Finn "Riff" Logan's band blasted to the top of the rock charts fifteen years ago with the bittersweet single, Beautiful Girl, and has dominated the music scene ever since. Riff has it all, except the woman he left behind.

Widow Serena Jeffries isn't the same sweet young thing who lost her heart and everything else to the local bad boy. Her life is filled with family, friends and the satisfaction of knowing she's earned her success. And if her love life is less than sensational well, something's gotta give.

When Celebrity magazine splashes an old photo of the young lovers on newsstands across the nation, revealing that Serena is the inspiration behind Beautiful Girl, Riff seizes his chance to win her back.

Can Serena get over the pain of the past to build a future with the man she never stopped loving?

EXCERPT

"What are you talking about?"

The sound of music and laughter came clearly over the line in the dead air left by Milo's silence. Knowing Milo, he was calling from some vitally unimportant see-and-be-seen party, the kind of thing Riff hated being trotted out at.

"Milo," he growled warningly.

"They found your girl."

"What girl? I told you Milo, I..."

"Beautiful Girl. The one you wrote about."

The air in the room felt hot against Riff's face, then burningly cold as the blood drained out of his cheeks and rushed back. He heard a faint plastic crack, and realized he was crushing the tiny cell phone in his hand. With conscious effort, he loosened his fingers.

"Riff? You still there?"

Riff dropped his head against the back of his chair and rubbed the heel of his hand into the renewed ache behind his forehead. "Yeah, Milo. I'm still here."

"Okay. Well, like I said, sorry I woke you. I just thought you'd wanna know."

He nodded, as if Milo were standing right there and could see him. He heard someone on the other end of the line call out. Milo's muffled voice responded, then got louder and clearer as he spoke into the phone again. "Right, Riff, if that's everythi..."

Riff jerked upright in the chair. "No!" He cleared his throat and lowered his voice to a less-panicked volume. "Hold on, Milo. Look, I need you to find out a few things and call me back. First, when's the story running. Second, where is she. And third ..." He paused. Was he doing the right thing? Fuck that. "What's her name."

Milo's barked laugh was full of disbelief. "You mean you don't know her name?"

"I did. She got married."