Losing your family could have been the straw that broke the camel’s back, but it was losing my fiancé in a tragic city bus accident that finally crippled me. Years later, now accepting of my role as the grouchy bar owner of the hottest Irish pub in Manhattan’s East Village, I make sure that nothing and no one can hurt me again.
That is until Blake Trentnor, the lead singer of Cinder Faith walks into my bar and starts to chip away at my walls. Obsessing over a guy is not a smart move, especially the straight womanizing lead singer of the bar’s house band. No matter how hard I try, I can’t tear my eyes away from the guy blowing up the stage at Malachi’s Place.