Damaged

Dex

It’s all fun and games until somebody dies. I learned that lesson the hard way.

Being a rockstar wasn’t all glitz and glamour. After an overdose almost landed me in the morgue, I needed an escape. So, I ran.

Straight into a small-town hottie and her morning coffee.

Her beauty and feisty attitude intrigued me, but without knowing her name, tracking her down would be difficult. Luckily, fate intervened, and we both ended up at the same Christmas party. To top it off, she had no idea who I really was. That was my idea of heaven.

It didn’t take long to figure out that she was just as damaged as I was. My only hope was that I could convince her to give me a chance to prove that we could heal each other.

Holland

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I only wish Life hadn’t taken it as a challenge.

I've endured more than my share of heartbreak. I threw myself into my career as a therapist and addiction counselor so no one would suffer like I had. It was my mission to save others, but I couldn’t save myself.

I was a hot mess.

Not as hot as the poor guy I dumped coffee on during my daily breakfast run. I was mortified. Until he opened his mouth. The man was an arrogant jerk. Come to find out, he was some hotshot, famous musician. I wasn’t impressed. But as we spent more time together, I began to realize the attitude was just a façade, and underneath the glossy veneer of fame lay a tattered, wounded soul.

Could we build something real, or were we both too damaged?

This is a crossover between my Written in the Stars Duet and KB Worlds Everyday Heroes.

Tropes: rockstar | billionaire | opposites attract | Christmas

Content Warning: drug use