When the safety of Ritter’s band is compromised by stalkers his uncle recommends Shayle to protect the band and catch the stalkers. Though famous, talented, gorgeous young men, they have a secret from their past that makes them who they are and fuels a nasty stalker problem. When Ritter decides Shayle is the love of his life, how will she ever resist him.


Published: December 2011
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 66,738
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Rating: Sensual
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Debra A. Soles


© Copyright by Debra A. Soles, December 2011
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, December 2011
ISBN 978-1-60394-680-3
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Her thoughts, from the moment she had opened her eyes had been for him. Why would he tease me like that? Had he been joking around or did he seriously ask me to go to bed with him? Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the steamy ideas the thought of them together had put in her head.

No matter what she had always been a girl with proper morals. First of all, there was no way she would be messing around with some guy, especially one she barely knew. Secondly, he was close to seven years younger than her, a green kid who had barely lived. No matter how sexy and tempting he was, the kid was off limits. Not to even mention he was her employer at the moment.

He didn’t seem to even notice she was next to him. Slouched against the door, he had his head leaned against the window. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed loosely over his chest. Even with a baseball cap pulled down over his forehead and plain, no makeup or fancy clothes, he was distracting and it was making her nervous.

Drumming her fingertips against the steering wheel, she began to bob her head to imaginary music, then hummed to herself softly. Ritter startled her by dropping a hand across hers to stop her tapping.

“Do I make you nervous?”

She didn’t dare look at him, knowing the truth would be written across her face. “Of course not. I’m just impatient to get there, so we can keep to our schedule.”

“Right.” Ritter said sounding more than a little sarcastic and unconvinced, then yawned as he sat up in his seat.