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$19.95
Published on Jun 30, 2026 | 400 Pages
**DELUXE LIMITED EDITION WITH GILDED EDGES, GOLD FOIL, UV GLOSS AND AN EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE AND INTERIOR PLAYLIST**
For readers of Colleen Hoover, Penelope Douglas, and Kylie Scott, an angsty, steamy rockstar romance filled with love, loss, self-discovery and a killer 2000s playlist from New York Times bestselling author Kate Stewart!
When a music journalist finds herself torn between two men: the tortured rockstar she discovered and her fiancé who’s also her boss, she has to listen to the music of her heart to find the journey forward…
Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.
The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.
At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.
You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.
Two days.
One playlist.
And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.
For readers of Colleen Hoover, Penelope Douglas, and Kylie Scott, an angsty, steamy rockstar romance filled with love, loss, self-discovery and a killer 2000s playlist from New York Times bestselling author Kate Stewart!
When a music journalist finds herself torn between two men: the tortured rockstar she discovered and her fiancé who’s also her boss, she has to listen to the music of her heart to find the journey forward…
Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.
The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.
At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.
You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.
Two days.
One playlist.
And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.
