Meet Your New Rock Star Boyfriend!

🎸📚🎸📚 SPARK is LIVE 🎸📚🎸📚

From New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, comes a new book that will introduce you to rock stars with heart and soul as well as revisit favorites from The Resistance.

One break is all The Crow Brothers need and we’re about to get it.

Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You have a son.”

She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.

What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?

My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.

There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re both going to get burned.

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I'm celebrating the HUGE LOVE shown SAVAGE by sharing the Prologue with you (In case you haven't read this bestseller readers, authors, and bloggers are calling "The BEST Book of 2017!")


The sun shouldn’t be shining

Considering the pain I’m feeling, it’s too bright.

Too happy.

Too blue.

The periwinkle sky reminds me of the only blue I want to see. Brilliant blue eyes, not found in the heavens, but here on earth.

The world dims momentarily. “Where’s your boyfriend?” the man asks.

How did I end up here? Like this?

I know. I just don’t want to admit the truth. Even now.

Closing my eyes to block him out, I search my mind for the answer. “He’ll come for us,” I whisper.


A sharp slap to my face sends my head to the right. I’m too stubborn to scream, to give him any further satisfaction, even as the taste of copper coats my mouth. Curling to the side, I hold my stomach, attempting to protect the only thing that matters. I haven’t told Alexander. I haven’t had the chance. I was going to, but an unforeseen detour brought me here.

Grief begins to envelop me, but I try to hold on, just a little longer. Reaching out, I touch the red pooled in front of me, wondering if that’s someone else’s blood. It can’t be mine. There’s too much to be mine. I’m alive, but now I’m wondering for how long.

“Where’s King?” is shouted, but I’m too tired to answer. Even if I could, I don’t know where he is.

He didn’t answer his phone. I allowed him to ride away, and the memory of his face causes my breath to stutter in my throat. As I cough, and blood splatters my present, I wish I could change the past. I wish I could go back to the beginning and relive our love from the start.

I would do so many things differently. Despite how we ended, I wouldn’t change us. I wouldn’t change our love.

His life is full of lies—the kind he tells and the ones he lives. Lies that have become mine and will haunt me as I learn to live without him. Those lies still haunt me as if they are mine to survive.

He once told me he would give me the life I dreamed about—the ending I deserved—a happy ending—but with rocks cutting into my skin and a stranger kicking the life from me, I start to wonder if all hope is lost.

Until I hear that familiar sound—the distinctive sound of a Harley’s exhaust foreshadowing my knight in leather armor.

It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since I’ve seen him.

It won’t matter what bad has happened between us.

Our love will never die, even if I do.

“I told you he’d come for us.”

Knowing he’ll be here soon, I close my eyes, and dream of the fairy tale we once had . . .