Book: Off Your Rocker?
Series: Rock God #1
Author: KE Osborn
Hosted by: Francessca’s Romance Reviews
This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language, drug use and sexual content.
When Delia (Lia) Norman meets Rock Royalty Colter (Colt) Slade unexpectedly after her boyfriend of 4 years breaks up with her, sparks fly immediately. Lia’s ex always told her she was dull and boring, she was no fun at all, and he was right. Colt tells Lia to do something exciting – be spontaneous. So she moves out of her comfort zone and goes on tour with the most famous rock group in the world ‘Slayed’.
How will Lia deal with being pushed out of her comfortable life and into a world of chaos, paparazzi, screaming ‘evil minion’ fans and most of all the idea that maybe there is love just around the corner?
***THIS IS BOOK ONE OF A TWO BOOK SERIES***
What others have to say about the book
5* ~ Goodreads Review
OMG, from the moment I started this book I was HOOKED!!! I had only intended to read a few chapters before bed and ended up staying up all night finishing this book just to see how things would go with Delia and Colt.
5* ~ Goodreads Review
If i could give Off Your Rocker? more than 5 Stars, i would without a doubt. Wow Wow Wow…….what do i say…….Brilliant, Emotional, packed full of drama, awesome! Believe me i could go on and on.
4* ~ Goodreads Review
One thing, after getting all warm and fuzzy at the end, bam you are hit with a mother of a cliffhanger! O.M.G!!
Loved it well deserved 4 stars
5* ~ Amazon Review
K E Osborn has gone and deliver one heck of a book!!!
Off Your Rocker? will leave you panting and wanting more.
This is one of the best books with hot rock stars that I have read by far!!!!!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. Having worked in the optical industry for some time, K E Osborn decided it was time to leave the optical world behind and start on something new. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she tried her hand at writing.
K E Osborn hid the fact that she was writing from her family, as she believed her first story was simply something she had to get on paper first and then judge if it was good enough for others to read. It wasn’t until her mother found a printed version of the manuscript that her secret came out. She was a writer, and she loved it. Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels at home when writing.
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“I can’t freaking believe this! Me, Sophia Mancini, and my band just got signed with a major recording label! And that’s not all. We get to open for Undead
Society on tour! I’ve always had a thing for their lead singer, Tristan Scott. He’s dangerously sexy. Finally meeting him, I soon realize that Tristan is
nothing more than an arrogant, conceited prick!
He gets off on making this tour difficult for me as much as possible. But it’s so worth putting up with his arrogance when I feel that high I get when
performing. Not even Tristan can take that away from me.
He intimidates and excites me all at the same time. Trying to put up a front that he doesn’t affect me, I find that it’s getting incredibly harder to
pretend. Every time that I’m around him, I feel myself weakening. He’s trying to break me, dominate me, and take me.”
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About the Author
I am a Native American author that grew up on the Bay Mills Indian Reservation. I work in a small accounting department, but love to read and write
I read countless books and listen hours upon hours of rock music to keep me sane. In a matter of months, I had written a novel and submitted my manuscript
for publishing approval in May. Since then, my writing career has snowballed into something much larger than I anticipated. I enjoyed the writing aspect of
releasing my novel so much, that I decided music should not be left out of the final product, as it was such an influential part of the creative process.
Soundtrack to the Book
01. Beautiful Tragedy-In This Moment
2. Hole-Alice in Chains
3. Good Vibrations-Marky Mark
4. Cemetery Gates-Pantera
5. Bleeding Me-Metallica
6. Cherry Pie-Warrant
7. Scarlet-In This Moment
8. Erase and Rewind-The Cardigans
9. Before I Forget-Slipknot
11. Three Libras-Perfect Circle
12. Big Empty-Stone Temple Pilots
13. Wicked Game-Stone Sour
15. Whore-In This Moment
16. Undead-Hollywood Undead
18. To Be Treated Rite-Terry Reid
masquerade mask you were at ball? I have worn one before at a ball where I
felt my most comfortable in my own skin.
have been wearing a mask. I had a horrible accident and don’t remember what
happened before it or even why I was in an accident. I have never felt like
myself until I meet a guy I fall head over heels in love with. Chris is truly
my soul mate but I still feel like things are still being hidden from me.
