Rhythm, Chord & Malykhin

Twenty-six-year-oldGaby Barretomight be a lot of things (loyal, sarcastic, one of the guys and a pain in the butt depending on which family member you ask), but dumb isn’t one of them. When her twin brother invites her to go on tour as his band’s merch girl, she isn’t exactly screaming at the top of her lungs with joy.With no job opportunities pounding on her door, an ex-boyfriend she would still like to castrate, and no end in sight to moving out of her parents’ house in Dallas . . . It would be dumb to say no to the chance of a lifetime. Two bands, three continents, one tour. Spending the next ninety-plus days with three beloved idiots and eight complete strangers shouldn’t be a big deal, right?If only the singer of the headlining band didn’t have tattoos . . . a great personality . . . a fantastic body . . . and if he wasn’t so funny . . .Let’s be real: Gaby never had a chance againstSacha Malykhin.