Nobody’s past stays buried for long, and mine is clawing its way back with a vengeance.

He might just be the only thing standing in its way…

One year ago, I died and ended up in Bridgeport.

It’s not the heaven I hoped it would be, but it’s not hell either. It’s a life I didn’t have before. A second chance I’m trying my hardest not to screw up by playing guitar, trusting only my bandmates, and wearing my music like a mask.

But when the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself, a residency at one of the hottest rock venues in the city, the paycheck is impossible to turn down—even if that leaves me at the mercy of the spotlight and the intense, guarded eyes of the nightclub’s owner. With his devastating good-looks and penetrating stare that feels all too familiar, he’s everything I should avoid… and everything I can’t seem to resist.

I can’t let myself get attached. I can’t let him drag me into another wreckage when I’m barely holding on as it is. But as the lines between safety and desire blur, I can’t help but question…

Is he the one dragging me back to hell, or am I the one dragging him?