Corinne Bailey Rae appears to have found love again three years after the tragic death of her husband.
The 32-year-old singer was left 'empty and hollow' when she was widowed in 2008 after musician Jason Rae died from a drugs and booze overdose.
But pianist and producer Steve Brown seems to have brought some light back to her life.
Return to happiness: Corinne Bailey Rae has found new love with a musician named Steve Brown;
The pair were pictured holding hands and kissing as they arrived at Leeds University where she was given an honorary doctorate of music.
Corinne beamed from ear to ear on her special day, with her special new man.
It's believed that Steve is a long-term friend of Corinne’s who has stood by Corinne since Jason’s death.
The talented musician is said to have inspired her to find her voice again after she turned her back on her career in the fallout after her husband's death.
As well as helping to put together her top five album The Sea when she finally returned to the music industry last year - Steve has been with the Mobo-winner on several overseas trips, including one to the White House.
He has been staying with the singer at her home Leeds, where she has her own studio and has been working on a new album due out next year.
Tragic: Corinne Bailey Rae and Jason in 2007
Jason Rae died at the age of 31, he was a saxophonist whose band played with Amy Winehouse and Mark Ronson.
At an inquest into her husband's death in December 2008 the Mobo-award winning soul singer described him as 'utterly irreplaceable'. The pair had met in 1998 and married three years later.
In a touching statement, she said her husband was a high achiever with an 'unquestionable' and 'innate' talent.
'He was a loyal and devoted friend,' she added. 'He is a faithful son and loving brother. He is very open and honest to a fault.
'My husband is my first and only true love. He is the most beautiful and complex person I have ever known.'
In a previous interview, Corinne revealed how the tragedy rocked her life.
She said: “I didn’t do anything for a year. I mean, nothing. I sat at my kitchen table for a whole year. People came and went, life drifted by. It was just bleak. Bleak;
“I didn’t even try to write. It was too big a thing, too raw. I was empty, hollow.”
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