Aerie Boone is a toad. At least according to every news outlet and online hater imaginable. Accusations of lip-syncing. Rumors of being dropped by my label. Reports of celebrity feuds and rivalries. And then there's my personal favorite... The pending annulment of a marriage I can't even remember agreeing to. When you're the sweetheart of country music, being a headline is a given. Living the headline is more of an uninvited surprise. I'm barely recognized for the massive success I've had. Now I'm famous because people love to hate me. I'm a public enemy, but no one knows my side of the story. I'm beginning to think it doesn't even matter. I'm burned out, hurting, and everyone thinks I have warts. Ew. Becoming a shut-in is exactly what the doctor ordered. Too bad my label has other ideas. They send me a solution... In the form of a red-haired, green-eyed man who wears sarcasm like armor. I don't want a stranger in my house. I don't want Nate. All I want is to go back to a time when I wasn't a toad. When I was country music's princess. But going back is impossible. Moving forward will change everything.