The worst part about loving a rock star isn't the fame.
It's knowing the world will believe the lie before it ever asks for the truth.
Whether I'm photographing music icons, or working at the gentlemen's club, Eden, I'm the woman everyone wants. So when I'm hired to shoot Carter Ashford's world tour documentary, I take the gig. Even if he ruined my life at seventeen and never looked back.
My rules haven't changed:
Don't touch the rock star.
But Carter is still the only man who makes my hunger b...






















