A Rock & Roll Romance

✍ Scribed by Monroe, Sophie

• Book ID: 109184165
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Year: 2013
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 124 KB
• Series: Battlescars 1
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

Aubrey Thompson is a twenty-three year old flight attendant for her dad’s small commercial fleet. She’s a sarcastic smartass that has no problem telling you where to go. She also despises rock stars…but that’s all part of the story. Her Granny Jean is spy and will have you laughing out loud.

In comes Jake Parker, the twenty-five year old lead singer of Battlescars. His reputation is the untamable bad-boy. He’s completely “balls to the wall” in everything that he does. Two days after returning home from a month long tour across Europe he gets a visit from Bruce, an executive from the record label. He informs Jake that Battlescars is going back on tour for three months. What everyone doesn’t know is that Jake is worn down and sick of the same old shit.

His record label hires Aubrey’s dads company to fly him around for the last minute tour. In order to keep her dad's company afloat they will have to learn to play nice. When Jake first meets Aubrey she refuses to even acknowledge his existence. He sees her as refreshing and a challenge.

Both of them have some pretty heavy scars from their pasts holding them back. Can Jake get Aubrey to let him in? Or will she shoot him down based on his outlandish reputation? Will her fear of getting hurt again keep him out for good?

Are the two of them a match in heaven or hell?

Here's a peek:
“Who are we flying this time? It better not be that creepy Carter guy again. I left him walking funny for a week last time.”
“No, he’s no longer a client here.” My dad said with a flinch. Carter Murphy was an arrogant ass. His dad owns Murphy Enterprises and he thinks he’s entitled to everything he wants, including women. He learned the lesson the hard way with me that you can’t always get what you want. We were flying from Houston to Dallas, a complete waste of fossil fuel if you ask me, when he decided he wanted to cop a feel. Boy was he surprised when I copped a feel of my own and twisted, hard. I still wish I had a Polaroid of his face. I would hang it as a warning to anyone else that wanted a try.