I’m glad I won’t be working bar for the TalonSix gig, because the band’s frontman, Scar Trex, is trouble. He’s arrogant. Aggressive. Dangerous. I can’t understand why groupies swoon over a vocalist who sounds like he’s been possessed by a demon with heartburn.Then I meet the real him—Trent King—and find out how it sounds when he groans my name…But I won’t let myself get attached. It’s bad enough I had to give up my dreams of being a musician, I won’t become a starstruck groupie left behind as well.