librarian with exactly one reckless night on my resume.

And yes, I spend it kissing a masked stranger at a ball.

Plot That stranger is Max Donovan.

Billionaire. Rockstar. Tattooed trouble with a jawline that deserves its own warning label.

An elevator fiasco trashes my good-girl rep—and Max suggests we fake-date our way out of the mess.

So now we’re kissing for show, co-parenting a diva cat named Melody… and I’m falling hard for the man who should come with a "Do Not Touch" sign.

One scorching look turns into dirty whispers and tangled sheets, and boom! My V-card vanishes somewhere between “yes” and “don’t stop.”

But just when I think our fake relationship is turning real, I find out I’m pregnant.

And right when I need him most, he walks away.

He leaves me heartbroken. Hormonal. And carrying a rockstar’s baby.


Marrying My Billionaire Rockstar

I’m a geeky virgin with trust issues. So I’m definitely NOT into hot bad boy rockstars.

I thought the annoying, hot guy worked at the mansion. Turns out, he owns the mansion. A fact he forgot to mention…

He’s Caleb Wolfe—tattooed, cocky, infuriatingly hot, and apparently a famous rockstar.

One accidental kiss at a charity event? Boom—tabloid chaos.

Then I lose my job, and he makes me an offer I definitely should’ve

Fake marriage. Real cash. Zero strings.

But living together is nothing like I imagined. Caleb makes me laugh. He takes care of me. He treats me like something precious.

Somewhere between "I do" and "let’s not catch feelings," I give him my v-card.

And we turn our fake marriage into something very real.