Pretending to date the most famous - and sexiest - rockstar in the country was supposed to get me out of debt, not into trouble.

Ethan Foster had his shot with me years ago, and he blew it royally when he ran off and chose his band over me.

And now he shows up out of the blue expecting me to crawl back to him?

Not a chance. My walls are rock solid.

But...so are his muscles...and those piercing blue eyes...and his...

No.

I know how that ends.

This is strictly a business arrangement to get me out of a mountain of debt and mend his womanizing image.

Throw a volatile ex-husband into the mix and my life is turning into a circus.

And living in the same house as Ethan is quickly blurring the line between fake, and dangerously real.

Who can I really trust?