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The Daymakers were the hottest alt-rock band since the nineties, the masked members making fans swoon at the very thought of who might be hiding under the skull masks. Known only by their stage names—Royal, Hero, Poet and Knight—their real identities were a carefully held secret.

One minute I’m cleaning toilets for minimum wage. The next, I’m waking up from a drug-induced nap with a monster staring down at me. Kidnapped and seconds from death, I think I’m done for. Until masked men burst in, murder my attacker, and turn my world upside down. They call themselves Murder Squad. A secret brotherhood of broken men who only kill the worst of the worst. And one of them thinks I’m his wife.

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to my hometown: find out why the police needed to interview me and get back to my daughter. Enter Noah James. My high school sweetheart and the man who shattered every dream I had with his refusal to acknowledge our baby girl. He had me fooled with his sexy smile and smooth charm. I swore I'd never let myself be fooled again. But one night of grief at Donna's Bar led to my world crumbling at my feet. It only took a couple of hours to realize the things I thought I knew were false.

The first night I met Parker Cole, he insulted me within five minutes of opening his gorgeous mouth. Between the banter and nicknames thrown at each other, a spark ignited that lingered well beyond that evening. Our next encounter was a night full of masked pleasure and fun, with no expectations. Well, maybe one… for him to stop being such a jerk. Now, much to his disapproval, he's my new boss. As time passes, his presumably impenetrable walls start crumbling, and suddenly, two people who can barely stand each other find their lives tangling in every way imaginable.

As kids, we had an unexplainable bond. One I don't think we even understood back then. Over time, the pull between us developed into something we could no longer ignore. We were reckless, we were impulsive, we were… everything. Until it all came shattering down. Now, he's a single father, and I'm the estranged best friend who's still hopelessly in love with him—Eli Barton, America's favorite baseball pitcher and the man I walked away from. What was supposed to be self-preservation may have turned out to be the biggest regret of my life.

I am not a famous person, but I have been called a king maker. I own the most important talent agency in the world. Music is my life, and no one knows the industry better than I do. But I’m also a Townsend and the Townsends made their money off of the city of Los Angeles itself, which is why I’ve also inherited the ownership of a Major League Baseball team—The L.A. Flames.