Get Bent

GET BENT (Hard Rock Roots #2) - A New Adult Rock Star Romance

Book #1, REAL UGLY, and Book #3, TOUGH LUCK, are available now!

Mature - Ages 18 and Up.  Contains sex, drugs, violence, and rock 'n' roll.

From the Amazon Bestselling Author of 'Losing Me, Finding You' and 'Keeping Never'


"I fell in love with a girl last week. I didn't expect it, didn't even know what was happening to me until it was too late."


Naomi Knox is missing.

I don't even f*cking know whether she's dead or alive.

What I do know is that she's the air I need to breathe.

She's my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood.

And I'll do anything to find her.  Anything.  Even if it means the end for me.


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Turner Campbell is searching.

But he has no f*cking clue what it is he's searching for.

There's darkness all around and enough secrets to choke.

There are angels, and there are devils.  It's impossible to tell them apart.

Light needs to be shone on the truth, but there's no one left to hold the torch.  The line between life and death is blurred, and the players are all thoroughly entrenched in the game.  The question is: am I still one of them?


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GET BENT EXCERPT:


“Get onstage with me.  Music heals, Dax.  Even the ugliest f*cking souls can take it in and heal a little.  Play her songs, keep her alive.”  I swallow deep and lean on the drugs for support.  Naomi.  I can't even f*cking think past her name.  It's just there in my head on a continuous loop.  Her voice plays over and over again in my head, and I swear, when the wind blows, I can feel her body against mine.  I squeeze my eyes shut and look down.  I'm not usually this optimistic.  But I've always been this stubborn.

“F*ck the fans,” Dax says, and I glance back up at him.  He looks hysterical now, but I can't blame him for that, so I just stand there and let him rant.  My muscles clench and anger rides over and through me, demanding respect, begging me to put him down.  But I can't.  I can't bring anybody else down because I'm at the lowest point there is.  There's nowhere else to go.  “This isn't a circus.  We're not here to satisfy their morbid curiosity.  Lives were lost and destroyed, Turner.  There are a thousand vultures swarming outside this bus, wanting to cut so deep into us that we bleed to death.”  Dax slaps his chest hard for emphasis, squeezing his fingers in their skeleton gloves so tight that his skin turns red.  “And you want us to go onstage and play?  Why?  So every note can poison us a little more?  So every strum of your fingers on her guitar can remind us that she's gone, and our life is gone, and the music,” Dax laughs, but there's no joy there.  Just f*cking pain and agony, enough to drown an army.  “The music is dead, Turner.”

I look up, into Dax's gray eyes, past the wave of dark hair he uses to hide behind like a security blanket, and I give him God's honest f*cking truth best as I know it.

“Music never dies, Dax.  It revives and it soothes the soul.  If you let this fall away, you let Naomi down, but the music will live on.  The music will always live on.”