Your Tempo

**Holman College’s bad boy journalist might have met his match.**

I definitely don’t see her coming. All wild and sexy behind the drum kit, playing a blistering rhythm, a merciless beat. Vicky Cruz is a firecracker; her music makes that clear. Plus, she’s got the raven hair, deep brown eyes, and smooth, tanned skin of a Holman College rock goddess.

All bets are off once I write the review. Though I’ll do anything for a story, I don’t write for pleasure. I write to get clicks—to stir up trouble. And that’s definitely what I get when Vicky sees that I panned her trio.

Soon Vicky's fire is focused on me. Too bad my editor thinks we should write reviews together when he sees our explosive dynamic. Vicky’s too young, too inexperienced to know what she wants. But I know what to give her.

Screw doing anything for a story. Now, I’d do anything to get under Vicky’s skin…