BAD DAY (Hard Rock Roots #4) - A New Adult Rock Star Romance
Book #1, REAL UGLY; Book #2, GET BENT; Book #3, TOUGH LUCK, & Book #5, BORN WRONG, are now available!
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'
"That's not a rule, that's a compromise. Being in love means making sacrifices, you said it yourself."
Turner Motherf*cking Campbell.
I'm into him, yeah, and I think I love him.
But the sh*t has just hit the fan.
Time for the angels and devils to crash.
Because if we don't, then this all falls apart, and we lose everything. The fans, the music, the relationships that are just beginning to blossom. This is it. Let's kick as*, take names, and let the world know who's boss.
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Naomi Isabelle Knox, she's everything to me.
And I know I love her.
But I can't ignore the sh*t storm that's taken over this tour, my tour.
Time to get serious; time to dig deep; time to take back the music.
Because if we don't, then I could lose her. She could die; we all could. Or worse. Time to show the world what we're made of, that we're here to stay. Say hello to your idols, baby. Your new gods. Say hello to Indecency and Amatory Riot. Your latest obsessions, your greatest desires.
Also Available From CM Stunich
-Tasting Never (New Adult Contemporary Romance)
-Losing Me, Finding You (New Adult Biker Romance)
-Hell Inc. (Comedic Paranormal Romance)
-The House of Gray and Graves (Urban Fantasy)
BAD DAY EXCERPT:
When we hit the gate in the back of the fence, Turner opens it and pulls me through, slamming it shut behind me before the bodyguard can follow us. He pushes my body up against the wood and presses his face in close. His breath smells like toothpaste and cigarettes and the bulge in his pants doesn't lie: he's feeling what I'm feeling right now. It's mutual. It's really f*cking mutual.
"You won't last," I tell him as he pushes up my skirt with his free hand. The other one remains wound around my fingers. Turner raises a dark brow at me as the bodyguard clears his throat on the other side of the fence.
"Hey, f*ck off, f*cker. We're busy here," he snaps and focuses his attention right back on me, eyes warm and shining, uncovering things that I don't want uncovered. I look away, at a cluster of dried up shrubs nearby. "Last, baby? You don't think I'll last?" He smirks. "Watch me."
