West is
looking for a connection.
One down
and out woman. One isolated rock star. Life at the top is lonely, but so is
life at the bottom.
Blair is
just looking for someone to take the edge off her crappy life. Dull the pain,
breathe a little life into her neglected body. A chance meeting at a bar leads
to a night of passion. No names, no personal details. Just sex.
Well, it wasn't personal until she sees the guy
standing on a stage ten meters in front of her. How the hell didn't she realize
that the guy who blew her mind is the guitarist out of that dirty rock'n'roll
band, Affliction? And why is he chasing her down the street? And how does he
know her name?
Sometimes you
find the things you didn't even know you were looking for in the most
unexpected places.
About
the Author
Amity
Cross isn't my real name. That's no secret.
I didn't
want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and
tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.
I live in
a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass
female leads that don't take s**t lying down.
Insert
more pretentious c**p here.
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