I’m the lead singer for Straight Wicked, the hottest rock band in years. Every woman wants to be my muse. But that position is already filled. Lust, love, heartbreak, anger - every word I sing is for her. Except she doesn’t belong to me. She used to be my brother’s woman, but now she’s drowning in grief and I’m soullessly plotting. I want her to see me. I want her to hear my music. I want her to know my words. I should feel guilty for what I’m about to do, but I don’t. She needs to move on and I need to fucking breathe again. I’m a substitute for no one. My name is Levi MacKenzie and I’m in love with my brother’s fiancé.