Things get worse when my nightmares return of the death of my parents and my accident.
Also dealing with raising my little sister is another stress to add to my life.
the turmoil of lies reaching the surface? Time will only tell.
friend and has three kids. Her first book, New Beginnings, was written due to
things that happened in her life. She is an avid reader who loves all her book
boyfriends. She is also on a blog with two great girls, Sandie and Dee.
Trust- The firm belief in the reliability, honesty, ability, and strength of someone or something.
RELEASE DATE: NOVEMBER 7, 2014
I let every wall I had built around my heart crumble to the ground for him. He told me to trust him, and I did. I never thought that trusting someone would be my biggest downfall.
I listened to his promises and thought I could believe him. I actually thought I could be the reason he would stay…
I can’t trust him.
She can’t trust me.
I hate him.
She hates me….
… I’m sure of it. Why shouldn’t she? I knocked her up and then walked out on her. It’s better this way. I’m fucked up, lost, and no good for her or our baby. The pain is unbearable without her, but she deserves better… At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I still love her.
I loved him.
She loves me, and she knows it…
… But this time she doesn’t want me anymore, doesn’t need me anymore. Suddenly, it occurs to me that I may have actually lost her for the rest of my life.
I need her to love me.
I still love him…
With the broken promises of the past threatening to destroy us, I don’t think we can give in and move forward. Everything has changed between us; I have changed. There are risks I’m not willing to take anymore…
If anything, I’ve learned love is nothing without trust.
Inside and out. She is mine. Mine. I keep telling myself this over and over again.
I nip and suck at her earlobe until she comes back down to earth. Her head leans against mine as we stare into one another’s eyes.
“I want you. All of you. The fucked up, the good, the bad, the ugly. I’m far from perfect, Mimi. I’ve fucked up so much. I’ve made mistakes, but nothing was as big as walking away from you. So please… Just…” My fingers dig into her hips as if to hold her into place so she can never run away.
“Just forgive me. Please. Be mine. Let me love you. Let me be everything you need.” My voice is pleading. I don’t even care that I sound like a pussy whipped guy, just as long as I get her back.
She pushes me back, softly slipping off the counter and to her feet. “Once upon a time, you gave me this shit line of a story about how much you loved me, that if I gave myself to you, you would be there for me. Well, guess what? You weren’t there when I needed you the most. You walked away from me, so now this is me walking away from you.” A determination shows deep in her eyes, and I can’t help but feel my mouth open in awe at what she just said.
“Did you…?” I’m flabbergasted. I cannot even talk right now.
“Did I just what? Feed you a dose of your own medicine? Pretend to care? Let you get me off and walk away from you? Hmm… I think so.”
My head is spinning, and my heart is breaking. Rage and anger consume my thoughts. I really want to lash out at her, to hurt her the way she’s hurting me right now. Instead, I’m standing here with my pants around my ankles being thrown out like yesterday’s garbage.
“How could you? I fucking told you I love you!” I roar, pulling my pants up and buttoning them. My fists find the marble island as I pound the rage out into it.
“Welcome to my world, Corey. I told you I loved you. I told you we could do this, but you all but accused me of sleeping with someone else. For all you know, I am now,” she sneers. I lose it the second she says she could be sleeping with someone else. My anger is through the roof when I grab her by the arm. My hold is gentle, but there is a look of fear and shock in her eyes.
“Who is it then? Because I swear to God that if you’re lying to me, I will beat your ass until it’s as red as a cherry. Don’t fuck with me, Mimi!” My voice is sinister and oddly quiet which scares me more. There’s someone else; that explains it. I release her arm, my fingers going into my hair as I pace the room. I can’t… I can’t do this. I can’t picture life without her. I always thought she would be here. I thought that she was the one for me and I the one for her.
“Hurts to be on the receiving end of the pain, huh? Hurts to have your heart broken, to have your hopes and wishes ripped from you?” She’s trying her hardest to sound mean and hateful, but I know her better than that.
“I know you love me…” I say, shaking my head as if this is all a bad dream. “I know you want me, and I know that we can work this out. I see the way you look at me, the way you acted at the doctor’s office… I know the love you have for me is in you somewhere.”
“Used… to have for you,” she states as if she’s correcting me. My mind is spinning thoughts, assaulting me. Was that the last time I will ever have her, hold her against me, or hear her heart beat against my own?
