She is my perfect melody, too young and pure for my wild Texas rockstar ways… and I’m about to shatter her gilded cage.
Eli Saint Clair
They call me a country music legend.
Maybe that’s true.
But when I’m not making music, I let booze and countless faceless women dull the pain that continues to haunt me.
Scarlet was never meant to intersect my rockstar lifestyle.
I didn’t know who she was: golf prodigy, social media darling, and heir to a political dynasty.
When I lock eyes with this graceful beauty singing my songs during a concert,
Her joyful spirit draws me like an irresistible melody, harmonizing with my inner chaos.
As my rough hands caress her silken curves,
Her velvet heat remakes my world.
I play her body like my sweetest instrument.
We create our own symphony of ecstasy, melodies I want to play forever.
But fate plays a cruel game on our dreams of forever.
A surprise pregnancy casts an ominous shadow.
Scarlet’s weak heart is a ticking time bomb, faltering under the strain of our baby.
Leaving me shattered at the prospect of losing her forever.