(Blood & Bone Legacy, #1)
Publication date: April 22nd 2025
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
It was supposed to be simple: Film the tour. Build my portfolio. And for Heavens sake, keep it in my pants.
Then I met Felix Krasinski.
The captivating and infuriatingly cocky frontman of Velvet Drift commands attention everywhere he goes—including mine. Am I proud of it? No. I’m supposed to be filming their perfromance, not fantasizing about his perfect abs. I’m determined to be taken seriously, and hooking up with the ridiculously hot rockstar is the fastest way to tank my credibility.
Felix is always in control, and I’m an impulsive rule-breaker. We don’t make sense. But we can’t seem to stay away from each other.
Because, between his uptight habits and annoyingly perfect jawline, there’s more to Felix than his stage presence and legendary last name. He’s protective, vulnerable, and gets me in a way no one else does.
But my career depends on keeping things professional, and his future hinges on staying laser-focused on his band’s success.
Every heated argument, every stolen kiss, makes me want to throw caution—and professionalism—to the wind.
One thing’s certain—this summer tour is about to get a lot more complicated than I bargained for.
Walk the Line is the first book in the Blood & Bone and Turn it Up second generation series crossover. Grab this new adult, angsty, forced proximity, steamy contemporary rockstar romance. Walk the Line can be read as a standalone.
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“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” I protest as Dusty’s hulking frame fills the doorway of the trailer.
“Oh God, are you one of them vegans?” Dusty grumbles.
“Who even eats skunk?” I shake my head, and Maggie bursts into giggles beside me.
Dusty raises an eyebrow, and I realize I don’t want to know the answer to that. I just want my trailer back to ride out this godawful trip in peace. I am never eating fucking brownies again.
“Just—please don’t hurt Pepe,” I plead, staring up at Dusty with wide eyes.
“You fucking named him?” Dusty asks, while Maggie palms her face.
I shoot her a glare. “That’s his fucking name.”
“Jesus, I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” Dusty grunts.
“Give him a break—he ate five too many of Dex’s special brownies,” Maggie explains, playfully nudging my shoulder.
“Ohhh,” Dusty drawls. “Well, that’ll do it.”
Dusty sets the trap down with a thud and begins to bait it, while Maggie flings open all the windows, letting in a rush of fresh air.
“What do we do now?” I ask, frowning at them—my patience is wearing thin.
“We wait,” Dusty replies casually.
“We wait?” I throw my hands up. “I’m having the worst trip of my life, and you’re telling me to wait?”
I tap the cabinet. “I’m not fucking around, Pepe.”
“Well, that strategy is totally going to coax him out,” Maggie quips between giggles, biting her lip to suppress more laughter.
“Maybe you should sweet-talk him?”
“You’re the one he’s been talking to,” she shoots back, waving a hand at me.
I slump down into the chair. “I don’t want to be a skunk whisperer,” I whine, burying my face in my hands.
Maggie comes over, rubbing my shoulders gently. “It’s gonna be fine, really. And hey, look at the bright side, I’m not even filming this—because if I was…”
I whip my head around to glare at her. That’s all I need for this to be documented. She lifts her hands up to show that she’s not holding the camera and I relax.
Suddenly, I hear a sharp snap coming from inside the trailer, followed by the clanking of metal. We peer into the trailer to see Pepe munching on the treat like it’s a gourmet meal.
Dusty carries the cage down the steps and I lean out of the trailer, my heart racing slightly. “Where are you taking him?”
“Do you need a moment to say your goodbyes?” Dusty quips sarcastically, arching an eyebrow.
I shoot him an icy glare.
“Relax, I’m just gonna release him into the woods.”
“Can you at least not mention this to anyone?” I call after him anxiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head as he ambles away with the skunk.
“I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” I hear him say as he turns the corner.
I find Maggie spritzing my aftershave all over the trailer like it’s some magic potion.
I sit on the edge of my bed. Maggie stands before me, head tilted as she surveys me. She then pulls off my shoes, and I hear them drop to the floor. I flop back onto my pillow, feeling heavy and—let’s be honest—spent.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” I ask, grabbing her arm instinctively.
She sighs. “I guess not.” Then she settles onto the bed, facing me as I scoot over to make room for her.
I meet her gaze. Her blue eyes sparkle, and I can’t believe I’ve never noticed how the freckles dance across her nose and cheeks before.
“You’re really pretty,” I say, my voice a lazy whisper.
Maggie giggles, her cheeks flushing as she tucks her hands under her head, smiling at me. “Okay, Felix,” she says, skepticism lacing her tone.
“It’s true. I’ve thought about you ever since the first time we met.” I close my eyes despite wanting to stare at her, but the heavy feeling of sleep begins to steal me away.
“You mean when I called you a pampered rockstar?” she teases.
I smile, a lazy grin creeping across my face. “No, when I let the elevator doors close in your face.”
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