★★★★★"I LOVE this book." A rockstar romance love triangle without crossover, and everyone gets a happily ever after. And it all begins with a spilled glass of wine and a broken watch. If Meghan Hannah's not falling down, she's falling in love. She's a mess of herself and always has been. She's an expert at putting her foot in her mouth, tripping over nothing, and being a very loyal friend but love, not so much. But she thinks she has finally got it all figured out. Until she spills her wine on the wrong Rock Star. Now Meg needs to figure out what can truly make her happy or she may just end up falling down without anyone to help her up. MEG Everything is set and perfect. I know exactly what I'm doing. Why is the hot rock star smiling at me? Don't smile at me. I have my life together. Stop it, you stupid hot guitar player. Don't make me come over there and tell you I'm not interested. Fine. I'll talk to you, but just for a second. I mean, it is Ian Reilly, after all. Nope. Knock it off, Meg. Do not swoon. No swooning. Perhaps just one glass of wine. Divorce behind me. Solid life in front of me. I'm making the leap into domestic life again with this cross-country commitment move to New York. Even though I'm leaving my beloved Sonoma behind, as long as I can text, my nearest and dearest won't be too far away. But now, this gorgeous man is threatening to ruin everything. I was completely positive I knew what I wanted. Damn you, butterflies and goosebumps. I don't think so. I am absolutely ready to fly out to start my new life in the morning. And Ian Reilly is most definitely, positively not a part of any of that. But do you think he would mind if I took a quick peek at his famous rockstar abs?
Author
I used to create "dreams" with my best friend growing up. We'd each pick a boy we liked, then we'd write down a meet-cute that always ended with a happily ever after. Now I get to dream every day, although it's a little steamier these days. And I've discovered I can and will write anywhere I can. Keep tuned to Instagram to see all the times I fit in a sentence or two. I'm a writer, married to a writer, mother of a creative dynamo of a nine-year-old boy and currently a little sleepy. I'm a klutz and goofball and love lipstick as much as my Chuck Taylors. Good things in the world: pepperoni pizza, Flair pens*, wine, coffee, laughing with my friends until my stomach hurts, a musician at the top of their game, getting lost somewhere I've never been, matinee movies on a weekday, the Chicago Cubs, a fresh new notebook full of possibilities, bourbon on a cold night, Fantasy Football, witty men, walking through the local zoo in the rain and that moment when a character clicks in and begins to write their own adventure. I'm just the pen.
