The guy I just met at the mansion I inherited from a complete stranger? He's drop dead gorgeous. Sexy. And rude with a Capital R. Turns out he's not the hot gardener as I wrongly assumed. He's not only a famous rock star who grew up in the house, he's also ready to fight for it. And being both hot-headed and Irish, he's going to fight hard and dirty. I'm not moving out. Full Stop. But neither is he. So we agree on some simple rules. We'll play roommates for a while. What could possibly go wrong? Living together with an Irish Hothead will surely cause a major storm. Let's hope bracing that storm won't turn into a hurricane.