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A steamy age gap, forbidden rockstar romance between a sexy drummer and the daughter of the band's new producer.

She’s the forbidden fruit tempting me to risk it all. 

I shouldn’t want Tamsin Cross for three very obvious reasons: she’s eighteen, inexperienced, and worst of all, our producer’s daughter. But from the first moment I saw her she drew me in. 

Now I’m forced to see her every time we’re in the studio recording our latest album, and every day I come closer to cracking. 

Until I do. 

And if I thought my imagination of kissing her, touching her, loving her was powerful–it’s nothing compared to the real thing. 

Our relationship might be forbidden, but I’ll put it all on the line for her. 

Forbidden Intent is a steamy age gap, forbidden romance and the second book in the Rapturous Intent Rockstar Series. It is best if it’s read after book one, but it can be read as a standalone. 

Content Warning: This book contains mentions of sexual assault and recovery, drug abuse, overdose, and sudden death. 

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Main Tropes

  • Age Gap
  • Drummer/ New Producer's Daughter
  • Sexual Assault Recovery

Read Chapter One


My leg bounces in my chair while I sit listening to Trent record the same lyrics he’s been working on for the last three hours. My head rests in my hand as I lean my elbow on the arm of the chair and try not to fall asleep. We’ve been working our asses off on this new album, and the long hours and lack of sleep are finally catching up with me. 

Ned, our sound tech, stops recording and turns to Decker Cross—the biggest producer in Los Angeles and the man who’s about to make this album our best yet—and asks about making a minor adjustment. My eyelids feel like they weigh five tons while I listen to them drone on about tone inflections on certain words. 

When Robbie told us Decker had shown an interest in working with us, we all thought he was fucking with us. Decker only works with Grammy-award-winning and Billboard chart-topping artists. And while we hit one of those milestones, we have yet to get a Grammy. 

But that might all change with Decker in our corner. 

I thought we’d made it big before, but we’ve reached another level if we’re working with the elite of the LA music scene. It’s a humbling experience. If only I was getting better sleep and could actually keep my damn eyes open today, then it would be even better. 

Turning to Robbie, I whisper, “Dude, I gotta get some caffeine in me or I’m gonna fade fast.”

He glances at Ned and Decker discussing the vocals. “There’s a coffee shop halfway down the block.” He hands me a ten-dollar bill and says, “Be back in twenty minutes, or I can’t guarantee that Decker won’t try to replace you.”

I’m pretty sure he’s only half kidding. 

But my eyes feel like sandpaper, and if the weight of my eyelids gets any heavier I’m going to turn into one of those cartoon characters who prop their eyes open with toothpicks. We’re not even halfway through this session, so I snatch the ten from his hand and make my escape. The walk is fairly quick, and the fresh air helps wake me up a bit. But then the aroma of coffee beans hits my nose the second I walk in the door, and it’s like I can already feel the caffeine jolt. Whoever invented coffee is my god. It’s the life-sustaining force that keeps me going. 

Making my way to the counter, I stand behind a woman with wavy, light-brown hair, wearing a black tank top that downplays her breasts but teases a hint of cleavage and purple skinny jeans that mold to her pert ass. However, it’s not her outfit that initially catches my attention, but the half-sleeve tattoo covering her shoulder and upper arm. I can’t completely make out the image, but the giant moon with a face in front of navy blue clouds intrigues me. She places her order, and it’s her voice that hits me next. The melodic rhythm of the way she talks combined with the huskiness made popular by Old Hollywood actresses make me want to listen to her for hours. 

I’ve always had a weird thing about voices. Just add it to the long list of “weird” things I’m into. But weird is subjective. It’s all normal to me. 

She finishes placing her order, pays, and then walks over to the pickup counter. I covertly watch her walk away, but the idea of her catching me and thinking I’m a creep forces my gaze away from her and back to the barista at the register. I step forward and place my own order, reminding myself that I’m on a time crunch.

She’s still waiting for her drink—or drinks as it appears—when I make my way over to the pickup counter to wait on my own drink. I’m grateful I’ve never liked drip coffee because it gives me more time to find an in with her.  

Unlike other people, she doesn’t stare at her phone to waste time while she waits. Instead, her hands are in her back pockets, her elbows bent, her body language open and relaxed. I’m intrigued, but I’ve learned from personal experience never to judge a book by its cover. Too many times, people see my long hair and laid-back personality and assume I am some stoner drummer. 

While I do occasionally smoke weed, that’s not my drug of choice. No, it’s always been the high I get from a sexual release that I’ve sought after. 

“A vanilla latte and cappuccino,” the barista calls out, and the brunette walks forward and grabs the two drinks. 

