Damaged by Ember Dante

Dex:
It’s all fun and games until somebody dies. I learned that lesson the hard way.
Being the front man for one of the world’s hottest rock bands wasn’t all glitz and glamour, and five years of hard partying propelled me down a dark path, ending in an overdose that almost landed me in the morgue. After a trip to rehab and a heated confrontation with the band, I needed an escape.
So, I ran.
Straight into a small-town hottie and her morning coffee.
Her beauty and feisty attitude intrigued me, but without knowing her name, tracking her down would be difficult. Luckily, fate intervened, and we both ended up at the same Christmas party. To top it off, she had no idea who I really was. That was my idea of heaven.
It didn’t take long to figure out that she was just as damaged as I was. My only hope was that I could convince her to give me a chance to prove that we could heal each other.

Holland:
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. At least, that’s what I’d been told. I only wish Life hadn’t taken it as a challenge.
Losing my twin brother to a drug overdose and my fiancé to another woman meant that I had endured more than my share of heartbreak. I threw myself into my career as a therapist and addiction counselor to help others like my brother so their loved ones wouldn’t suffer a similar loss. It became my mission to save others, but I couldn’t save myself.
I was a hot mess.
Not as hot as the poor guy I dumped coffee on during my daily breakfast run. I was mortified. Until he opened his mouth. The man was an arrogant jerk. I couldn’t believe it when he showed up at the same Christmas party. Come to find out, he was some hotshot, famous musician. I wasn’t impressed. But as we spent more time together, I began to realize the attitude was just a façade, and underneath the glossy veneer of fame lay a tattered, wounded soul.
Could we build something real, or were we both too damaged?