Amber O'Neill's new neighbor has been keeping her up all night--and not for any pleasurable reason Doesn't he know ex-ballerinas need to drown their sorrows in peace? Amber storms over, intending to tell this noise polluter where he can put his guitar, but ends up tongue-tied when she sees him in the smokin' hot flesh Guy Wilder can think of some much more exciting uses for Amber's sharp tongue and stunning physique, but he would be crazy to start...