Pretty Broken Series by J.R. Gray

Emory KerWho makes out with a random guy at a club while someone else is giving him head? Not me—that's who. I'd never even hooked up with a stranger. Welp, now I had. If you could call what I'd done hooking up. But it was so much more intimate than a hook-up. I'd tasted his lips as someone else made him come. He'd gasped into my mouth.Now I was sitting in front of him and he was asking me to kiss him again. River Wade We became famous overnight... moreEmory KerWho makes out with a random guy at a club while someone else is giving him head? Not me—that's who. I'd never even hooked up with a stranger. Welp, now I had. If you could call what I'd done hooking up. But it was so much more intimate than a hook-up. I'd tasted his lips as someone else made him come. He'd gasped into my mouth.Now I was sitting in front of him and he was asking me to kiss him again. River Wade We became famous overnight. One day I was a twenty-four-year-old drummer slinging pizzas to make ends meet and the next, I was a member of the most popular alternative band ever. Despite being world-famous, there was no connection in it. I'd lost touch with reality. With intimacy. I couldn't find a place to be normal. I'd lived my entire life straight-edged while watching obsession destroy my best friend. Obsession terrified me. That is until I met him. The first taste left me intoxicated. The rockstar obsessed with the writer—rather funny if you think about it. After a night with him, he vanishes into thin air, and all the money in the world can't help me find him.I have to track him down and convince him there might be millions of people who would do anything to get a chance to sleep with me, but I only had eyes for him. Convince this beautiful boy I'm pretty obsessed.Pretty Obsessed is an out-for-you romance, with a dirty-talking, obsessive rockstar who falls for a cinnamon roll writer. This is book one in The Pretty Broken series. All books follow a different couple. less

Saint VincentI might be the best-selling solo artist in the world, but my personal life is a disaster. For every number one album, there's a sea of my worsts, all documented in photos.Bad break-ups. Destroyed hotel rooms. Fights. Drugs. And just as many rumors.Every headline reaffirms the walls I’ve built around myself. Fame destroys everything it touches and I can’t let anyone close.The only exception is my best friend— Lowe Wilder.But I’ve fucked that one up too.It’s all about him... moreSaint VincentI might be the best-selling solo artist in the world, but my personal life is a disaster. For every number one album, there's a sea of my worsts, all documented in photos.Bad break-ups. Destroyed hotel rooms. Fights. Drugs. And just as many rumors.Every headline reaffirms the walls I’ve built around myself. Fame destroys everything it touches and I can’t let anyone close.The only exception is my best friend— Lowe Wilder.But I’ve fucked that one up too.It’s all about him. Every song, every lyric. Every piece of music I’ve ever written. I planned to carry that secret to my grave. He’s straight.Another break-up, another call to Lowe. I can’t bear to have another scandal splashed across the tabloids. At my absolute worst he’s here to pick up the pieces, and I ruined it all with a kiss.Lowe WilderI’m the least famous member of the most famous band in the world. I’ve sat in the background while we toured the world and tore each other apart.I wouldn’t have made it through any of this without Saint. He came into my life like a nuclear bomb. Unapologetic and with about as much destruction, but he’s kept me sane from across the world.Nothing could come between us.Until he kissed me and shattered my world.Pretty Toxic can be read on its own or enjoyed part of the Pretty Broken Series. less

Alister Fox: The pretty boy. The loner. Old Hollywood. I had all kinds of names as the least known member of the most famous band in the world. Behind all the hype and masks, I'm just a Pretty Wreck. No one knows the disaster I am, my secrets hidden behind style and a smile. I've been running for as long as I can remember, but I can't get away from the gilded cage of fame. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it together... moreAlister Fox: The pretty boy. The loner. Old Hollywood. I had all kinds of names as the least known member of the most famous band in the world. Behind all the hype and masks, I'm just a Pretty Wreck. No one knows the disaster I am, my secrets hidden behind style and a smile. I've been running for as long as I can remember, but I can't get away from the gilded cage of fame. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it together. I'm forced to go back on tour to play the summer concert circuit, and so is the guy I've avoided for two years. Ten years older than me, he's the bassist for the hottest punk band. He beds a different girl every night, but while the rest of the world slept, he'd crawl into my bed. He's the only person who has ever felt safe, but he's straight, so I ran from him, too. Now I have to face him and it's all unraveling. I'm afraid I'll be the first to break, bringing our fame crashing down. Kingsley Cole: My words have gotten me in trouble for as long as I can remember. They got me suspended from eighth grade and banned from online forums, but they also made us famous beyond our wildest dreams. Poetry and scorn. My deepest thoughts, raw and exposed for the fans to consume. They spawned rumors and ruin, and they’re about to do worse. He hasn’t spoken to me in years. But our secret keeps bleeding into my songs. My next album is a ticking time bomb and when it hits, it will be the end of us. What will be left but a pretty wreck? less

Caspian Locke I don’t think we even begin to understand love until we’ve lost the one we thought we’d spend the rest of our life with. I don’t think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it’s most likely our fault. And I don’t think we begin to understand life until we understand it comes in so many shades of gray. You can be a good person and still do irrevocable harm. Life is messy, so fucking messy. I hate it. Or maybe I hate myself... moreCaspian Locke I don’t think we even begin to understand love until we’ve lost the one we thought we’d spend the rest of our life with. I don’t think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it’s most likely our fault. And I don’t think we begin to understand life until we understand it comes in so many shades of gray. You can be a good person and still do irrevocable harm. Life is messy, so fucking messy. I hate it. Or maybe I hate myself. I thought for a long time I hated him. But I can’t hate Iris. No matter how much he hurts, I still carry this little fucking wish in the depths of my soul that one day he’ll forgive me and admit he still loves me. Part of life is living with the burden of what I’ve done and waiting for a day that will never come. This is that life. And we all come out Pretty F*cked. less