Nashville Heat

When I met Dex Wilder, I was wearing a bed sheet and body glitter and serving hors d'oeuvres to a who's-who of Nashville music royalty. I certainly didn't realize that my sexy country music bad boy would become such a delicious distraction, the one man who could bring out the passion in me on stage or off. There was only one way to have it all, and I was going to do whatever it took to get it.