Rock Me Hard

Nikki Lane wrote songs about magical first glances and surrendered hearts, all while keeping hers locked away from lasting bruises. Even if she were willing to risk heartbreak, stardom and the relentless pace left no room for love.It hardly left room for a booty call, but lord help her, she desperately needed a booty call.She hungered for the heat, the wild abandon—so was it any wonder between the notes of the last song fading away and new beat yet to begin, that her eyes locked on tall, dark, and ready to rock her world in the front row? Standing in the sea of gyrating teeny boppers, with his back straight and confident grin, he stared into her soul and made her crave.Aiden Powell buried his secret crush on Nikki Lane where his asshole twin would never find it and exploit it. When opportunity to see his crush in the flesh arises in the form of front row seats with VIP meet and greet privileges, he doesn't hesitate to cover his afternoon patient appointments and head for the arena.He has one chance, one night, to make his fantasy reality—and he would take it…