The world knows me as Hayat Cutter.
Yes, that Hayat Cutter.
Granddaughter to rock legend drummers Jesse Thornton and Devlin Cutter.
They put a set of drumsticks in my hands the moment I could grip them.
I never planned on riding the coattails of their success.
I’ll make my own.
And I did, as Havoc. My hidden, social media alter ego who has millions of followers. I grew my brand and showed the world what I was capable of without dropping either of my famous grandfathers’ names.
But the new band at my dad’s club doesn’t believe a girl can play the drums.
When they have to replace their drummer, I decide they need a little lesson in how girls are so much better than boys.
At everything. But especially at playing drums.
What I didn’t plan on?
Falling for the sweet golden retriever bass player. Jamie turned into a Dom every time he touched me.
Or the jerk guitarist who has turned glowering into an artform, but Sparks treats me like I’m the ultimate, precious treasure.
And I definitely didn’t plan on falling for the alpha-hole masked lead singer. Ky can make me weak with just a look.
But I did.
I wanted them all.
And who’s to say I have to choose?
