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.
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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.