Love might be my name, but it had eluded me for my entire life.

After finding out that the woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with was already married to someone else, I gave up on ever finding my soulmate. Every relationship I'd ever been in had crashed and burned, and I just couldn't take any more heartache.

And then I met Willow. The moment I laid eyes on the gorgeous fiery-haired pop star, I knew I was in way over my head.

I was supposed to manage Willow's career, not fall for her. But the more time I spent with her, the more I found myself wishing I could manage her heart too.

Was history doomed to repeat itself, or was finding a happily ever after possible after all?