Seaside Pictures

Losing your ability to speak at the age of seventeen; it's not normal or fair. But trauma has a way of throwing normality out the window. Dani lives anything but a normal life: her sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood, her best friends are rock stars, and she has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime. But that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead, or that it's her fault. It seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually communicate on the outside. That is until Hollywood's newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his assistant for the summer. He's gorgeous, completely unavailable, and unobtainable. But that doesn't stop her from wondering...if things were different...would he want her? If she was whole, would he be the other half?

My name is shouted on rooftops. It's written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls, hell, my name is everywhere. To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house. My name is Zane Saint Andrews. I'm sex. I'm a rock god. I'm also... a virgin. What they don't know won't kill them right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain at listening to my song and knowing without a doubt I'm talking about them and only them. It worked for a while. Until a nerdy girl with glasses falls at my feet, literally, and suddenly I don't want to be Saint anymore. What I want? What I really need? Is to be kept. By her.

What's harder than having to babysit a bunch of musicians in the small town of Seaside, Oregon? Adding your ex to the mix. She hates me. I freaking loathe her. I was stupid enough to say yes. Stupid enough to take one last chance on helping rebuild her acting career. I'm a sucker for a challenge. But I didn't expect to care...

I had his posters on my wall when I was sixteen, and when I accidentally got pregnant in high school, his was the face I dreamt of when I closed my eyes at night. Now, over twenty years later, that dream has turned into reality. Not only is Drew Amhurst in my tiny town of Seaside, alive and in the flesh, but he's mentoring my rock-star son. Drew says he's mine for a week, and he made me three promises: no strings attached, no falling in love, and only seven days. He's confident he can help me rediscover myself both in and out of the bedroom, and I'm confident he's too arrogant for his own good. At the end of seven days, he swears he'll walk out of my life the way he came into it. The only problem is, the more I get to know him the more I want to surrender the last pieces of my heart and beg him to stay.