“I can’t…” I plead on the verge of tears. I can’t lose her! Can’t.
“Lose me? You already have. Leave, get out, and go home! Sleep like you have been for the past couple weeks, and think about what it was that you could have had. This is the end, Corey.” I think I see the tears falling from her eyes, but I’m not sure because I feel the wetness on my own face.
Now I get it; I do. I know what it feels like to have been her, to have loved and lost. I slip my shoes on, grab my wallet and keys, and head out the front door.
Anger and hurt consume me. I stumble down the stairs, not even caring that I’m hitting the wall with my fists.
How could I be so dumb to think she would just take me back without a backward glance?
How could I so stupidly assume she would let me into her heart again after I broke it into a million and one pieces?
You’re just like your father….
The words linger in my mind even when I know they shouldn’t.
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Since the moment she could reach the shelves on the bookshelf she’s been reading, thus influencing her to write. Her favorite books are those that leave an imprint on your soul. You know the ones that have you putting everything off because you have to find out what happens next.
When she’s not writing or reading (of course) you can find her picking up after her three year old daughter, or explaining to her husband why its unsafe to do something any other way, than the way your wife told you too.
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Jude tilted her head so she had to look at him. “You don’t have to carry the burden alone. I will be here with you. No matter what you want or need, all you have to do is let me know. If you need a shoulder to cry one, I have two. When one is soaked with tears you can cry on the other one. If you need arms to hold you, I have two open and ready for you.” Jude looked into Abby’s eyes. “You mean the fucking world to me. You always have. I don’t want you running from your problems when it gets too much for you. Let me help you. Let me help you. Let me in. I swear to you, I will be right here.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Abby said gloomily.
“Just talk right now. Let it out. We are here alone,” Jude said.
“I am just so scared,” Abby shrugged her shoulders.
“Why?” Jude asked. He wasn’t trying to be polite, he wanted to know why.
Abby sighed, “It’s a long list.”
Jude scanned the area and had an idea. He stood up and offered a hand to Abby.
“Come with me.” He smiled at Abby.
Abby took his hand. They walked off the pier and to the shore line that was littered with pebbles and rocks. Jude let of of Abby’s hand and bent down to pick up a rock about the size of his palm. He tossed the rock a few times and turned it over several times in his hand before he looked at Abby.
“These rocks are our fears,” he waved his hand and gestured to the rocks on the ground. “we are going to throw our fears into the lake.”
“You have fears?” Abby asked Jude.
Jude had always seemed fearless to Abby. Nothing could scare him.
Jude looked at the horizon where water met sky and said, “We all have fears. Some people are better at hiding their fears better than others. Some fear lay in the deepest darkest corner of our mind and don’t surface until we are forced to face those fears.”
Abby took in his words. She shook her head and asked him, “How is this going to help?”
“Hell I don’t know. It seemed like a fun way to bring our fears to the surface. I know throwing rock won’t magically make the fears go away, but it might help,” Jude grinned at Abby.
Abby rolled her eyes and picked up a large rock.
“No, not the heavy stuff at first. Let’s work our way up,” he took the rock from Abby and threw it back on the ground.
“I will go first,” He turn over the rock over in his hand. “This is my fear of spiders.”
Abby tried to hold back her laughter, but failed.
“Not fair you can’t laugh,” Jude gave her a mocked wounded look.
“Sorry,” Abby bit her bottom lip fighting the urge to laugh.
The fear of spiders is a real phobia. I am not going to run and scream like a girl. If I see one of those fuckers though, it will be dead,” Jude threw the rock into the lake.
Abby bent down and picked up a rock that easily fit in her hand. The threw the rock hard and shouted “heights’.
Jude gave her a smile of approval before he bent down for his next rock. This time clowns was his fear.
Abby knew all about that fear all too well.
Troy, Jude, and Abby had a weekly movie night. When Abby was thirteen Jude snuck in the movie ‘It’. Pennywise the Clown scared the crap out of all three of them. Their parents would have been pissed if they found out. They all swore they would never watch the movie again. Since that night Jude has always had coulrophobia.
They spent the next five minutes throwing rock into the lake. It didn’t take long before their smaller fear started turning into bigger fears.
