With the lights on, it’s more dangerous…
Rory Stone’s days of grunge and poetry are behind her. Her reality now is in bags of Arabian brew, running open mic nights at the coffee house she works at, and counting the change in the tip jar. She’s doesn’t need songs or rhymes anymore, or family for that matter, and she certainly doesn’t need men. That is, until indie singer James Griffin shows up with a guitar, a smile and a husky voice singing her favorite Nirvana song.
James is no open mic newbie. He’s a full-fledged musician, already a star bound for bigger places than Hammond Falls, New York. Rory is stuck there, so falling for him isn’t an option. But their shared love of music makes the fall inevitable, as does James’s blush. He makes Rory want to unearth her former self, the one who lived for passionate words and good music and sex, and that won’t be good for either of them.
So what happens when James wakes Rory up to the world around her, and starts to rock her muse back into the present, both inside the bedroom...and outside it?