Xan Valentine, the rock star that Rolling Stone called "sex incarnate," stands in the spotlight every night and sings love songs to the women in the audience.
They swoon. They scream.
They believe him.
They don't know him like Georgie does.
They've never seen him nearly beat two men to death until someone pulled him off. They've never seen the coldness in his dark eyes when he sat across a table, negotiating a contract that broke their...