Ophelia Martinez has a chance encounter with internationally famous rock-star, Trace Curtis. To Ophelia, Trace will always be the charming boy she met in high school. They share one night together in which Trace falls in love with Ophelia. But Ophelia knows she can’t continue to live in the past, at least not with the secret that haunts her present.
He’d shared his bed with plenty of women in the past, but none of them made him feel the way she did; that sweet, frail girl whose voice rung when she laughed, whose skin smelled like honey dew melon. An urge rose from his chest, one so overwhelming it suffocated him. He wanted to be with her always. He wanted to hold her close and protect her, to be the only one to touch her, to love her.
Yes, that was it. Trace loved her. The realization sent his hand clawing at his chest. He had to find her. In a panic, he dressed and flew out of the hotel room. He almost forgot to check-out at the desk. Once outside, he realized he didn’t know where to begin looking for her. It drove him crazy that he couldn’t remember where he recognized her from. Hell, he didn’t even know her name. Great, Trace. This is just great.