Welcome to Reckless Hearts. The music is loud. The love is louder.
They’re the biggest band in America. Too bad the women they fall for couldn’t care less.
In 1986, four boys from the wrong side of Los Angeles become Brass Halo, the hottest rock band in the country. The world wants their eyeliner, their scandals, their screaming arenas, and every reckless inch of their fame.
But behind the magazine covers and sold-out shows, the band is fighting to stay human while the machine tries to own them whole.
Reckless Hearts follows four rock stars at the height of 1980s excess, and the grounded, sharp-tongued women who refuse to be dazzled by the spotlight. A frontman hiding from his own fame in a dying dive bar. A cocky guitarist forced to trust the woman who can save his hands. A silent bassist dragged back to the town and the love he left behind. A wild drummer burning out in public, and the one woman who won’t let him use her as another escape.
Four interconnected standalones. Four scorching happily-ever-afters. One band caught between fame, loyalty, temptation, and the kind of love that refuses to be packaged for the press.
For readers who like their rock stars filthy, their heroines unimpressed, their banter sharp enough to draw blood, and their happily-ever-afters hard-won under neon lights.
Coming late summer
The most famous man in America walks into Frankie DeLuca’s dying dive bar and she hands him an apron.
Frankie doesn’t know the gorgeous disaster dripping eyeliner and panic all over her floor is Saint, frontman of Brass Halo and the rock star every woman in America is screaming for. To her, he’s just Jesse. Too pretty, charming, clearly hiding from something, and bad enough at washing glasses to be a liability.
Jesse Roan is drowning in the fame he spent his whole life chasing. The sold-out arenas, the magazine covers, the record label trying to turn him into a brand. At DeLuca’s, nobody wants a piece of Saint. Frankie wants him to bus tables, fix the broken jukebox, and stop flooding her sink.
For the first time in months, Jesse can breathe. For the first time in years, Frankie lets herself want something that isn’t survival.
But fame doesn’t stay outside. When Frankie discovers the man behind her bar is the man on every bedroom wall in America, the secret that made them feel safe might be the thing that destroys them.
Because Saint can give the world a show and Frankie needs a man who stays.
Reckless Saint is a scorching 1980s rockstar romance featuring an incognito frontman, a broke and mouthy bar owner, sharp banter, found family, big feelings, and a hard-won happily ever after under the neon lights.
Before Brass Halo belonged to the world, they were four broke musicians with a rusted van, one almost-famous dream, and a bungee cord holding the whole thing together.
One night at the Troubadour changes everything. There are forty people in the room, six of them in the next band, and one man from Monolith Records watching from the back. Jesse Roan knows this could be the beginning of the life he’s been chasing for years. Sully’s guitar is screaming, Zee’s drums are barely legal, Gideon is holding the whole beautiful wreck together, and by the end of the set, the band finally has a name. Brass Halo.
But getting everything he ever wanted doesn’t feel the way Jesse thought it would. After the deal, the diner, and the first cold taste of the machine waiting to own them, Jesse finds himself outside a quiet little bar with a flickering sign and a broken door. Inside is a woman with a rag on her shoulder, a mouth sharp enough to draw blood, and no idea she’s about to become the one person he’ll spend the next year trying to forget.
This is the night Brass Halo is born. This is the ninety seconds before Saint becomes a legend. And this is where the real story almost begins.
Before the Halo is a gritty, sexy, 1980s rockstar prequel novelette and the perfect introduction to Poppy Lane’s Reckless Hearts series.
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