I thought I had it all: a new husband, a baby on the way, and a love that was meant to be. At least, everyone kept telling me my life was perfect.
When it all came crashing down, I ran. As far as I could.
Who'd have thought the one thing to save me would be bucking a cowboy called Wrecker?

It's lonely at the top.
Especially when you come from rock bottom.
I gave up on a love that lasts a lifetime. Gold diggers, fame wh*res, I just took what I was offered.
At least until I met the girl with the sweet curves and the kind eyes. The one who accepted me for who - and what - I am, not for the fame or the money. The one who might give me my second chance.
Or will she run away again?