Dallas Cole has had it.

After more than twenty years fronting the band he'd formed with his childhood friends, he's worn down by the constant grind of rock-and-roll superstardom. On a whim, at the end of their latest world tour, he bolts from his London hotel. No plan in mind, he just wants to fade into obscurity, get a chance to catch his breath and remember why he wanted to make music in the first place.

But it's not so easy for a rock god to disappear.

Elspeth MacCleary gets quite the shock when Dallas Cole crashes into her Bloomsbury bookshop and drunkenly demands a place to hide. By the time she's dealt with the mob chasing him, he's made himself inconveniently at home in her flat upstairs.

What does one do with an unconscious rock god?

What does one say when he wakes and asks to stay?

The superstar and the bookseller. The Yank and the Brit. The partier and the teetotaler.

Los Angeles and London.

Their love should be impossible. But maybe, where it matters, they're not so different after all.