I've pinched too many pennies. I'm in a foreign country, desperate for a decent place to live to stay close to my daughter. 

Enter my hero: Chris offers me a room at his house. Turns out, he's a goth-punk musician who's just launched into super-stardom and is striving to write the band's next hit.

I'm struggling to pay the bills by teaching yoga while trying to navigate living with a grumpy heartthrob. 

His gravelly voice and tortured-artist vibes shouldn't be so sexy, but as the temperature drops outside, things heat up inside. 

He may not treat his body like a temple, but he worships mine. 

Our lives are complete opposites, and a widowed mom like me has no place in his. This can only end in heartbreak.