Amaryllis Romance Series by Mandy Melanson

In the ten years I’ve spent touring and building this franchise with my brothers, not a single person has ever stood out in the crowd. It’s impossible to tell one face from the next when I’m up there. The mixture of fog, lights, flashing lasers, my astigmatism, and whatever else they put into the air to keep the crowd happy… It’s all just a mix for a big bunch of blurry fuzzy whatnots. She was not a whatnot... moreIn the ten years I’ve spent touring and building this franchise with my brothers, not a single person has ever stood out in the crowd. It’s impossible to tell one face from the next when I’m up there. The mixture of fog, lights, flashing lasers, my astigmatism, and whatever else they put into the air to keep the crowd happy… It’s all just a mix for a big bunch of blurry fuzzy whatnots. She was not a whatnot. She stood out in her ripped black jeans and that adorable neon yellow thing holding her hair up out of her face. I don’t even know what it’s called, but it was perfect. She was perfect. The bright pink tank top that hugged her in all the right places. Those bright yellow heels that made her back curve in just the right way. Those were definitely factors that caught my eye, but it's not why I can't get her out of my head. Her dark brown eyes and that smile—her smile. That’s it. That smile had me hooked from the second I ran on stage. I even stopped short of my mark and totally threw off the spotlight tracker. Why?Because I was too busy watching her and how she just fell into the rhythm of the music. It’s a good thing Chuck didn’t plan any pyro for tonight, or I might have been screwed.I’m not even entirely sure I sang the right lyrics to the first couple of songs. It was more a series of barely audible grunts, caveman style. Nash probably turned his mic up to help with the background vocals. They’ve all gotten really good at covering my ass over the years. I’m grateful the crowd didn’t seem to notice. All I could think about was trying to figure out a way to find out who she is. I still have nothing. So I’m sitting here like a lost, lonely little puppy just hoping to catch another glimpse. What if she leaves and doesn’t come through the line? I can see both Exit doors from here. I’m watching those two doors like a pitbull watches the gate at a junkyard. Maybe I am a lost, lonely little puppy. No.I am a pitbull puppy. And just like that pitbull, I will jump this table and bulldoze whoever gets in the way if I have to. less

A year ago, Amaryllis was on top of the world. We were the bestselling rock band of the last decade and only released one album through a major label—The Machine.What a mistake that turned out to be.Still, we wouldn’t change it for anything. Signing with them helped us learn about the sharks in this industry, and it taught us exactly what we never want to allow Amaryllis to become. My brothers and I built this band on the basis of family, community... moreA year ago, Amaryllis was on top of the world. We were the bestselling rock band of the last decade and only released one album through a major label—The Machine.What a mistake that turned out to be.Still, we wouldn’t change it for anything. Signing with them helped us learn about the sharks in this industry, and it taught us exactly what we never want to allow Amaryllis to become. My brothers and I built this band on the basis of family, community.That’s not something The Machine can ever understand.Being part of this worldwide community brought Griffin to his soul mate, London James. It helped Adair overcome his own wounded ego and finally begin to heal after the death of our parents. Now he knows the accident wasn’t his fault. The only one who holds guilt for that night is the drunk driver who stole their lives and forced four young boys to grow into men overnight.When we got the call that our parents were never coming home, I knew what I had to do, and I did it without hesitation. I am the oldest and was only a few weeks from graduation, so to emancipate myself and claim guardianship over my three younger brothers wasn’t too difficult…Even now, we’re all grown, Griffin is married, he’s adopted Carter, and has a child on the way. Adair is engaged to the love of his life, Carly Thompson. Travis is on a mission to find his person. And then there’s me…I grew up overnight and have spent every single day since focused on how to be the leader, the confidant, the father figure. Now, I don’t know what’s left for me with all of them moving on and starting their own lives. I’m too young for empty nest syndrome, but I’ll be damned if that isn’t exactly how I feel.It would be nice to connect with someone else, someone who might understand the changes I’m going through in my life and my career.Who else could possibly understand the headspace I’m in? They’d have to be seriously messed up and probably have one hell of a past.I wouldn’t judge though.We all have pasts and need a little help getting to the next stage.***THE UNEXPECTED DUET: A FRIENDS TO LOVERS ROCKSTAR ROMANCE is the third story in the brand new Amaryllis Romance series featuring standalone romance stories with no cheating and guaranteed happy ever afters.*** ONE CLICK THE UNEXPECTED DUET TO MEET NASH MILLER AND THE WOMAN WHO BRINGS THIS ROCK GOD TO HIS KNEES! less

Alyssa Maxwell, the girl who stole my heart in high school. The same girl whose heart I broke when I stood her up on prom night. One week ago, I walked out on a sold-out tour with only my daughter and the cash I had in my back pocket. Now, The Machine is ready to collect on damages caused by my abrupt departure. They launched an all out attack on my brand, which I should have expected after walking out on a national headlining tour... moreAlyssa Maxwell, the girl who stole my heart in high school. The same girl whose heart I broke when I stood her up on prom night. One week ago, I walked out on a sold-out tour with only my daughter and the cash I had in my back pocket. Now, The Machine is ready to collect on damages caused by my abrupt departure. They launched an all out attack on my brand, which I should have expected after walking out on a national headlining tour. The media is calling me the prodigal rockstar and labelling me as a loose cannon. I’m basically hemorrhaging money at this point…Alyssa is the only one who can help me combat the media tirades, but our history together might be enough to keep me from ever finding my way out of this mess.Can she forgive me for our past and help me salvage what’s left of my career and the future?MEET JUDE JERICHO AND THE WOMAN WHO BRINGS THIS ROCKSTAR TO HIS KNEES! less