He burned me once. This time, I won’t be the one consumed by the flames. Torren King is rock-and-roll’s broodiest bachelor. Mysterious, moody, and coveted by nearly everyone. But to me, he’s just the sad boy who set fire to my heart, then reduced me to ashes in the desert. For four sweltering nights, I burned for him, and he conquered my heart one whispered lyric at a time. But on the fifth night, he shattered me in the way only a flawless rock god can: irreparably, and with devastating finesse. Four years later, the last place I expect to be is sitting before him, reading through a contract with a pen poised in my fingertips. A favor for a favor, he says. A US tour and a fake relationship in exchange for the answer to all my problems. I hate him. I hate that I need him. And what I hate the most? He doesn’t remember me. At all. But despite the burning chemistry between us, the rapidly blurring lines and the suffocating attraction, He’s still the rock star who ruined me. I refuse to let myself forget.