Sky Mitchell (born Mitch Abrams), lead singer of uberpopular rock band The Universe, is hiding out in Baltimore because he's trying to figure out what to do with his life. He's broken up with his supermodel girlfriend and thinking about a solo career but having trouble writing songs. He steps into the pub and hears Teagan sing and after waiting through pop standards and folky acoustic, she ends on a pop-ier number which he decides he has to have. She's not interested in selling, however, and in the way of silly novel contrivances, there's a bet: pop will come up with a word and they'll take turns singing songs with that word in the lyric (two lines from each song), first one who can't think of another song within the time limit loses. If Teagan wins, Sky's proceeds from The Universe's upcoming T-weekend concert go to a nursing home Teagan plays music at; if Sky wins, Teagan helps Sky write the songs for his now-definite solo album.
Antics ensue. Mostly, papparazzi descend and the family decides to put Sky up for a few days. After a few days writing songs and engaging in sexual play that does not include Tab-P in Slot-V (or A) action (she's waiting for someone who meets a list of criteria that add up to love, and he's only looking for casual hookups -- this is a compromise), the papparazzi (which had been distracted temporarily by a red herring run across Mexico to put them off the scent) return in force. Sky and Teagan head off to a remote and tiny cabin in Virginia to finish the album and figure out that this whole compromise thing isn't working and then, sometime after that, that they really something each other, which a cynic might say was Teh Horniness got to them, but a romantic would agree was True Love.
In any event, they come back for the concert, concoct a plan to figure out who has been attempting to sabotage their working relationship and song output, narrowly avoid a Really Amazingly Dumb Plot and have climactic sex between sets at the concert. The dumb plot is dumb, but works great: it is actually believable that the characters who hatch this plot would come up with something that stupid.
Will I read more? I flipped on the radio on my kindle and tapped a few keys and voila! The third book awaits. This series has been a very successful part of my experiment in finding exclusively e-published books which satisfy my desire for trashy fiction.