Walk the Line

It was supposed to be simple: Film the tour. Build my portfolio. And for Heavens sake, keep it in my pants.

 

Then I met Felix Krasinski.

 

The captivating and infuriatingly cocky frontman of Velvet Drift commands attention everywhere he goes—including mine. Am I proud of it? No. I’m supposed to be filming their performance, not fantasizing about his perfect abs. I’m determined to be taken seriously, and hooking up with the ridiculously hot rockstar is the fastest way to tank my credibility.

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Felix is always in control, and I’m an impulsive rule-breaker. We don’t make sense. But we can’t seem to stay away from each other.

Because, between his uptight habits and annoyingly perfect jawline, there's more to Felix than his stage presence and legendary last name. He’s protective, vulnerable, and gets me in a way no one else does. 

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But my career depends on keeping things professional, and his future hinges on staying laser-focused on his band's success. 

Every heated argument, every stolen kiss, makes me want to throw caution—and professionalism—to the wind.

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One thing’s certain—this summer tour is about to get a lot more complicated than I bargained for.

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