In Heartless Lovers, I tell the story of my life in rock music from the inside out. Not the glossy version, not the one the industry preferred, but the truth as I lived it. From the mid 1980s through the decades that followed, I navigated a world that loved my talent and doubted my right to exist in the same space as men. I was praised, dismissed, desired, underestimated, and blamed, often all at once.Yes, I loved rockstars. Some of them loved me back. My relationship with Nikki Sixx was chaotic, intense, and addictive in ways that were not always healthy but were always real. We hurt each other. We held on longer than we should have. Walking away felt just as dangerous as staying. I write about Kelly, Slash, Sebastian, and what it meant to love in an industry where excess was expected and vulnerability was not.But this is not a book about famous men. This is a book about what it costs to be a woman in a business built to chew you up and call it entertainment. It is about sexism, survival, ambition, desire, and the thrill of standing on a stage knowing you earned every second of it.I had the time of my life.