Maverick
I was a wreck. Opening for country music legend Trey Turner was supposed to be the highlight of my life. But I couldn't stay sober long enough to write a new song, much less put on a good show. Never expected the big man to call me out. But Trey was a recovering alcoholic himself. He knew the signs of self-destruction when he saw them. So, he hauled my sorry ass to a 12-step meeting. But I never expected to see her there…
Codie
I was a recovering alcoholic. Meetings were the only thing keeping me sane most days. Until he walked in to my safe haven and sucked all the oxygen out of the meeting room. Mav was my high school boyfriend. Sexy. Reckless. Self-destructive. And I was at my codependent worst when we dated, trying to save him from himself. Now I was smarter. Stronger. Independent. If Mav needed saving this time, he'd have to save himself.
