Pandemic Sorrow Series by Stevie J. Cole
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.
"My name's Jag Steele. I’m the lead singer and guitarist to the band Pandemic Sorrow, and I have a drug problem. Well, I mean it's not really a problem – unless you count the fact that I almost made my heart explode from all the blow I shoved up my nose a few weeks back..."
That was my introduction during my first stint in rehab. I'm messed up. If you asked anybody who I am there’s a list they will go down: Famous, rock star, legend, drug addict, womanizing man-whore, but if you asked me, I wouldn't have the first idea of what to say, because I don’t know who Jag Steele is. Really, I’m living every other damn person's dream, and all I want is reality.
Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal. Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel. I just don't want to feel.
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
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.
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