Book 1 in the NA rock star series, Lost in Oblivion "Love definitely wasn't on the setlist." Opening for their idols on their first tour, Oblivion is living the dream. Mostly. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts. He only comes up for air long enough to refuel-and to tease the deliciously cute chef who makes him crave a lot more than what she's offering on her serving plate. As the child of roadie parents, Harper Pruitt has heard every pickup line twice. To her, musicians are one step above the scraps on her...

He's always saved her. Now she's going to return the favor... Gray Duffy never thought he'd end up as the co-lead guitarist of Oblivion, one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Even better? He's sharing the experience with his best friend, Jazz. Since the day she'd showed up as his family's new foster kid, Gray has protected her. Loved her. And not just platonically either. After all these years of wanting her in his bed, he still doesn't know what it would be like to have her mouth on his. Except for that one time. The time he'd shared her with Nick. The best worst night of his life....

My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn't name my c*ck Manaconda. Rolling Stone did. On the front cover of their damn magazine. I still haven't lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy. So, I have a brand new PR person-Kennedy McManus. And she's making me insane. I don't know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut. I ended up kissing her. Come on, I mentioned how exasperating she was, right? That's when it blew up in both our faces. Now, the tabloids think she's my girlfriend. My...

My name is Faith Keystone, but my friends call me Keys. I'm the piano player for Hammered. Did I mention I'm the only female in my band? That means I technically have five older brothers. Can't forget my manager and security team, too. Alone time is nonexistent. I escaped an overbearing family to join this happy circus, and most of the time it's awesome. Except now, because of one teensy little incident at a show. Now I have this hulking bodyguard shadowing me like a freaking puppy. Only this puppy is more like a Doberman with an attitude problem. And he only knows one word NO. I hate that...