"so what? you're a glorified fucking babysitter?" "and you're what again? a glorified fucking drug addict?" -- Talia Jackson count this job as her lucky break. How could she not? Huge cheques, paid vacations, and free publicity, all to hang onto the arm of an up-and-coming rocker-- who in their right mind would turn it down? But something seems wrong behind Harry's devilishly handsome good looks and leg-spreading charm. Talia knows he isn't who he says he is, and his bad-boy facade is covering up something much darker than he lets on...