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  Lust. Hate. Love.

  Ella Frank

  Brooke Blaine

  Copyright © 2019 by Brooke Blaine & Ella Frank

  www.brookeblaine.com

  www.ellafrank.com

  Edited by Arran McNicol

  Cover Design: By Hang Le

  Cover Photography: Rafa Catala

  Cover Model: Fabián Castro

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Contents

  Synopsis

  Also by Ella Frank

  Also by Brooke Blaine

  Prologue

  1. Killian

  2. Levi

  3. Killian

  4. Levi

  5. Killian

  6. Levi

  7. Levi

  8. Killian

  9. Killian

  10. Levi

  11. Killian

  12. Killian

  13. Levi

  14. Killian

  15. Levi

  16. Killian

  17. Levi

  18. Levi

  19. Killian

  20. Killian

  21. Levi

  22. Killian

  23. Levi

  24. Killian

  25. Levi

  26. Levi

  27. Killian

  28. Levi

  29. Levi

  30. Killian

  31. Levi

  32. Killian

  33. Killian

  34. Killian

  35. Levi

  36. Killian

  37. Levi

  38. Killian

  39. Killian

  40. Levi

  41. Killian

  42. Levi

  Epilogue

  Special Thanks

  About Ella Frank

  About Brooke Blaine

  Synopsis

  USA TODAY bestselling authors Brooke Blaine and Ella Frank continue the story of sexy Fallen Angel rockers Killian and Levi in LUST. HATE. LOVE.

  As the sexy, charismatic bassist for world-famous rock band Fallen Angel, whatever Killian Michaels wants, Killian Michaels gets.

  Or at least that was the case until the band’s gorgeous new manager, Levi Walker, shot him down after a blistering first kiss.

  For Levi, managing these five guys is the opportunity of a lifetime, and he’s not about to let a case of sexual desire get in his way. He’s efficient, professional, and plays by the book. But tension simmers beneath Levi’s cool exterior every time Killian’s near, and soon enough the passion boils over, consuming them both.

  As the Corruption tour takes them from country to country, a heated game of cat and mouse ensues. Levi tries to deny the irresistible pull of Killian’s seductive nature, but with an attraction as strong as theirs, it’s only a matter of time before the lust-filled hate turns to love.

  LUST. HATE. LOVE. is the fourth book of the Fallen Angel Series and follows a new couple in the band. It can be read as a standalone or following ANGEL.

  Also by Ella Frank

  The Exquisite Series

  Exquisite

  Entice

  Edible

  The Temptation Series

  Try

  Take

  Trust

  Tease

  Tate

  True

  Confessions Series

  Confessions: Robbie

  Confessions: Julien

  Confessions: Priest

  Confessions: The Princess, The Prick & The Priest

  Confessions: Henri

  Confessions: Bailey

  Sunset Cove Series

  Finley

  Devil’s Kiss

  Masters Among Monsters Series

  Alasdair

  Isadora

  Thanos

  Standalones

  Blind Obsession

  Veiled Innocence

  PresLocke Series

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  ACED

  LOCKED

  WEDLOCKED

  Fallen Angel Series

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  HALO

  VIPER

  ANGEL

  An Affair In Paris

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  Sex Addict

  Shiver

  Wrapped Up in You

  All I Want for Christmas…Is My Sister’s Boyfriend

  Also by Brooke Blaine

  South Haven Series

  A Little Bit Like Love

  A Little Bit Like Desire

  The Unforgettable Duet

  Forget Me Not

  Remember Me When

  L.A. Liaisons Series

  Licked

  Hooker

  P.I.T.A.

  Romantic Suspense

  Flash Point

  PresLocke Series

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  Aced

  Locked

  Wedlocked

  Fallen Angel Series

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  HALO

  VIPER

  ANGEL

  An Affair In Paris

  Standalone Novels

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  Sex Addict

  Shiver

  Wrapped Up in You

  All I Want for Christmas…Is My Sister’s Boyfriend

  Prologue

  Killian

  Six Months Earlier

  I TOOK IN a deep drag of my cigarette, and when I exhaled, the smoke formed a cloud that passed over the Atlanta skyline. Tequila buzzed in my veins, courtesy of Halo’s sister, Imogen, thrusting shots in my direction all night, quieting the voice in my head that told me what I was thinking was a bad idea.

  Instead, I tried to focus on tonight’s success and being on top of the world. We’d just killed our first show on the Corruption tour, and if that was any indication of how the rest of the dates would go, we’d be flying high for months.

