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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A Sweet Treat For You

  Heart shaped candies for Valentines Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

In the mood for love, I wrote something sweet for you this special time of year. It was so much fun to revisit The Resistance's Holliday and Dalton in this fun email exchange between the two. It takes place the very first Valentine's Day after they met.

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S. L. Scott's Newsletter

Hope you enjoy!

S. xoxo

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From: Holliday <>

Date: Feb 14 8:45 pm

To: Jack <>

Dear Dalton,

I miss you.

I know you told me not to say that anymore because it makes you sad, but it makes me sad to be spending our first day made for love alone. And since when did I start listening to you anyway? Lol

Sighs I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss your smirky smile and gorgeous eyes. I miss your strong arms and your great abs. God I miss your abs. Don’t go soft on me while you’re on the road. Okay?

But back to this lonely missing business—my body misses yours. My boobs miss your hands. My calves miss your shoulders. My neck misses your caresses. My lips miss your lips. I just miss you completely. Too much. My townhome never felt so empty. You’ve invaded my heart as well as my space, and I love that. Every knock has me hoping it’s you. I’m sure I sound like a heartswoony groupie. I’m sure you’re used to that. Hopefully not TOO used to it though.

On a positive, I have a new favorite pastime. Did you know you have an unauthorized biography for sale? It’s true. You do. And it’s hot. I might have bought it… Okay, fine. I did. I totally bought it.

Oh and just to add insult to injury, I ordered it through Prime. Sorry about supporting the shady publication of a unscrupulous paparazzo monger, but have you seen it? Like I said, it’s SO hot! And before judging me, please refer to the aforementioned missing you part of this email. Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that.

This book though. This book is amazing. It’s got all of these incredible photos of you, in at least half you are shirtless… it’s very entertaining and extremely sexy. Page 147 had my full attention last night and I was inspired. Page 216 slept next to me. You might be wondering at this point, so I’ll just say this is no ordinary coffee table book. It’s Johnny Outlaw sex-personified. RAWR!

On a side note—on page 78 you wear a pair of leather pants that really highlight your ASSets nicely. Please tell me you still own them. I’m gonna need you to wear those just for me one night. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. I know how much you like it, since that is what caught your attention in the first place.

So I just turned the page, and as I stare down at a photo of you strumming your guitar backstage in some city, I miss you. I miss you so much and wish you were here strumming your guitar for me.

I should probably go and send this email before the merlot wears off. I’m sure I’ll be terribly embarrassed by this book obsession confession in the morning, but for tonight, I’ll snuggle it close remembering how you hold me close.

Come back to me soon.


Jack Dalton’s Biggest Groupie,




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