Depressed and mourning the death of her mother, her best friends are Adderall and a bottle of vodka. He's not a knight in shining armor, he's not even a good guy, and he has no time to save a broken woman. Their lives collide in the back office of an Irish pub and everything changes. Hearts beating, blood flowing, skin on fire - they finally feel alive. But this chance encounter leaves them both with a choice... I have a deep rooted love for star-crossed lovers and I wanted to write a story where the female lead is both the strongest and weakest character. Because let's be honest, no one can be strong all the time. Gemma's grief has made her reckless and it's that trait that leads her straight into enemy territory. Liam is a dirty talker with a soft spot for the Italian girl, but it doesn't matter much when their family feud goes back decades and true love doesn't matter much in these circles.