My life has imploded. I’ve lost my job, my apartment, and don’t even get me started on my non-existent love life. So it feels fitting to be living back at my parents’ home in South Lake Tahoe. It’s like I’m a teen again at the ripe ol’ age of twenty-six—only instead of delivering pizzas, I’m delivering overpriced salmon and kale to lazy ski bums. Is a quarter-life crisis a thing? Which is how I meet pop/rock legend Cole Jackson—delivering groceries to his ridiculous Tahoe chalet. Somehow he finds my scattered insanity charming. And I’m so tempted. Besides, isn’t that what people having a quarter-life crisis do? Have ill-advised flings? This fling has a definite expiration date. He’s going back on tour, and I have to get my life back on track. So why not spend this December in the arms of a rock star? What could go wrong? Oh, I’m definitely going to regret thinking that…

Every girl deserves a fairytale. I just didn't expect mine to happen at that summer festival and definitely not with a rock star. My life hasn’t turned out the way I’d hoped. I was supposed to be a backup dancer for a pop singer by now. But my dad died. So I’m working endless shifts at his diner and living above my stepmother’s garage. And when she makes me work instead of going to that summer festival, I think my dreams can’t get any further away. But then I meet a charming guy who whisks me away to the music festival, and I have the time of my life. Only when midnight strikes, my mystery man takes to the stage to perform. Holy sh!t. He’s really a rock star. And clearly I never knew him at all.