My name is Maggie Dawson. Architect by day. Aspiring writer by night. Single and definitely, irrevocably, absolutely, totally not looking.
Men are just . . .
I lie in bed, eyes closed, fists clenched, trying so hard not to think about my last epic relationship failure.
Or the one before.
Or the one before that . . . Well, you get the picture.
Courtesy of my narcissistic sociopath of a mother, I have serious abandonment, trust and self-esteem issues. Awesome combination, I know.
I’ve never had enough confidence to think I’m good enough for any man who shows me any sort of affection. Every time a guy says the L word or hints at a committing long term relationship, I panic. Literally, have a panic attack, break the guy’s heart and run.
At the same time, I’m afraid of being alone. That’s why I tend to attract a shitload of douchebags and stay with them to fill the void.
So here I am, living in a small apartment in L.A., unable to keep a single decent guy, uncertain about everything in life.
When Viktor—a very sexy Russian drummer who's been warming my bed recently and not exactly a douche, but I’m sure he’ll show his true colors eventually—invites me to an anti Valentine's Day party where he and the band play a couple of songs, I don't know it's going to be one of the craziest and most terrible nights of my life.
Especially when it turns out it's not an anti V-day party.
And I see Mike Gennaro there.
My Italian heartthrob best friend, and the only guy I'm sure I won't have a panic attack if he says the L word to me.
When dirty secrets and lies are revealed, what will each of the three do?
Get cozy with your favorite drink and grab your copy of Dirty Beats to find out what is going on between Maggie, her date the sexy Russian drummer, and her best friend the Italian Hollywood heartthrob on that crazy adult-themed party night in this super steamy contemporary romance.