RE-RELEASE BLITZ
A dirty-mouthed rocker is waiting for you.
Find out what it’s like
backstage with sex-crazed rockers. Filled with angst, laughs, and some
steam, Stevie J Cole’s Pandemic Sorrow Rocker sure to tickled your
rocker fancy.
JAG
Jag Steele.
Rock star. Womanizer. Addict. With endless nights of parties and screaming fans, Jag can have anything he wants. And he wants Roxy Slade, but Jag is the epitome of everything Roxy hates. His sexy smiles and determined advances do little to shake her. And then she sees a crack in his rock star armor, a broken past that she can't help but identify with. Is it enough to make her fall for this tortured rock star?
An addict and his high.
A girl and her shattered knight.
Could you fall for the bad boy you know will ultimately break you?
Rock star. Womanizer. Addict. With endless nights of parties and screaming fans, Jag can have anything he wants. And he wants Roxy Slade, but Jag is the epitome of everything Roxy hates. His sexy smiles and determined advances do little to shake her. And then she sees a crack in his rock star armor, a broken past that she can't help but identify with. Is it enough to make her fall for this tortured rock star?
An addict and his high.
A girl and her shattered knight.
Could you fall for the bad boy you know will ultimately break you?
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RUSH
Sex is all I need. I don’t need love.
I’m Rush Wilder, bassist of Pandemic Sorrow, which means I can practically have any woman I want—except Jules. She’s off limits because she’s part of that industry that owns my ass. And that’s fine, because I’m a rocker through and through. Girls that will never have me for more than one night. Wild parties. Tours. . .and Jules always in the back of my mind.
Sex was all I had. And she made me think maybe rock stars do need someone to love after all
I’m Rush Wilder, bassist of Pandemic Sorrow, which means I can practically have any woman I want—except Jules. She’s off limits because she’s part of that industry that owns my ass. And that’s fine, because I’m a rocker through and through. Girls that will never have me for more than one night. Wild parties. Tours. . .and Jules always in the back of my mind.
Sex was all I had. And she made me think maybe rock stars do need someone to love after all
Nook:
ROXY
When you don't want to hurt having the ability to be numb is your best
defense mechanism. And for a long time all I was doing was existing.
I thought Jag Steele was arrogant and entitled, the standard dick of a rock star. Funny thing is, people aren't always who you expect them to be. Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would hold any significance, but it did.
I found out that sometimes something that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.
Some people may say our story was too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.
I thought Jag Steele was arrogant and entitled, the standard dick of a rock star. Funny thing is, people aren't always who you expect them to be. Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would hold any significance, but it did.
I found out that sometimes something that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.
Some people may say our story was too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stevie
J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her husband and two
precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer
research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories
will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing
she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you
feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!
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