Tru Bennett works for a magazine. She has a happy life. She has Will, her boyfriend of two years, in her life. When she gets the chance to interview Jake Wethers she is conflicted. Jake's band The Mighty Storms are world famous. 
 She used to know Jake. They grew up together and she knows about his childhood trauma. He moved to America at fourteen, leaving her behind. He was her best friend and crush, he left her, and now after fourteen years, he is back. When she gets to the interview she is in shock. Her attraction to Jake is immediate and to her surprise he remembers her. 
 He takes her out to eat the next day and then makes her agree to become his personal biographer. For this she will need to leave with him on tour. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. She just doesn't know how to stay away from him. 
 Their desire for each other complicates everything. Yes, there is cheating in this book but it is not prolonged. 
 The story brings to light many issues in th elives of rock stars, including fame, drugs, alcohol, and women. 
 The book ends without a cliffhanger. YAY!!! 
 I'm also glad to hear that there is more to come. 
 4/5 Fangs 
 Wanting to change the subject, I say, "Okay, seeing as though I'm in interviewer mode, I want to ask - if you, Jake Wethers, had to pick one song as your title song to describe yourself, what would it be - and it can't be one of your own," I quickly add. 
 "Hurt," he answers without hesitation. 
 It makes me hurt inside he picked that song. 
 "Why?" 
 He lets out a light sigh. "Some people said Reznor was writing a lyrical suicide note, others said he was writing about finding a reason to live. I think it's both ... it just depends on which side you're looking at it from." 
 "And which side are you looking at it from?" 
 He stares at me from a long moment. My heart is hammering in my chest. 
 "Now? ... a reason to live." 
 My insides start to tremble. 
 "Reznor's version or Johnny Cash's?" I ask quietly, trying to conceal the pain from my voice. 
 "Johnny Cash." 
 "Why?" 
 He closes his eyes briefly. And in this moment I just want to magic up all the power in the world to soothe his pains away. 
 "Because I have a few things in common with him," he answers, opening his eyes. 
 "Like?" 
 "The drugs ... the women ... hanging out for the girl of my dreams." 
 I take a sharp breath in. Tears instantly prick the backs of my eyes. 
 He touches my face, his thumb smoothing over my lips. "You're my June, Tru." 
 Holy shit. 
 cross posted at my blog http://mrsleifs.blogspot.com