TOUGH LUCK (Hard Rock Roots #3) - A New Adult Rock Star Romance
Book #1, REAL UGLY, & Book #2, GET BENT, are available now! Book #4, BAD DAY, releases December 1st, 2013
Mature - Ages 18 and Up. Contains sex, drugs, violence, and rock 'n' roll.
From the Amazon Bestselling Author of 'Losing Me, Finding You' and 'Keeping Never'
*300 PAGES IN PRINT
"He wasn't just playing music, he was commanding sound and demanding sacrifice."
Ronnie McGuire is my target.
But I wish he wasn't.
I didn't sign up for this destruction, this pain.
In his music, I hear his soul crying out for me.
If I could, I'd run away from here and never look back because to tell you the truth, I'm terrified. There are forces weighing in on me that even I don't understand. I'm scared. Things are dangerous. This could get real ugly, real fast.
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Lola Saints is a godsend.
But I wish she wasn't.
I don't know sh*t about her, but already, I'm hooked.
When she plays, I can almost imagine the ghosts of the dead are calling out to me.
If I could, I'd shed my soul and leave the pain of the past behind me. But I can't. I have to figure out if there's a way to fall in love anew and respect the old. But something else is going on, something weird. Something that tells me my tough luck might just run out real fast.
*Author's Note: Missing Turner and Naomi yet? Well, don't worry. They're in here. For now though, we've got to spend some time with Ronnie and Lola, get a little more behind the scenes action. You'll get to see Turner and Naomi star again in the next Hard Rock Roots book (more information at the end of the book). Peace and love. ~CM
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TOUGH LUCK EXCERPT:
I close my eyes and imagine Ronnie sitting behind me, guiding my arms with his strong hands, pressing his body close enough to scald. I imagine f*cking him with a beat playing out in front us, regulating the rhythm of our bodies. I get so into it that when the song ends, I keep going, slamming out something completely new and different from anything we've done before.
At first, the movement in the audience slows when they see the rest of the band just standing there. But after awhile, the spotlight moves back over me and they start to stir, persuaded into motion by a beat that crashes into the brain and won't let go, the best kind of parasite. I invade their skulls and bring their bodies to motion, melting the pot of people into a roiling boil that doesn't let up, not even when Cohen tries to get the rest of Ice and Glass to play one of our assigned songs. It's not a bad tune, written just right, softened up and toned down for the masses. But Lola Saints doesn't play for the masses. She can't be censored or watered down or edited for public consumption. She plays for the fringes, for the nitty, for the gritty, for the ones that bleed black tears from their eyes.