Title: Rebel Rage MC Rocker
Author: Addy Archer
Genre: Rockstar/Biker Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2021
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Notorious rockstar, guitarist, biker, Prez, heart-stealing bad boy. I fit many labels and have been called every name in the book by women who don’t get what they want; me. I couldn’t care less, I live by my own rules and take what I want.
Things take a spin when a woman doesn’t worship the ground I walk on but instead flat out refuses me. The rocker life isn’t for everyone, neither is the biker life; good thing I thrive in both worlds and won’t back down for anything or anyone. Especially when it involves an intriguing woman.
She might be on the run for a past filled with death and fear, but it holds no place in the future I have in mind for the both of us. If we still have one after the music fades, the lights come on, and the screams are silenced.
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EXCERPT
The girl in his room and his actions just now scream narcissistic bad boy musician. Well, he’s about to get his ass kicked. Thinking he can embarrass me. Ha! I’ll freaking show him. Tequila induced big girl panties or not, backing out isn’t an option.
He glances over his shoulder and gives a sharp whistle. The guy who took his guitar earlier comes rushing back with a Gibson Hummingbird and hands it to him. He holds it out to me with a smirk and I can’t help myself when I cringe at the thought of playing, mainly because I know my fingers are going to hurt from not playing for such a long time. Great. Now the arrogant asshole thinks I’m cringing for my upcoming embarrassment.
Deciding I might as well warm his ego up to its pending doom, I lean in and ask, “What’s your name?”
He rears his head back and growls, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I knew.” I shrug.
“Owen,” the man snaps and grabs the mic giving me a condescending look. “Folks, we’re gonna let this little one have her few minutes of fame. Better cover your ears just to be sure ’cause I’ve heard some of the things coming out of her mouth and it wasn’t pretty. But I guess everyone deserves to shine, right?”
A wave of screams and clapping flows through the air as if he’s giving me a chance to shine in the spotlight out of the goodness of his heart. I repeat; arrogant sonofabitch.
Throwing the guitar strap over my shoulder, I put my fingers in place and internally smile at the familiarity. No matter how much I hate being on stage because it’s tied to many emotional memories, the feel of the guitar is soothing.
“Here you go, doll,” the man I recognize from backstage who carried naked Sandy off tells me as he plugs in my guitar and hands me a pick.
“Why thank you, handsome.” I give a grateful smile to the bass player. “Are you and the rest of the guys going to back me up?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Sure thing, what do you have in mind?”
“Does the song ‘Lovely Lost’ ring a bell?” I question, requesting the number one hit I had with my father.
“Ah, a rock song from what, five years ago? A fine choice, one we’ve covered a few times so I’m sure we can manage,” he replies with a grin showing off his white teeth and stalks to the other guys to pass on what song I’m going to do.
I step forward while Owen places the mic back into the stand and covers his hand with it as he leans in and asks me, “And what name do you want me to tie to your performance? You can still back out, you know. Let me take over while you stand there and look pretty, then we’ll go backstage and–”
I’ve had enough and cut him off with, “No worries, Owen. You’ll know my name soon enough. Might even scream it too.” I wink and my fingers start to strum, knowing the song by heart because I was the one who wrote it.
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Addy Archer is the pseudonym of a contemporary and romantic suspense writing team who love rough bikers twisted with a hint of romance and sassy women. When they aren't working on their next book, they enjoy long walks with their two hairless dogs.
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