“Thanks so much,” she says in that sweet voice that makes my gut clench and my dick start to harden. Thank God for tight pants and a long shirt that hides any hint of what her voice is already doing to me. I can only imagine what she can do with that rockin’ body.  

She walks over to the condiment bar to add cream and sugar to one of her drinks, and I fight the urge to bounce on my feet to dispel the nervous energy suddenly coursing through me. I want an excuse to talk to her, but I can see my window of opportunity closing fast. I just need one chance. 

“A six shot Americano,” the barista calls out, and I pounce on the chance to grab my drink and make my way over to where the brunette is still fixing her coffee.

I normally know what to say or what move to make when I’m about to flirt with a woman, but this one has me all kinds of twisted, and I can’t figure out why. 

“Excuse me,” I say as I step next to her and grab a sugar packet from the holder in front of her. I don’t usually put sugar in my drink, but I know this is my last chance to make something happen here, and adding sugar seems like the best way to extend my time at this counter and gives me an excuse to be in her space. 

“Oh sorry, I’m totally hogging the space,” she says as she moves a step away from me, making room for me to put my drink on the counter while I doctor it with cream and sugar. She places the lid back on her coffee, and I know I’m about to lose my chance. 

“I’m Miles,” I say, brushing my hair back and smiling at her with my most winning grin. 

Her hazel eyes sparkle with what looks like amusement, which is not the reaction I was expecting. “I know,” she says before walking away. 

She’s out the door before my brain catches up with her movements. She knew who I was? How is that possible? She didn’t steal glances at me—I would’ve known since I was stealing plenty of glances at her. She didn’t look at me with recognition or like she was a fan. What the hell just happened here?

Thrown off and uncharacteristically disappointed, I put the lid back on my coffee and power walk back to the studio since I’m dangerously close to hitting that twenty-minute mark. I make my way to our recording booth, still processing my interaction with coffee girl and why I was so thrown off my game. 

When I step into the studio, I freeze, my eyes not convinced what I’m seeing isn’t a figment of my imagination. But no, coffee girl is standing next to Decker, the second coffee she got at the shop now in his hand. 

“Miles, glad you could make it back in time. If I’d known where you were off to, I could’ve told you to save yourself some time. Tamsin was picking up my usual for me.”

“Tamsin?” I ask, my eyes bouncing back and forth between him and the woman who has captured my attention since the moment I saw her. 

“My daughter,” Decker says, taking a sip of his coffee and turning back to the board. 

His…what now?

Fuck me.

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My Favorite Things in this Book

One of my favorite scenes in this book is when Tamsin starts to feel broken and Miles gives her the ultimate control by using his bed restraints on himself, so she can feel powerful, instead of powerless. His tenderness and care for her is incredible, not to mention the very HOT bedroom "lessons." I also love Tamsin's friendship with Rikki, and how supportive Rikki is.

  • "Wow where I don’t normally read books that have so many twists and turns and emotional roller coasters.
    However, this book had me gripped from the start & did not disappoint at all!

    I will not spoil it for other readers, however I feel like I’ve been on an emotional journey with all the characters from start to finish & definitely want to know what happens to each character and how they evolve through each book in the series!

    The author has definitely done herself proud with her writing skills and storylines and I’m so glad I decided to give this book a chance.

    It managed to grasp my attention with its ‘blurb’ and kept it the whole way through which takes a lot believe me.

    Definitely a 5* read!!"

    -Goodreads Reviewer

  • "Y’all. I have been on a smut kick lately. Like the more smut the better. So, when I read that this was an age gap, forbidden romance? SIGN ME UP.

    I was not disappointed! Tamsin & Miles were beautifully chiseled and their story was deliciously addictive! I couldn’t get enough!!! Of course the sparks and passion they flew between them was incredible!

    I definitely recommend this one if you love forbidden romances. It’s page turning, 4.5 ⭐️Worthy and I am going back and reading book 1 in this series simply because I need more & I’m now a forever Cadence Keys fan!"

    -Goodreads Reviewer

  • "I love Tamsin and Miles!

    Forbidden Intent is book #2 in the Rapturous Intent Rockstar series. Its a steamy, age gap, forbidden romance.

    Tamsin is 18, a freshman in college and is spending time interning with her dad, Decker, who is working with the rock group Rapturous Intent on their new album. Tamsin has been thru something traumatic and is working thru it. When she first meets Miles, the drummer for the band, they are instantly attracted to each other, but she is off limits due to being the producers daughter and being younger than him. But, they can't stay away from each other.

    I loved this book so much! I haven't read Cadence before but i want to read all of her books now! This is an emotional read and you need to read it!!

    Now, im off to read all the Cadence Keys books!"

    -Goodreads Reviewer