Hanleigh Bradley

Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses.
Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

Clover has grown up with Rockstars for parents. They expect her to follow in their footsteps. But Clover doesn't want to be famous, she just wants to create the music she loves.

Will that change when her twin brother needs her to take his place in the pop band Saving Creed?

Her crazy mother puts a wig on her head, bandages up her boobs and throws her onto the stage at the London o2. Suddenly, she finds herself living with four hot men. The only problem? They all think she's her twin brother, Creed!

Will Clover be able to keep her identity a secret or will she fall in love with her four band mates?

Lust & Lyrics

The morning after we finished the album, the house is especially quiet. Surprisingly, not because we're all hung over but because we're all packing for the tour.


We'll be leaving in a matter of days and Mrs Levon has filled our schedules with interviews and television appearances, leaving us with no spare time to do anything, let alone pack.


Clover is sitting on my bed reading a book as I move around the room flinging things into my case.


She glances up from her book, taking in the disarray that is my packing.


Raising an eyebrow at me, she smirks. She stole that expression from Nash but in my opinion, she wears it a thousand times better than he does.


It's bizarre how we're all rubbing off on her in our ways.


"Need a hand?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.


"You're alright. You just stay right where you are."


"You're really sh*t at packing," she remarks, climbing up onto her shins and peering into my case with a look of mock horror.


Chapter 62: Netfix & Chill