His warm breath washed over me as he whispered, “I missed you.” His careful hands crept their way down my back, causing me to shiver in anticipation. “Rosalie, you're mine.” he hissed, his angelic voice turning venomous. I could feel his intense gaze on my face and watched his eyes cloud over with anger and lust. He was bending down, his eyes now closed and his lips parted. Just as I was leaning in..
Rosalie is your typical misfit girl. She's either invisible or the center of a bully's attention, ever since she was young she's despised her stereotypical small town, the only thing she's ever been good at is singing. After getting into an A list singing agency Rosalie has the opportunity of a lifetime to be the opening act for One Direction as they go on tour, the only problem is.. She hates their guts. However, with a little help she just might find herself falling truly, madly, and deeply in love.
(Sorry I suck at summaries)