Plucker
Recoil
Rock Series #2
By
KE Osborn
Genre: Rocker Romance
Release:
March 9, 2017
Death—it is
inevitable, but I didn't know it could come so early.
If things didn't
change, mine would be sooner than expected.
My life hasn't
been easy, though with the way I act you’d think it has been.
I'm a joker, a
partier, a playboy, a prankster. But I'm also broken.
A shell of a
man.
Ryan Hunter,
lead guitarist with nothing to live for.
Not even music
soothes me completely.
My band is back
together, we're doing really well—but I'm in a rut.
I'm lost,
thinking about my past is swallowing me whole.
Especially since
she turned up.
Our new PR
manager. She’s feisty, in control and so damn sexy I can't stand it.
But that woman
is not only taking my PR role from me, she's also taking my breath away, and
that I won't stand for.
Not with my
past, not with my demons.
Tillie Marks has
to go.
And I will make
damn sure it happens!
Furrowing my
brows at his attitude, I’m beginning to think Lunar’s surmise on Ryan being a
fucker was right on the money. Even so, I can’t help but look past his
assholery to see a broken man. A soft, kind hearted soul who just needs some
gentle care. I wonder what’s happened in his life to form the dark circles
under his eyes, and for him to put on this bravado act I can see right through.
“Why are you
looking at me like that?” he asks.
“Like what?” I
ask with a small amount of shock in my voice.
“I don’t know.
You’re hard to read and you’re looking at me weird.”
“Oh God Ryan
you’re so melodramatic.” Ryan frowns at Lunar as she walks in. “And leave
Tillie alone. She’s the only other set of ovaries in this place, I need her
alive.”
I smirk at her
choice of words.
Ryan huffs. “You
can have her all to yourself, I have no need for her.”
Ouch. I have to
admit his words do sting a little. I like to be needed, and something in me
wants to rush to Ryan and be his protector, even though he’s treating me like
shit.
“Well, Ryan, you
may not want me, but you’re stuck with me. So deal with it by putting your big
boy panties on and behaving like an adult. You do know what an adult is, don’t
you?” I tease.
He smirks.
“Funny! Would someone who behaves like an adult be so condescending?”
I stiffen
because he’s right. I hate to admit it, but he’s pushing my buttons and making
me snappy because I’m so desperate for his approval. I’m never like this, never
talk back to my clients, unless there’s real need for it. I’m here solely for
PR work, and usually my clients listen to everything I say without question.
After all, they’re paying for my expertise.
I’m not used to
this, at all.
Damn it!
“You’re right,
I’m sorry.”
“Apology
accepted,” he says but offers nothing in return.
My eyes open
wide in infuriation as the others watch.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you
sorry, too?” I ask.
“What for?”
I scoff. “What
for? What for! Oh my… okay, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to rile me
up and anger me so I’ll quit, right?” His smile falters like he’s annoyed I’m
onto him. “Well, let me tell you, Ryan Hunter, it will take more than that to
get rid of me, sir!”
He tilts his
head. “Leave it with me. I’m sure I’ll think of something—”
Australian
author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a
background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt
compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives
her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in
the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing
and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.
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