You know who I am…Reuben Creed.
Yeah, that Reuben Creed.
Rock star. A solo artist, because I don’t depend on anyone.
Burned out after six-months on the road, I’m sick of the groupies, the publicists, the media, the scene.
They say no man’s an island. I call bullshit.
I’ve found solace on a secluded island, off the coast of a small country at the bottom of the world. Off-grid, raw, primitive perfection. Nobody in LA knows where I am and that’s exactly what I crave—peace and solitude.
The island has a caretaker. Stella. Just twenty-four, with eyes as blue and wild as the ocean. A mouth that’s quick to smile and tease, and a body and heart that inspire me to start writing songs again.
Songs about Stella.
She’s a million worlds away from the fans who hound me, and I should have kept my hands off her, but here on the island we’re safe. No-one can touch us, nobody knows I’m here.
Until one photo, one slip-up and suddenly my ugly world collides with Stella’s peaceful refuge. There’s only one way to protect her. I’ll have to sacrifice every last thing I’ve found here in paradise.
Place a burned out rockstar on a remote New Zealand Island. Add sexy caretaker, and a wild storm. Stir and watch sparks fly. Safe read, standalone novella with a guaranteed HEA. Lots of feels, dirty talk, and enough loving to steam you up.