Rebel’s Warriors by Layla Dorine
Rebel: The biggest drawback to fame? The sudden swarms of random people recognizing me and losing their minds in the process. I used to fly under the radar. Now I’ve got to get extra creative when I want to slip away for extra-curricular activities. Sometimes I’m successful, most times not. Either way, the lectures are starting to suck, especially when they’re accompanied by Steel’s piercing looks of disapproval.
Kit: There’s no way this is real. Last year, when I subbed for Blissfully Immune’s iconic drummer, Ozious, I figured it was a one and done deal. Only now they need a permanent relief drummer, and guess who got the nod to go out on the road with them? Oh my Goddess, pinch me! I can’t believe I’ve just been handed my dream. I just wish I knew with a hundred percent certainty that Rebel was cool with me being back after the explosive moment we shared.
Steele: One quiet and reserved drummer, the other a damned menace of a guitarist I don’t dare take my eyes off when I’m not on duty, because he’s always looking for some mess to jump into. The only saving grace is that I’ve not been assigned to guard either of them. Damn if they aren’t slowly causing my shriveled heart to start throwing off sparks of desire. But how to keep those possibilities from imploding before we can nurture them into a roaring flame?
