If you have been following me this month, you saw the New Year’s Eve fiction in my Red Letters world. Where our rock star on the rise tried to make time that mattered with the woman who was having a bit of a rough night of it. While she walked out of there regretting that real midnight kiss came from someone else (and, maybe the next year she regretting more) our male lead has his own regrets.

Sort of the moodiest character in the books. So, if we also saw her new year resolutions, I thought you might want to see the weight of fame on our moody man. It’s like a cross between a new year’s resolution and a list of regrets that you haven’t made peace with.