CHAPTER 1: ROCK STAR COCK JUNO’S POV June 12th Dear Diary, I swore I was done with musicians after Jake, that emotionally volatile guitarist who ghosted me mid-tour for a groupie with a trust fund and daddy issues. I promised myself no more late-night jam sessions that dissolved into even later-night entanglements, no more lyrics whispered against my skin, no more calloused fingers that knew exactly how to pluck strings and pull orgasms from my body in the same breath. I lied so spectacularly that it should be a crime. I’m f*****g the entire band now, all four of them, and last night they discovered my delicious little secret. But let me back up, because the way I gained this kind of intimate access to The Hollow Saints is half the thrill. I’m Juno Vega, twenty-four, freela