  So yeah, I was feeling fucking good. But I could be feeling better…

  My eyes drifted in the direction of Fallen Angel’s new manager. Levi Walker: an enigma wrapped up in a handsome package, one I’d tried not to notice, but lately, I had been failing miserably. It didn’t help that I’d noticed him watching me too when he thought I wasn’t looking. Charming, self-confident to the point of cocky (which, in this business, you had to be), and so strikingly good-looking that it was no wonder Levi seemed to get whatever he wanted. That was exactly the reason I’d wanted him to take us on as our manager, because he was a guy you didn’t say no to, which meant he’d be able to fling open doors for us.

  And maybe a small part of why I’d been adamant about him replacing Brian had to do with the way he made my dick hard. Viper and I seemed to have that much in common when it came to new guys.

  Levi looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine as I lounged against the wall, taking another inhale of nicotine. Damn, he looked delicious tonight. His blond hair swept across his forehead in the breeze, and he’d pushed up the sleeves of his turquoise button-down shirt, showing off his tanned arms. I’d never thought I had a type until the day I met Levi Walker. One look at him—combined with all that self-confidence—and I knew where this was headed.

  He held my gaze until I exhaled, and when the smoke escaped my lips, Levi’s eyes dropped to my mouth.

  Fuuuck.

  My cock throbbed behind my jeans, the way he was watching my mouth making me rock hard in two seconds flat. When his
gaze traveled down over my body, I groaned.

  God, what the fuck was he waiting for? A sign? My permission? I was pretty sure my entire body was telling him exactly what I wanted, and from the way he wet his lips, I took that as a sign that we were on the same page.

  But when Levi’s eyes met mine again, there was something unreadable there, and then he looked away, focusing back on the crowd of people around him.

  Godfuckingdammit. I was beginning to think I’d have to spell this shit out for him. But it’d have to be later, because Viper and Halo were headed in my direction.

  I bent one of my legs to rest on the back of the wall, hoping to hide my erection, as they came to a stop in front of me.

  “Hey,” Viper said, his hand encompassing Halo’s.

  Ah, the lovebirds of Fallen Angel. If I didn’t like them so much, and if Halo hadn’t simmered Viper to a low boil, I’d probably gag at all the heart-eyes shit. But I couldn’t do that, and I found it impossible to resent either of them, not when Viper was happier than I’d ever seen him. And Halo had been good for him and for the band.

  But right now, they both looked like they’d rather be anywhere but here, celebrating on the roof of the hotel with about a hundred others.

  As I looked between the two of them, I smirked. “Lemme guess. You’re leaving.”

  “Aww, whoever said you’re just a pretty face?” Viper said.

  I brought the cigarette to my lips for another drag and then blew the smoke over my shoulder. “If I’m honest, I’m surprised you both lasted this long. I figured you would’ve split hours ago.”

  Viper wrapped an arm around Halo’s shoulders and said, “If it’d been up to me—”

  Halo whacked a palm on his chest. “I was being sociable.”

  “I was being frustrated,” he said.

  I laughed, but my eyes caught on Levi for the umpteenth time tonight. He’d moved to the opposite side of the party, chatting it up with a crowd surrounding him and hanging on his every word. I didn’t like the way one guy in particular was eyeing Levi like he had plans for them later, but I couldn’t think on that for long, because Viper looked in Levi’s direction and said, “Something you seem to be familiar with these days.”

  “Huh?” I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Levi back to where Viper gave me one hell of a smug look.

  “Being frustrated. You seem…preoccupied,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not preoccupied.”

  “Could’ve fooled me,” he said. He seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much at my expense. “You can’t keep your eyes off our new manager. Not to mention, you didn’t invite anyone here tonight. That’s very unlike you. Thinking about starting some intra-band relations yourself, huh?”

  Figured Viper would be the one to pick up on that. I stubbed out my cigarette in one of the ashtrays. “The thought might’ve crossed my mind.”

  “Uh huh. I fucking knew it.”

  I shrugged, not bothering to disagree as I looked back in Levi’s direction, and this time, I saw Halo and Viper follow my gaze.

  As if he could feel my eyes on him—hell, all our eyes on him—Levi slowly turned in our direction, and when he saw us staring, he narrowed his eyes, as if wondering what mischief we were up to now.

  “Act fucking normal,” I said under my breath. “I don’t want you two to scare him off before I go over there.”

  Halo, obviously feeling the alcohol tonight, started to laugh. “Oh my God. You and Levi?”

  Not that I wanted anyone to know my business, but if the alcohol had gotten to Halo, it’d gotten to me as well, because I was feeling pretty damn good right now—and more than a little ready for some action.

