Hazel Archer is my new addiction. Nearly a year after becoming sober and staying out of the headlines my band, Blue Sunday, is back on the road with a new album. The last thing I expected was to be joined by the gorgeous, curvy author I met on the set of a morning news program, but I'm not complaining. She has a long history of being around shitty men and I'm happy to be her plot twist. Stone Tyler is larger than life and I'm locked in his orbit. He came into my life like a vengeful god, vaulting over a sofa to save me as if I was a damsel in distress. When my agent informed me the following day that my book tour was going to be combined with his album tour I didn't know what to expect. I certainly didn't think he'd be showing up in my room to spend hours writing together. Or that those nights would turn into something else entirely. Now we're so wrapped up in each other there's only two ways this will end. We'll either get an angsty breakup album or our happily ever after.