Lost Stars

Growing up, Jude McCallister was the bane of my existence. My best friend. Fiercest ally. The most annoying boy in the world. At 18, the boy I loved to hate became the man I couldn’t live without. We were young. Madly in love. Invincible. Strong enough to weather any storm. Cocky enough to believe that no amount of time or distance could destroy us. When Jude finally returned home from overseas, it should have been cause for celebration. But the man I’d fallen in love with was gone, and in his place was someone I no longer recognized.

Brody McCallister was only supposed to be a means to an end. My golden ticket to get me closer to what I really needed - a way to make peace with what I’d done when I was 18, dirt poor, and left to fend for myself. I only had six weeks in the middle of a hectic world tour to do it. So the last thing I needed was to fall for a cocky cowboy. A walking contradiction with a charming grin, a dirty mouth, and a gift for healing wild and broken things.

Jesse McCallister. Motocross legend. Reckless heartbreaker. And the love of my life. Too bad he only thought of me as his best friend’s little sister. Naïve and innocent. Only 18. Completely off-limits. Unrequited love...was there anything more painful? Turns out there was - when he kisses you but has no memory of it. When he tells you his heart was broken and he doesn't believe in love. When he doesn’t want you kissing anyone else, but you're stuck in the friend zone.

Ridge McCallister: King of the junkyard. God of the gridiron. Cypress Springs’ beloved bad boy. With just a wink and a smile, he has most girls at his beck and call. Good thing I’m immune to his (debatable) charms. Don’t get me wrong, he is beautiful. With the body of a Greek god and the face of a fallen angel, who could resist? Too bad he’s so…Ridge. Every time he opens his mouth, I want to punch him. Or kiss him. No, I don’t want that. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Yet here I am in a no-strings-attached summer fling with the guy I love to hate.