Rock You by Candy J. Starr
(Fallen Star #1)
Publication date: April 8th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Rock You
(Fallen Star #1)
Blurb:
Working for a cranky, old hermit in an isolated house sounds like Ruby’s
idea of heaven – but her boss isn't quite what she expects.
Tex is a fugitive from the rock and roll world – a tragedy abruptly
halted his career. No one knows why he quit, no one knows where he is.
The two of them live in the same house, avoiding each other, until Tex
screws up, endangering their lives and forcing them to move into close
quarters. Suddenly, the idea of human contact seems more appealing, if only
with each other. The sanctuary they have built is enough for Ruby -- the man
she grows to love is Tex the hermit, not Tex the rock star -- but the outside
world encroaches.
She thinks their fledgling love can’t shine brighter than the rock dream
but can Ruby bare to let Tex go?
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
I was curious to know what he was like on stage.
Could the brooding man that had been thrown into my life actually capture a
crowd? It sounded like that festival he’d been asked to headline was a huge
deal. He wouldn’t be offered something like that without a reason.
The signal on the beach was a bit dodgy and I
had to wait for an age for the video to load. I’d found a clip of him
performing, not just a video clip with him lip syncing to a backing track.
Finally, I had enough cached to play the thing without it jumping around like a
mad woman.
It wasn’t like I had the experience to know what
made a band good or not, so I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. That man who
walked on stage at the beginning of the song was just a pimped-up version of
the Tex I knew. He walked proud instead of slouching but he had the same
sardonic smile.
As the lyrics belted out to be carried away by
the wind, the man on stage took control of the thousands of people watching
him. What he did wasn’t natural. It was some kind of witchery or voodoo. He
became someone else. A powerhouse of thrusts and growls. Every move he made was
larger than life.
Feelings welled up in me while I watched him.
Strange, unfamiliar feelings. Sensations powered through my body, heating me up
despite the winter chill. My skin flushed and tingled. As soon as the song
finished, I replayed it, needing to hear it again. Needing to see him again.
I imagined what it would be like to have that
man on stage sweep me up in his arms, pressing his lips against mine, stripping
me naked.
Oh. My. God. I wanted to have sex with that man.
But that man was Tex.
No. Not possible.
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Bio:
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Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the
band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the
charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to
wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video
equipment hire.
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business,
and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the
back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty
one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
Blog: http://candyjstarr. com/
Twitter: @candyjstarr
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