The Spades Brothers Series Bundle

Get ready for the ultimate rockstar romance with the complete Spades brothers collection! These four novels offer it all: age gaps, brother's best friends, second chances, and secret babies. Rock on with passion and heart in this irresistible series!Books included:

Accidental Baby For My Brother's Best Friend

My brother’s best friend should come with a warning label…Never give him your V card.

Locke doesn’t do romantic entanglements that last more than a single song.

He doesn’t need a girlfriend, especially a young, inexperienced one.

No man that talented and good looking wants to commit to a nobody like me.

When finally given the chance to roll in the sheets with him I can’t pass it up.

He rocks my world the same way he rocks the stage, hard and with passion.

It was only supposed to be one night, but fate had other plans.

I gave him my V card, but he gifted me something in return that neither of us expected.

Now it's time I tell this Rockstar he’s about to be a daddy…

Accidental Secret Daddy

My Rockstar ex left me a parting gift after our breakup - a bun in the oven. And he just doesn’t know it yet.

He was my one and only…until he chose his rockstar lifestyle over me.

When his tour brought him back to town and became my next-door neighbor, my baby bump is on full display.

Just my luck.

So, I did what any girl would. I lied and told him it wasn’t his.

He’d never choose us over the Rockstar lifestyle.

But every time I see his piercing blue eyes and tattooed, muscular body, my heart begs me to reach out.

I can’t risk the chance of rejection again for me, or our child…

Secret Baby For My Best Friend's Brother

My best friend's brother took my V card four years ago and left a bun in the oven.

One night of passion was all it took to change my life forever.

He doesn’t remember, but I can’t forget it.

When I’m given the job opportunity of a lifetime I can’t turn it down.

Even if it means coming face-to-face with him.All I have to do is not fall for him…again.

And keep the biggest secret of my life under wraps.

When I see Jackson again, I am melted in his sea-green eyes.

It takes everything in me to not pull him in for a kiss…or more.

Watching him play with my son sparks emotions I thought I dealt with long ago.

They are like two peas in a pod, my son even has his green eyes.

I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted, but at what cost?

One night of passion, four years of lies, I have one chance to fix this.Or I lose my Rockstar forever

Baby For My Best Friend's Ex

Never give your V card to a hot Rockstar. He might turn out to be your best friend's ex... and your baby's daddy.

I left home to chase big dreams that went up in smoke.

One horrible night out leads to me being trapped with sexy bassist Samuel Hansen and his bandmates.

I’m not the girl that gets the guy, especially the Rockstar.

But everything with him feels right.

With his leather jacket, dark hair and tattoos, he is drool worthy.

Swept away by his charisma and charms, I happily give him the most cherished thing I have: my V card.

I’m in heaven and never want this feeling to end…until I discover he’s my best friend’s ex.

Dating him is totally against girl code.

But how do you choose between your best friend and the love of your life?

Now I’m stuck working with the one person I want but can’t have.

My life just got so much harder.

Especially once I learn I’m eating for two…

Excerpt from Accidental Baby for My Brother's Best Friend

“A tour, Locke, did you hear me?”

Jackson Arden shakes my shoulder as if I were deaf instead of just staring at him blankly.

“Who the hell would give us a tour?” I ask, gratefully taking the tequila shot when the bartender slides it to me.

Jackson's proud grin tells me the answer before he speaks. "My baby sister. She raised the money."

"Gemma?” I try to keep the disbelief out of my voice, but Jackson rolls his eyes.

"Don't act surprised. She's been managing Jack and the Spades since she turned eighteen. She's like a prodigy or something."

I hum in response. It isn't as if I don’t know Gemma has done a lot to market our band and get us the best gigs. Hell, she had somehow gotten our social media up to twenty thousand followers while we were still playing in dive bars. Gemma is capable, that’s for sure, but she is also a whopping twenty-one years old. They say age is just a number, but come on. This number shows she is even barely allowed to drink, how can she be responsible for our future as a band?

“Don’t be a jerk, Kincaid. It’s exciting! We’re even booked in Vegas!” Jackson chugs from his big bottle of water, never one to drink before shows. I can’t relate - big crowds make me nervous. Fame has never been my main goal - I live to make music. I never had big aspirations to be a famous musician - that’s more Jackson’s style. I’m a drummer, I’d be happy enough just to be playing at dive bars if nothing else. What's really important to me is doing what I love. It's nice to have fans, don't get me wrong, but the possibility of failure when there's thousands of fans rather than hundreds…that scares me.

At my age, hitting it big didn’t seem like much of a possibility - at least until Jackson came along with his little sister in tow, about half my size but twice the personality.

A tour means that Gemma's big personality is getting us somewhere, and while I'm still nervous, I have to admit it's also exciting.

As if she knows I’m thinking about her, Gemma swings open the back door of the bar, like she owns the place, with the most serious look on her face, her button nose scrunched up.

“Locke,” she greets icily.

I look away when she meets my eyes, signaling the bartender for a beer that I’ll take on stage, and Gemma lets out a breath in a huff. It almost makes me want to smile, but I force it back down.

Gemma Arden is cute and all—okay, fine, more than cute–but at a little more than ten years younger than me, I am not about to let myself look too long - especially since she is Jackson’s sister and Jackson is family to me. Also, those two come from a superior gene pool when it comes to looks. Deep brown with hints of auburn, Gemma’s hair has begun to grow out since the last time I saw her a few months ago. Past her shoulders, it bounces when she walks, and the hints of red often catch my eye underneath the lowlights of the bars we always play in. Not that I look at her that closely, of course. Not much, anyway.

She and Jackson both share wide eyes with long lashes, a pale green that seems striking on stage for Jackson and a little intimidating from Gemma.

She never did like me much.

At barely nineteen., and me closing in on the dreaded three oh, she thought she knew best. And maybe she did. I mean, she did get us a tour, right

But she never even tried listening to what my experience could teach her. I get it. They were used to having to fend for themselves since she and Jackson had a rough go of it after their parents died when they were teens.

I can relate, but it was more that I got kicked out at sixteen because my parents weren’t nearly as supportive as Jackson’s had been. Nevertheless, with Jackson, our similar backgrounds of growing up too quickly made us fast friends…it just isn’t the same with Gemma. I’d already been drumming for various bands and in my own garage for years before I tried out for Jack and the Spades, so I have my own ideas about the gigs we should book. Gemma, however, had already taken on the role of manager by the time we met, so we tend to butt heads a lot. I won’t even mention how we were in the beginning.

Still, I’d like to think we have a tenuous truce, but Gemma still mostly ignores me and my advice.
I see her in my peripheral vision, leaning over the bar and ordering her signature drink: a filthy vodka martini, no vermouth, just olive juice, well shaken.
The first time I’d heard her order it on her twenty-first birthday, I’d made a face.

“Filthy? That’s a hell of a drink for an innocent,” I cracked, and she smirked at me.

“Who's innocent?” she shot back.

I have to admit that her answer had intrigued me, just a little. Hell, maybe Gemma Arden intrigues me a little in general, despite my best interests.

The forbidden fruit and all that, right?