With her ailing father on his deathbed, a whispered secret sends Cadence’s life into a tailspin. Determined to either confirm or debunk her father’s claim, she sets out on a mission to grow close to the only man with evidence to set things straight. To do that, Cadence earns a position in an elite security firm owned by her father’s old army buddy, Noah “Mac” Mackinley.
Mac is the only man who could hold the evidence to support her father’s claims…
But first, she must prove herself worthy of Mac’s trust and get close enough to find the truth. Her first mission is to watch over an eight-year old girl, Harley Clark.
Harley is not an ordinary girl. She’s the daughter of a rock star…
Despite her fragile appearance, Harley has tenacity and brilliance like nothing Cade has ever seen. To everyone’s surprise—including her own—Cade forms an unlikely friendship with the beautiful wallflower.
Her first assignment just became more interesting…
When Harley’s rock star father, Jax Clark, enters the scene, Cade can’t deny the instant attraction for the self-proclaimed bad boy. Tattoos, piercing eyes, and a raspy voice that sends thousands of fans into a screaming frenzy, he’s more than just a heartthrob. Worse, Jax starts to pay her more attention than she expects.
She’s faced with a choice—get lured in by the celebrity world and lose any chance of finding out the truth, or stick to the plan and avoid Jax at all costs to earn Mac’s trust.
- Original Title:Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)
- Author:Michelle Jo Quinn
- Rating:7.88 / 10
Cade received the call that could change her life forever, which brought her rushing back to her office with a number of scenarios in her head. Why was she being summoned to a meeting with the boss? This could be her chance at finding the truth.
Her heart beat erratically as she took the steps two at a time, but she still wasn’t fast enough. It helped that she was above average height and obsessed at hitting the gym. Once she reached the top landing, Cade smoothed her hair and made sure she appeared less disgruntled than she actually felt. She grasped the door handle, pushed as much air into her lungs as she could, let out an unwomanly grunt, and willed her heartbeat to slow down before proceeding. It would take seven long strides to get to her destination once she walked through. Relenting to the nervous energy following her, trying to suffocate her, she closed her eyes and pushed the door open.
The silence was not unusual in th...