They liked to call me names.
Manwhore. Slut. Player.
But I make wrong look so right.
She's a fiercely independent violinist with abandonment issues. He's a perfectionist architect with too many flaws to count. The one thing they have in common is a healthy disrespect for the rules.
Tiel Desai's life is blissfully full of music: playing music, teaching music, and lecturing about music, and scouring Boston's underground music scene with the annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect. She left her past – including her ex-husband and a Greek restaurant in New Jersey – far behind, and she's happy pretending history won't catch up with her.
Sam Walsh knows everything about women. He understands their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and he knows how to get rid of them once he gets off. But Sam is shattering by small degrees, drowning his ghosts in gin, work, and obedient blondes, and Tiel might be the only one who can lead him out of his darkness.
They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.
It's the wrongs that make the rights come to life.