Now, if he could just get sober long enough to forget his past and convince Eve he’s worthy of her future…
Some people think touring with a bunch of hardcore rockers would be a dream come true.
Most days, life on the bus is more like a nightmare made flesh. Stressful, tense, and claustrophobic as crap.
Keeping the band members from suffocating each other with pillows has been a full-time job since we first hit the road. One day I'm playing referee between longtime friends fighting over the drummer girl. The next I'm Mean Mommy Jillian hiding liquor bottles from the guitarist who splits his time between impromptu stomach pumps at the local emergency room and unscheduled overnight accommodations in the local police station's drunk tank.
And don't even get me started on the one whose name starts with "Letty Dillinger." A hypersexual, walking special effect, she can be the best or the worst of them all, depending on which side of the bed the wet spot is on and whether she woke up on it.
I'm tired. I miss my best friend, the ex-husband who left me for a man. (It's okay. Turns out I'm a lesbian and didn't know it. Go figure.) I long for the touch of a woman who can take me away from the chaos whipping my life like an egg beater, if only for a little while. If the horny beast trapped inside this cage doesn't get out soon, my job, my band, my reputation might not survive.
I don't need love. I just need an orgasm. A really long, hard, knuckle-whitening, teeth-clenching, window-rattling, thigh-splitting climax.
Unfortunately, my employers--Letty especially--aren't going to like where I'm going to get it.
Formerly published in draft form on Wattpad, BANG has been professionally edited and updated for retail sale. BANG is LGBTQ erotica that includes FF, MMF, FFF, BDSM, and may trigger sensitive readers. It is not a romance.
WARNING: ROCK is a no-holds-barred bisexual, polyamorous lust-fest for the senses. It contains GRAPHIC LANGUAGE and EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX. This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or anyone expecting a realistic story. A strong stomach, an open mind, and appreciation for over-the-top, egotistical characters are a must. Best read after STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES.
Author's note: The orginal description of this book has been banned by Google, despite asterisks strategically placed to block out parts of questionable words. The author has therefore inserted alternative terms in order to comply with Google's policies regarding book descriptions. If you want to see the real description, visit the author's web site.
If you'd asked me to describe myself a couple weeks ago, I'd have told you I'm Letty [Plucking] Dillinger--The Rock in your [hickory dickory dock], the cream in your [moist] dream, the [thunk] in your junk.
I had everything a girl could want: A hot rocker boyfriend, fame, a nuclear [pea shooter], a smart phone ... The whole [clam] world at my feet. I worked my [sassafras] off to get where I am, and I have no regrets.
But everything changed when she exploded on the scene with the mother of atomic bombs strapped across her chest. She's beautiful, talented, and holds the key to my future--my life as I know it--in her hands.
I hate her. I [ducking] hate her. Because she and her merry band of [witchy britches] made me do something I've never done before. They made me doubt myself.
Who am I?
I'm not sure anymore.