The Most Soulful Rock Star is Here!

🎸📚🎸📚 RIVERS is LIVE 🎸📚🎸📚

This Standalone Second Chance Rock Star Romance by New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, will have you falling in love with Rivers Crow while introducing you to his Sexy as Sin brothers and band mates—Jet, Tulsa, and Ridge.

Rivers Crow has everything he could ever need—a rock star life, more money than the devil himself, and worldwide fame. Except he’s still missing the one thing he wants—the girl he left behind.

Stella Fellowes has a life she doesn’t want—an unfulfilling job, debt without a ceiling, and lonely nights she spends pretending not to miss the one thing she needs—the boy who broke her heart.

Five years later, the guitarist she once loved is back with a hit record, millions of fans, and that look in his eye that still makes her weak in the knees. Only she’s not the same girl he once knew.

When these two star-crossed lovers come together, time starts to heal old wounds. Although she’s compelled to look past his sins, will he be able to look past hers?



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I’m better off without her.

The words come easier these days. I used to mentally stammer over the lies even if I wasn’t voicing them out loud. I thought it would become second nature to tell myself she was wrong for me. I invented little things that drove me mad. Her hair was a tangled mess when she woke in the morning. In the evenings, she took a bath and read a book to escape into, which helped her decompress from the day.

She was a beautiful fucking mess of emotions, probably like a lot of teenage girls when they’re becoming women. What am I thinking? I loved every fucking one of those emotions and remember the whirlwind of them like they were today, or yesterday.

It wasn't.

Five years have flown by, but this knot in my chest never loosens. Will I ever be free from these memories? Free like she is from me?

“I’m better off without her.” I repeat the lie, hoping to believe it one day, but the words are bitter on my tongue, such a contradiction to how sweet the memories taste.

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