Series: The Sinful Seven #2
Publication date: July 22nd, 2021
Synopsis:
As the crowd and the music blasts,
I'm content to let my bandmates take center stage.
They can steal the spotlight while I get lost in the thumping beats.
There, in the shadows of our building fame,
my secrets remain safely hidden, or so I thought.
Quinn wants to uncover all of my pain.
See every scar.
Yet the ugly truth carved on my heart could be enough to drive her away.
I didn't want the world to know.
But now my past has come back to haunt me.
Will I lose the girl and my dream too, when everything I desperately tried to hide comes crashing down around me?
Dive into the gritty world of rock-and-roll with Jet, the second installment of The Sinful Seven series, where the past and present collide!
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Walking into my apartment after several months on the Distraction tour feels irrelevant. Something that should be comforting feels strange. It's as if my favorite pair of jeans are too tight and suffocating. I'm sure that might sound crazy to some, but it's the only way I can describe it. Like I don't belong here anymore.
After tossing my bags on the floor, I walk through every room and throw open the windows. The clean, crisp air assaults my senses, letting me breathe easier. Now it doesn't feel as stifling as it did when I first arrived.
With my hands tucked inside my jeans pockets, I pace around the apartment and take it all in. The colorless walls probably look bare to most--sure, they're drab and in desperate need of a pop of color. For me, they reflect the person I am deep down inside.
Detached, uncaring, and dead.
It's pathetic that this is the only place in this vast universe that I get to be myself. Not the celebrated rockstar everyone thinks they know, or the bassist for The Sinful Seven, or Lucas's best friend for that matter. Just Me, and it scares me shitless because I'm not sure about the man who lives inside of this head anymore.
Too many times to count, I get lost inside of myself and go to an evil place. It's lonely and somewhere I only visit on occasion, but it burrows beneath my skin, festers there, no matter how many years go by. Doesn't matter how long, this hell I make for myself is always waiting to tear me apart. Forcing me to question everything I am or ever thought I could be...
Connie Lafortune is a rebel, coffee addict and incurable romantic. She pens steamy contemporary romance about enemies-to-lovers, second chances, and broken heroes with plenty of angst. If she's not in her office writing her next novel, you can bet she's curled up in a comfy chair with her nose buried in a book. On the lookout for her next book boyfriend!
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