UNDER PEN NAME: K.B. LEE Rock gods aren’t made; they’re born. That’s a lie. They’re launched into the universe like shooting stars. At Wicked Riffs, rockers dream big and love hard while they claw their way to the top. Rock gods aren’t made; they’re born. That’s a lie. They’re launched into the universe like shooting stars. At Wicked Riffs, rockers dream big and love hard while they claw their way to the top. Harlow fell for Bowie, who can’t stop sampling groupies. Jaxx wants Harlow to sing his songs and warm his bed. Lobo’s Harlow’s friend, but he’d like more. This love triangle spins like classic vinyl. Men fall for the rocker and wake up with the small-town girl. Up is down in the cut-throat music business.READ NOW Mr. Fogey’s a teaching relic. No laptops, tablets, or cellphones are allowed. Bring your sharpened No. 2 pencil, have a seat, and wait to be bored. Brody would’ve ditched Lit class if it wasn’t for the new girl two seats over. Sammi’s unique, mesmerizing, has found a way to be part of every clique yet has no real friends. When the bug-eyed, bowtie-wearing Fogey asks the class to take a fairytale and fracture it, magic happens, friendships are made, and love blossoms.READ NOW INSTAGRAM: @k.b.lee.author