Groupie by C.M. Stunich
(Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)
Publication Date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”
Young, dumb, and broke.
That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.
Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.
A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.
Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.
But can one broken person really put another back together again?
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Excerpt (Rock Concert):
I swear, even though it shouldn’t be possible, it’s like he’s looking right at me.
“We’re Beauty in Lies”—the kick drum pummels the air and then the curtain’s up and I get a flash of the boy with turquoise eyes sitting on his throne—“and we’re here to welcome you to the first night of the Broken Hearts and Twisted Souls Tour.” Paxton holds the mic in one tattooed hand and lifts the other up to loosen his black tie. His grey eyes twinkle as he takes in the crowd. “This song’s called ‘How I Say Hello’.”
He gives one last jerk to his tie and then swings his free arm around, setting his bandmates on fire. Guitars rip from the speakers, played by a guy with razored blue-black hair and one with a tall silver and black mohawk. Confetti explodes from several machines set around the circular stage, and then it begins to move.
I hold up my left hand and wait for a piece to land on the sweaty surface of my palm, bringing it in close to examine it. It’s one half of a broken heart. I slap the sticky confetti piece off on my jeans and glance back at the stage as it turns away from me.
The bassist and both guitarists are rocking out, tossing their hair as they rev up for a bouncy rock song and Paxton lets out this pained scream into the mic, riding a wave of drumming from the boy in the back. Suddenly, I just feel like I have to know his name.
I tear my phone from my pocket; I’m not the only one. All around me, people lift phones and tablets up, recording the show as it spins in an easy circle around the stadium. I don’t even have to type in the band’s whole name before information starts popping up.
Lead Vocals, Keyboards, Pianos—Paxton Blackwell
Lead Guitar—Michael Luxe
Rhythm Guitar—Derek “Muse” Muser
Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals—Ransom Riggs
Drums, Percussion—Copeland Park
Copeland, the boy with eyes as bright as a tropical sea. And Ransom, the boy in the hoodie. Somehow, I’ve managed to literally run into three separate members of Beauty in Lies before the show even started. Must be some kind of record.
My breath catches as the stage comes back around and Paxton appears at the edge, reaching out, his arms directly above my head, fingertips just barely brushing the wild straining digits of the crowd.
“You aren’t above it all, just say hello, descend into the darkness of this hellhole. So now I’m feeling like you came just to say I told you so, but down here, deep below, you’re the kind of girl I’d rather told me no. You’re the kind of girl that drowns hearts and leaves them in a deep blue sea, a siren, a songstress, always calling back to me.”
“BACK TO ME!” That sensual velvet voice from earlier explodes through the speakers and wraps me up in dripping decadence, Ransom’s scream the perfect complement to Paxton’s smooth, careful notes. My eyes flick between them and then over to the boy with dark hair, the one that’s just covered in tattoos, his eyes this sharp piercing violet, like Elizabeth Taylor or something.
Why are they all so beautiful?
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.