Fangirls of Evening Shade

When my life takes such a spectacular turn for the worse, my three best friends know the perfect way to cheer me up-a weekend trip to Evening Shade, Oregon. The movies that shaped my teen years put the quaint little town on the map, making it a tourist destination for werewolf-loving fangirls who want the full movie experience. And I'm a card-holding member of that eccentric fandom. After copious amounts of alcohol that lead to the revelation of the worst kind of betrayal, I kick my backstabbing ex-best friends out and decide to stay in Evening Shade for the rest of the summer. I have nothing to go back to, so why not? Enter my new landlord, Trace Bardin, a man thirteen years my senior and the spitting image of Wolf Daddy from-you guessed it-my favorite movie. The downside? Trace hates the comparison, and I make the colossal mistake of howling at him the first time I laid eyes on him. Don't judge. I was kind of drunk at the time. But if we can get past my little faux-pas and his conviction that I'm far too young for him, we could have the summer of our lives. Then I'll go back to Seattle, pick up the broken pieces of my life, and move on. Sounds like a solid plan, right? Right.

I messed up, and now it's time to face the music . . . literally. I thought I was helping. That I knew best. Even though he was saying he didn't want it, I knew he would be loved by millions if he'd just let the world hear his talent. So, I did it, anyway. I uploaded a video of my not-so-secret crush, Bram Baker, singing and playing his guitar to my popular and heavily followed BingBang account, and guess what!? I was right. The video reached millions of people, and a star was born. But now, Bram hates me. I disregarded his wishes, and his life changed without his permission. He never had any desire for the adoration of strangers, and my actions screwed up his perfectly average and peaceful existence. Just in time for my big move to Evening Shade, where he lives and tends bar at the small town's only tavern. To make matters worse, the apartment I was supposed to live in has gone up in flames, my second option-staying with my newly engaged best friend-has been taken away, and I'm running out of alternatives . . . until the man I'd been falling for before I betrayed him steps up and shocks us all, offering me his spare bedroom. This can work, right? Of course, it can. It has to.

Gavin Reese rose to stardom and became a teenage heartthrob ten years ago, but before that, he was just Gavin, an eighteen-year-old boy who caught my eye and stole my heart while filming the movies that would eventually make him a household name. We were friends first. I was only fifteen and too young for anything romantic, but over the next year, our friendship grew into something more. Something special. At least, it was special to me. Apparently, what he had with his gorgeous costar wasn't all smoke and mirrors and lines on a page. Ten years later, he came back to Evening Shade for a convention celebrating the anniversary of the first film's release. I managed to avoid him the whole weekend, but now that he's decided to stay for a while, I don't know what I'm going to do. But I know what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to fall for that sweet, good guy act. Not again. I may have fangirled over the boy who'd eventually become a star, but I refuse to fall for the playboy who's never had a serious relationship . . . including the one he had with me. Ouch. Why does that still sting?