One night. That's all I thought I needed with Gunner Stalls, but he's swarming my thoughts and taking over my emotions, the mark from his lips and tongue burning a constant reminder of how he set me on fire. I can't erase my feelings toward him. I need another night with the drummer from Addicts Unite. What makes me nervous? The information I found when I went against my better judgment and Googled his name. As if his lifestyle weren't already the exact opposite of mine, now I've got an idea of just how bad the skeletons in his closet are. New York will be the test on how far I'm willing to push myself out of my comfort zone.