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?