Note to self: Working with hot Irish rockstars is like playing with beautiful, tattooed fire.

Spoiler alert: you will get burned.

I learned that lesson years ago when a musician who played at my family's bar tried to attack me.

I've had a strict no-musicians policy ever since.

So when Aidan Flynn and his washed-up band show up for a one-night gig, I know the drill: take his money, keep my distance, send him on his way.

Unfortunately, that plan goes out the window somewhere between his first smirk and me ending up on my back after hours, questioning every decision I've ever made.

Aidan is chaos wrapped in an Irish accent and a leather jacket. I am trying very hard not to be chaos.

He's a C-list rockstar who abandoned his family in Ireland to chase fame in L.A.—and now he's drowning in regret after his mother died and he never got to say goodbye.

I'm trying to save my family's bar after losing my father to cancer—and I can't afford to trust another musician who'll destroy me and leave.

When the bar needs repairs we can't afford, Aidan offers a deal: he'll use his industry connections to put on a series of concerts that could save us. But it means working together. Letting him in. Trusting him when every instinct screams to run.

The problem? This small town reminds him of the family he walked away from. And I remind him of the man he used to be before ego and ambition cost him everything that mattered.

He's starting to realize what he lost. I'm starting to believe I might be able to trust again.

But he has a world tour waiting. I have roots I can't afford to lose.

We both have to make peace with our pasts if we want any shot at a future.

And that means facing the things we've been running from for years.