Unquiet Mind Series by Anne Malcom

People make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul. I’ve read every novel I could. I’ve lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind. Then he came. Killian. He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn’t complicated. It’s simple. Beautiful... morePeople make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul. I’ve read every novel I could. I’ve lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind. Then he came. Killian. He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn’t complicated. It’s simple. Beautiful. Some say love at first sight doesn’t exist, that you can’t find your soul mate at sixteen years old. Those are people rooted in reality, chained to the confines of life that dictates how you are meant to think. Killian broke those chains. He broke everything, shattered it so I can see that reality is overrated, that daydreams can somehow come to life. My life tumbled into darkness in the time after I met him, so dark I’m not sure I’ll ever see the light again. But he is always at my side. His life means he knows how to navigate the dark and he can lead me out. I wade through the darkness with him at my side. We’ll be together forever; I’m certain of that. Until I’m not. Note: This is book one of two. Killian and Lexie's story does not end here and will be continued in a following book. less

Gina: Freshly brewed tea. Earl Grey, loose leaf. Rain on the windowsills. The smell of library books. Escape into worlds greater than this. Solitude. Invisibility. A quiet life. Maybe boring, but boring was never dangerous. Until I saw what I was missing out on. Who I was missing out on. The man who shattered my boring, safe life and lay it to ruin. The man I’d been in love with since I was a teenager. Who I’d been invisible to since I was a teenager... moreGina: Freshly brewed tea. Earl Grey, loose leaf. Rain on the windowsills. The smell of library books. Escape into worlds greater than this. Solitude. Invisibility. A quiet life. Maybe boring, but boring was never dangerous. Until I saw what I was missing out on. Who I was missing out on. The man who shattered my boring, safe life and lay it to ruin. The man I’d been in love with since I was a teenager. Who I’d been invisible to since I was a teenager. The man who just happened to be a world-famous rock star. Sam: Whisky. Neat. Leave the bottle. Crowd of hundreds of people. No, make it thousands. All shouting my name. Live fast. Die... Die? I’m too young, too famous and far too badass to die. Death doesn’t happen when you stop breathing, it’s what happens before that. Death is the monotony of life. The grave? Well, all the greats live there. You’re not a rock star until you die before you’re thirty. The grave doesn't bother me. Just the quiet. That is death in the life of rock. But then... her. She’d been there all along and I’d been too blind, too obsessed with the fast, loud life to realize where the real Nirvana lay. In the silence. Even the grave couldn’t hold me if I didn’t get her. And I’m a rock star. And a badass. And as stubborn as I am good-looking. I know how to get what I want. I also know how to kill anyone who gets in my way. less

He's world famous.The most eligible bachelor in Hollywood.Owns the stage and thousands of hearts around the world.The bassist of Unquiet Mind.Rock royalty.But he's none of that to me.To me, he's just Wyatt.The teenager I met in my best friend's garage.I promised him he'd never get into my bed or into my heart.It turns out I lied.

I give myself to strangers. When I'm on stage, and when I'm off it. Whether it's throngs of screaming fans or just one man, it's always outsiders. People who don't know me. Not the real me. It's easier, because then it's not so obvious that there is no real me. Just layers of lies. Then I'm peeled back to the nerve. Showing the world my ugly. Everyone sees me for what I am. Rightfully so, they hate me. Almost as much as I hate myself. I'm willing to hate myself for what I've done... moreI give myself to strangers. When I'm on stage, and when I'm off it. Whether it's throngs of screaming fans or just one man, it's always outsiders. People who don't know me. Not the real me. It's easier, because then it's not so obvious that there is no real me. Just layers of lies. Then I'm peeled back to the nerve. Showing the world my ugly. Everyone sees me for what I am. Rightfully so, they hate me. Almost as much as I hate myself. I'm willing to hate myself for what I've done. To wither away into some washed up old rock star. But he doesn't let me. I want to hate him. He doesn't let me do that either. less