"The perfect blend of soul-crushing angst, laugh out loud wit, and heart-melting romance.ā (Helena Hunting, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author)
From number one Amazon best seller L.J. Shen comes a new, star-crossed lovers romance about loss, love, and meeting The One when you are too young to know how to keep them.
Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.
A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land.
An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny.
We signed a contract on the back of a Boarās Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together.
Eight years and thousands of miles later, heās here.
In New York.
And heās Americaās music obsession.
The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees.
The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe.
Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king.
But a king he became, and now Iām his servant.
Iām not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.
I have a career I love.
A boyfriend I adore.
An apartment, a roommate, a life.
I changed. He changed, too.
But Mal kept the napkin.
Question is, will I keep my word?
"The perfect blend of soul-crushing angst, laugh out loud wit, and heart-melting romance.ā (Helena Hunting, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author)
From number one Amazon best seller L.J. Shen comes a new, star-crossed lovers romance about loss, love, and meeting The One when you are too young to know how to keep them.
Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.
A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land.
An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny.
We signed a contract on the back of a Boarās Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together.
Eight years and thousands of miles later, heās here.
In New York.
And heās Americaās music obsession.
The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees.
The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe.
Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king.
But a king he became, and now Iām his servant.
Iām not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.
I have a career I love.
A boyfriend I adore.
An apartment, a roommate, a life.
I changed. He changed, too.
But Mal kept the napkin.
Question is, will I keep my word?