Abby picked up a heavier rock. The fear made the rock seem bigger and heavier than it was. It was one fear she has always fear. She worked her ass off so the fear would never become a reality. “I will never belong anywhere,” Abby shouted and threw the rock.
Jude turned his head toward Abby, but decided to not say anything. He picked up a rock Abby was sure she wouldn’t be able pickup, let alone throw. He focused all this thoughts onto the rock. He almost forgot where he was and what he was doing. He threw the rock with as much force as he could and whispered quietly to where Abby almost missed his words. “She will never love me.” His shoulder slumped.
Abby paused and looked at Jude. She wondered who the “she” was. She had been gone for five years and had no illusion that everyone would stop living their lives because she moved away. Jude had a strong personality and everything he did was fueled by passion. Abby felt a tinge of jealousy toward this mystery girl. She also wanted to give him some kind of comfort.
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I thought I was done.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the bullet tore through me, leaving me with nothing but the hope that I had done enough to save her. The darkness tried to engulf me—to brand me as its own and drag me to my fate.
Waking to see her tear-stained face above me was enough to make my heart stutter. I was alive and free from that place—but not from the toll it had taken on my mind and body.
My story should have ended, but one woman kept standing in the way of that. The only way I could have her was to find a way to put the darkness to rest.
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“Did you force her to have sex with you?”
My hands clenched at my sides twisting and curling the thin hospital sheets. “Not then.”
I tried to think about anything else, but my mind betrayed me and jumped straight to that night. My heart went into overdrive, fueling the anger that already tainted my blood and sending it to the deepest part of my brain.
That first day. It seemed like it had happened years ago, only because so much had changed since the day I’d first seen her in the basement of the Retreat.
“When? Another day—or night,” Dr. Combs continued prying.
“Second night—only because it would’ve been Ross if not me.”
“How did she react to that?”
I blew out a puff of air. “I got her off if that’s what you’d like to know.”
Dr. Combs scowled.
“See there,” I said, laying my arm over my eyes. “You don’t really want to hear about it any more than I want to talk about it.”
“Be crude all you want. I’m not judging—”
I slammed my hand down on the bed to stop her lie. “Don’t fucking give me that. I was there. There is no fucking way in hell anyone hears about the things I did without some kind of opinion. I’m the bastard, the abuser, rapist, villain, liar, thief—and I get away with it all as far as the law and any official judgment are concerned. I’d be utterly convinced that I’m guaranteed a spot in the deepest pit of Hell if I wasn’t holding on to the slim hope that the time I’ve already spent there was enough to burn away my sins—at the very least it might have burned away my soul, in which case it won’t matter much once I die because there won’t even be anything left.”
She smiled—of all the fucking reactions in the world, she smiled at that?
“Finally getting an honest reaction. I do believe that’s the most you’ve said all week.”
I scowled, the distasteful sting of bile assaulted my mouth. “You’re a gem, you know that?”
“Back to the topic. Tell me what happened.”
“When?” I was done fighting, only because the smile told me that she was quite possibly more sadistic than me.
“Pick a night.”
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“Rose and James have so much to work on recovering from their time at the Retreat, this book is filled with every emotion and it is an amazing read. I don’t want to give away any part of the story but if you read Irrevocable you must read this book, it was just as good if not better.” (read more…)
★★★★★ Angie, Wicked Reads Review Team
“I loved this sequel. It filled in so many holes from James POV and got us to the HEA I wanted for them both. If you loved Irrevocable, this is a must read!” (read more…)
★★★★★ Lucinda, Jezabell Girl and Friends
“Speechless! This was exactly what I needed to be happy with their story…! They fight their struggles and dark past together. And at the end are exactly what I wanted them to be…. It’s a must read.” (read more…)
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About the Author:
Skye Callahan was born and raised in rural Ohio and has had an insatiable love of reading and writing since she was young. Thanks to the encouragement of teachers, family, and friends, she has found her passion in immersing herself in the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head.
Most of her early stories were paranormal, and although the paranormal world still has a special place in her imagination, her interest in BDSM and dark romance has led her to expand her writing endeavors.
Before she began writing full-time, she earned a M.A. in Public History and worked for a non-profit business consulting center. When she’s not indulging the voices in her head, she’s enjoying life with her husband and two ferrets.