I was fine just photographing him. Watching Wade Bishop through my viewfinder like a normal, well-adjusted woman with a completely manageable crush. Just the hottest country star in Texas, headlining the ranch this week.
Then his backup vocalist went down and somehow I'm the replacement - pressed up next to him every night learning harmonies while my brain melts out of my ears.
I was handling it. Barely. Then his ex rolled in with a better voice, better legs, and a real clear plan to reclaim her spot - onstage and off.
His voice alone could finish me. The rest of him? I don't stand a chance.
     Steamy rockstar romance  Opposites attract  Forced proximity  Open-door heat  Guaranteed HEA
Quick, hot, and bingeable in one sitting.