I came to L.A. for my fresh start…and then my past showed up. I’ve moved on. At least that’s what I’ve told myself all these years after the boy from the streets left me to pursue his dreams. I have my own dreams now. And they don’t involve a 6’4 tatted hockey star who thinks he’s god. He tells me I’m the one. That he came back for me all those years ago… That he’s never going to let me go. The question is…is Ari Lancaster going to break my heart again? Or has my Mr. Wrong been the right guy all along…