Phoenix—I never intended to become a stripper.
Two years ago I was in Nashville chasing the songwriter dream. Sleepless nights between day jobs were spent writing rock ballads and trying to make a name for myself.
That all changed with one phone call that forced me to return to Atlanta. Needing consistent income to pay the mountain of debt I'd come home to, I traded stripping my soul for stripping my clothes.
Then Archer West comes crashing into my VIP room, tempting me to break all of my rules.
I want him—bad.
What I don't count on is finding him living right next door for the summer. Inexperienced and with a creative drive that rivals my own, he stirs the lyrics in me once again. Now I crave more than his body. Archer West has quickly become my unexpected muse.
Contains mature themes.
