With enough pain in his past to fuel a thousand songs, New York rocker Bran isn't looking for a muse. His style is to ditch - girls, sobriety, sanity. Even the name on his birth certificate. When he meets irritating, uptight Ava, new thoughts start to spin. And, unfortunately, they're all of her.
To survive at the Melbourne record label where she works Ava has learned to shun boorish, egotistical musicians. No matter how gorgeous they are. What a pity for her the latest hotshot singer swaggering around the studio happens to have a lost-boy frown to die for.
How will they cope when first impressions prove to be deceiving?
Dark forests, rogue waves, and pinned, brittle dragonflies. Someone's having nightmares.
Sizzling-hot New York rocker Bran is sure of just two things in life. You can't rely on anyone. And love isn't real. With music and a wild surf to subdue his demons, he can cope with anything.
Except maybe Ava.
The feisty girl, who works for his Melbourne record company, is a total pain in the butt. There's no way she could be the key to overcoming the traumatic past he keeps well-hidden. Or is there?
Note: This book contains drug use, strong language, slang, 'intoxicated speech', and Australian English spelling. This reflects the author's direct experience of working in the Melbourne music industry.
