The Bloodfeather Promise — April Moran

He doesn't remember. She can't forget. This is gonna get messy... GreysonLike a pretty feather, Emerson Jane Banner drifts into my bed the very night I quit my band. Her kisses are a sweet drug, but I don't get her name before she slips out the next morning. Months later our paths cross unexpectedly. And yeah, maybe I don't remember her, but she's my newest addiction. I make myself a promise. I won't let her get away this time. EmersonGreyson Finch shattered my innocence, showed me desire, then kicked me out of his hotel room. I never thought I'd see him again after that night, but somehow, he finds me. Here's the problem. He doesn't remember me. Doesn't remember our kisses. Or how he made me beg for each one. And maybe I hate him, but I'll use this arrogant rockstar like he once used me. I make myself a promise. I won't let him break my heart again.