Sugar, We're Going Down — Michelle Hercules

They say nothing compares to the first kiss. That sentence needs to be amended. Nothing compares to the first kiss from Oliver Best. I knew in the moment our lips touched that the cocky rockstar would be forever imprinted in my mind. I also knew that loving him would be my destruction. And yet, love him I did. Oliver Best, former rockstar, heir to one of the largest fortunes in Great Britain, and the country's most infamous bad boy. Saylor Blue Carter, college drop-out, lead singer of a struggling band, not a penny to her name. When they met, it was hate at first sight. Oliver was an arrogant ass. Saylor was a cold-hearted bitch. These were the thoughts they had for each other. Until that kiss. That life-altering, earth-shattering, nuclear kiss. They knew what that kiss meant. They knew anything between them would be explosive and without hope for a happily ever after. So they vowed to forget, they tried to stay away. But now with their best friends' wedding approaching, all bets are off.