  I shot Halo a wink. “If I’m lucky. Now you two get the hell out of here.”

  Viper had an amused look on his face as he said, “Do I need to tell you not to fuck up a good thing here?”

  “I mean, you can,” I said, shoving off the wall and looking between Viper and Halo, who had zero room to talk. “But you’ll get the same answer you gave me.” When Viper arched a brow, I shrugged. “It’s none of your damn business.”

  Viper lifted his hands and backed away as Halo shot me a wide grin and said, “Good luck.” Then they were gone, and thank fuck for that. With those two around, I knew Levi would keep one eye on them for any trouble, but with them out of the picture, maybe he’d finally make a move. Or be receptive to mine.

  I made my way through the crowd, my eyes zeroing in on Levi. He didn’t see me coming; his back was to me, and he was leaning in to a guy who looked too interested, laughing at something Levi was saying.

  An irrational flare of jealousy went through me at the move, and as I approached, I stepped between them, cutting off their connection. The smile I gave Levi then was full of a confidence I didn’t normally feel to quite this extent—thank you, tequila—and the puzzled look he gave me indicated as much.

  “Mind if I steal you away?” I said, and then over my shoulder to what’s-his-name, I added, “Band business.”

  When Levi quickly excused himself, I practically patted myself on the back. Step one, complete.

  “Is something wrong?” Levi asked, keeping pace with me as I walked to the far end of the party, where a cluster of private cabanas lined the pool. The area was off-limits to guests at this late hour, but when we approached, one of the security guys lowered the rope without a word. “I saw Viper and Halo talking to you. Did something happen?”

  I didn’t respond as I chose one of the cabanas facing away from the party for ultimate privacy and made myself comfortable on the large, round sunbed.

  “Killian? What’s going on?” Levi’s forehead creased as he stared down at me, the moonlight lighting him up from behind as if he were standing in a spotlight. I may have been drunk, but I wasn’t blind—he was sexy as hell.

  I patted the cushion beside me. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”

  Levi eyed me warily but sat. We’d never been anything more than completely professional to each other, so he had no reason to think I would do anything inappropriate now, despite the looks we’d given each other. Even so, I noticed the stiff way he sat, his back straight, his eyes focusing straight ahead.

  “What did you want to talk to me about?” he said.

  His words came out with an air of caution, so instead of diving right in, I’d ease him into it. Yeah, good plan… “Tonight went well, don’t you think?”

  Levi’s eyebrows rose slightly, like he wasn’t expecting me to say that and didn’t believe that was where I’d been heading. Again, he thought carefully about his words before saying, “You guys played a great first show.”

  “Thank you.” I lay down on my side, propping my head up on my elbow and tracing the patterns on the cushion with my finger. I was aware that the move had my shirt rising enough that he could see how low my jeans sat on my hips, and I watched his eyes roam over my uncovered skin before he swallowed and quickly looked away.

  Ahh. So he wasn’t completely oblivious to me, was he?

  “Did you watch?” I said. Let him think I meant the show when I really meant me.

  Levi kept his gaze straight ahead. “That’s my job, Killian. You guys pay me to watch over you.”

  I pushed off my elbow to a sitting position and scooted closer to him. “But do you enjoy it? Watching?”

  “If I wasn’t a fan of the band, I wouldn’t have taken this job.”

  His jaw was set, his whole body tense, like he was holding himself back, and it was that struggle that made me smile. “If you like watching us so much, then why won’t you look at me?”

  When his breathing grew faster and he still didn’t say anything, I took a chance. I laid my hand on his thigh, over the material of his crisp white pants. His eyes shot to mine immediately, and this close I could see the gold flecks in them.

  “What are you doing?” he said, his voice coming out in shards of steel, but when he didn’t push my hand away, I inched it higher up his
thigh and leaned in closer. I could practically taste the citrus on his breath from whatever he’d been drinking tonight.

  “I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I know you’ve caught me watching you…”

  “Like I said. It’s my job.” Levi’s words said one thing, but his body language said another, and when I moved in closer and angled my head slightly, his eyes dropped to my mouth, and that was all it took for my self-control to snap.

  My lips were on his in half a heartbeat, but when he froze, I had a moment of panic. Had I gone too far? Had I completely read his signals wrong?

  Not wanting to move away and fuck my chance, but not willing to push him further if he didn’t want this, I kept my lips lightly grazing his and lifted my free hand to curve along the side of his neck. My touch made Levi shiver, and his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a shaky exhale.

  Give in, I thought. Give in to me…

  I don’t think I breathed as I waited to see what he’d do, if he’d meet me halfway. But when he let out a curse, I had my answer.