Moving across the world was hard. But moving into a mansion with Europe's hottest rockstar? That's harder still... I’ve pinched too many pennies. I’m in a foreign country, desperate for a decent place to live to stay close to my daughter. Enter my hero: Chris offers me a room at his house. Turns out, he’s a goth-punk musician who’s just launched into super-stardom and is striving to write the band’s next hit. I’m struggling to pay the bills by teaching yoga while trying to navigate living with a grumpy heartthrob. His gravelly voice and tortured-artist vibes shouldn’t be so sexy, but as the temperature drops outside, things heat up inside. He may not treat his body like a temple, but he worships me. I’ve already been a widow once. I’m not going to do it again. Especially not for a bad boy...even one willing to give up everything for me.