Emma, the good girl poster child, is running from a life she suddenly sees as gray and suffocating - a life where she's successfully buried all her hopes and secret dreams. Until the night she wanders into Aftershock and is immediately drawn to the hot bass player. The electricity of his performance, the powerful music he coaxes from his guitar, the heavy vibration of each note reaches out to something deep inside her and wakes an Emma she didn't even know existed.
Marc doesn't much care for the groupies who hang around the band. He needs a woman he can create a future with that's a counterpoint to the craziness of the rock music business. When he sees Emma for the first time, something inside him cracks wide open. Just one sizzling glance between them, and he's sure he's found the woman to complete his life. But as the relationship grows, there's a huge stumbling block: Emma won't tell him her name. The sex is fabulous but he wants more.
Although Emma is finally finding her true self, her fear of everything falling apart builds a barrier she can't seem to cross. Marc is taking her on the joy ride of her life, but will her own insecurities destroy everything?
This was the stupidest storyline I've ever heard/read. No one is so sheltered that they won't give their own first name to someone to protect themselves. It was so irritating I couldn't even get to the end. The "heroine" was so immature and irritating I just wanted to slap her. Her friend has to explain reality to her throughout the whole freaking book. Give me a break! Ugh!!