Owen Blackbourne and his team have spent the last six years working together and forming a family bond that they thought couldn't be tested. Beautiful Sang Sorenson easily makes her way into their family, but she is too sweet to see the impression she has made on all of them. They are all faced with a decision, push Sang out of the family or convince her to date all of them.

I don't get to have feelings, good or bad, not if I want to function. • • • • • • • • • "Just tell people. They might surprise you." "They never surprise me. And they never look at me the same. It's a joke, or it's a weakness, or I'm a freak show." It came out more bitter than I think either one of us was expecting. I yawned and it pissed me off, which just made me yawn again. "And every f***ing time, once someone figures out what it all means, they ask me the same goddamn question in front of everyone, and then that's all they can think of. Just once, just one f***ing time, I'd really prefer not to be the kinky freak of the office." He quirked up one side of his mouth and couldn't meet my eye. "You never know, Abs, some guys are into that sort of thing." • • • • • • • • • Not appropriate for anyone under 18 years of age. This is an original work of fiction, all characters and the story are mine. The beginning is a little rough and I'm struggling with it, so feedback is appreciated. All rights reserved. Copyright ©2018 by V.E.S. Pullen

...except I'm not. Not anymore. Not since I left four months ago in the middle of the night, after sleeping with my husband's best friend. That my husband is the lead singer of Euphoric -- yeah, bet you didn't know Mal had a secret wife! -- and his best friend is Big, the drummer, just means this sh*t's gotten complicated. If you're asking yourself why the hell I would cheat on Mal, even with Big, well... maybe I should introduce you to some groupies that Mal knows, and you can ask them. I left, but Big tracked me down, and now Angus, Nick, and Drew know where I am too. And let's not forget about Mal. Believe me, no one can forget about Mal. ~oOo~ This is an original short(-ish) story, a reverse harem rock star romance. If we want to get technical, it could also be considered a second-chance and friends-to-lovers story as well. I like to cover all my bases. HEA guaranteed. Not appropriate for anyone under 18 years of age. If swearing bothers you, this is not the story for you. No musicians were harmed in the making of this story. There are references to self-harm and cutting. This is an original work of fiction, all characters and the story are mine. All rights reserved. Copyright ©2018 by V.E.S. Pullen