There's no such thing as a second chance.
My fears of becoming an old, shut-in cat lady are shelved when I'm invited to go on tour after appearing in a popular singing competition. It sounds like a dream come true until my ex, Warren, shows up unannounced and with horrible timing. Did he have to see me in public, wearing pajama pants and greasy, unwashed hair?
Classy.
Warren's gorgeous singing voice and Southern charm are hard to ignore, but I will stay focused, even if it's the death of me. Easier said than done when one glance from him makes my insides turn to mush. Warren doesn't hesitate trying to win me back and as hard as I dig in my heels, I know I'm falling.
Somehow, Warren can make that potentially painful tumble all sorts of fun.
When I finally admit I might be brave enough to try again with Warren, I learn he's been keeping a secret. A big one. Our love was supposed to be written in the stars, but maybe it's a reminder that second chances don't really exist after all.
