It seemed like a good idea at the time. Get over my break-up by having a one-night stand with a rock ‘n’ roll hottie and move on with my life. Going on tour as official photographer to the world’s number one band was not part of the plan.
Have you ever dreamed of being plucked out of the crowd by one of the hottest rock stars in the world?
I didn’t even know who Ozstryker were when my reckless sister Beth dragged me along to their concert. I went solely to keep her out of trouble, not for me to get tangled up with the famous guitarist renowned for his magnificent shirtless torso and talented fast hands.
I had no intention of becoming a groupie, let alone anything else. But when Jax Ozstryker invited me on a date, I decided it was time for a little fun. Not that the night ended how I had planned – or how he planned, for that matter – I got a job and he didn’t get laid.
Now I’m on tour with the biggest band in the world with my crazy, unpredictable sister for company and a beautiful dangerous attraction for my new boss. I never dreamed life could be so crazy. Or complicated.
But this is life on the road – where nothing makes sense and everything is possible.
Layla doesn’t know anything about the band Ozstryker when her sister, Beth, drags her to their show. There is definitely a connection the first time Layla sees lead guitarist Jax Ozstryker on the stage in front of her. Is it lust at first sight? Or something more? She gets to find out when she and Beth end up going on tour with the band….Layla gets photography experience for her portfolio, but she’s also in charge of keeping an eye on Beth and her relationship with flamboyant lead singer Jimmy. And spending time with Jax? That’s just icing on the cake.
There were so many things I loved about this book. I loved that all of the members of Ozstryker were more than stereotypical musician characters. Sure, there were some behaviors that we commonly associate with rock stars on tour, but the band members themselves, at the heart of it all, were (mostly) decent, nice guys.
I loved loved LOVED that flighty, borderline-ditzy Beth became the voice of reason for Layla when she was going through a particularly tough time with Jax at the hands of his ex-wife. Such a mean and vindictive shrew! The ex-wife, I mean!! Not Beth. 😉
And I was happy that Jax was still flawed….that even though he cleaned up his act in every sense of the word, and was living what most would see as the perfect life, he was still insecure and still had the triggers that could push him back toward that crazy part of his life.
I found myself getting very anxious toward the end of the book – I had no idea what was going to happen, and I was worried that it might be a cliffhanger ending (#kindlechucker), but thankfully, it was not. I’m looking forward to future Ozstryker stories!!
About the Author:
I have written stories for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first book when I was five years old. It was called, The Goodies, and it was a short story about driving to the shops to get some milk. Needless to say, it was a very short book and hardly the page turner. It was also illustrated in orange felt tip pen because it was the only felt tip pen left in the pencil case that wasn’t dried up and useless.
My first attempt at writing romance was in high school when my athletic ambitions were replaced with Sunday sessions in my bestfriends bedroom, smoking cigarettes and writing smut about the hot guy at school. They were dreadfully crude stories. Lots of awkward fumblings in the dark or a series of awful first kisses. They were also very straight forward. Very straight to the point. Because I didn’t have a clue about what I was talking about. And I used terrible words such as “shaft”, “her moist warmth” and “velvet cavern”…yeah, they were awesome.
In following years I wisely gave up the cigarettes, became Mum to the “best kid in the world” and married a vastly understanding and supportive soul who tolerated the complete absence of my inner domestic goddess. Through a lot of trial and error, I think I may have started to write stories other people would want to read … without an orange felt tip pen in sight…
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