When I moved back home, I was at my most vulnerable: no job, newly divorced from my possessive ex, and living with my parentswhich might have been okay if I could get along with my mother.
Once I'm settled in, I find a job quicklyand a guy named Scott who makes my pulse quicken, both because he's a sexy tattooed drummer and also because he's an arrogant prick. I love him as much as I hate himbut I'm damaged goods and have no right to him. Besides, this bad boy has his own possessive not to mention his own issues.
Can we heal each other and find redemption, or are we destined to live our lives alone?