“Troubled
rock star Jamie Grimes was found dead at his London home earlier today.”
rock star Jamie Grimes was found dead at his London home earlier today.”
So there you have it. Jamie is dead… and it’s
no surprise.
no surprise.
A victim of his addictions – his love of
drugs and his love for her.
drugs and his love for her.
Sylvie Smith isn’t just any girl.
She was my best friend’s girl.
No, not just his girl, she was his downfall.
She’s the last woman on earth I should want,
but the instant I set eyes on her I know.
She’ll be my downfall too…
Thrown together in the aftermath of Jamie’s
death,
death,
Blake and Sylvie’s worlds are set to collide.
Are they a disaster waiting to happen
or an epic love story about to begin?
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NJ is an avid reader and obsessive writer,
fuelled for the most part by chocolate and coffee.
fuelled for the most part by chocolate and coffee.
During her postgraduate studies in English
Lit NJ became a contemporary romance junkie and finally found her calling. A
twisted romantic at heart, she loves nothing more than losing herself in a good
book with lots of passion and angst. She’s always at the mercy of one book boyfriend
or another, so creating her own book boyfriends and torturing them has been a
wicked dream come true… but she may have lost her heart to her victims in the
process.
Lit NJ became a contemporary romance junkie and finally found her calling. A
twisted romantic at heart, she loves nothing more than losing herself in a good
book with lots of passion and angst. She’s always at the mercy of one book boyfriend
or another, so creating her own book boyfriends and torturing them has been a
wicked dream come true… but she may have lost her heart to her victims in the
process.
Although she enjoys the darker side of
romance NJ loves a ‘Happy Ever After’ and is eagerly pursuing her own.
romance NJ loves a ‘Happy Ever After’ and is eagerly pursuing her own.
THE BOY IN THE BAND, NJ’s full length
follow-up to DEATH OF A ROCK STAR is due for release Summer
follow-up to DEATH OF A ROCK STAR is due for release Summer
2014.
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Music
has played a huge part in the inspiration for Death of a Rock Star & The
Boy in the Band – my playlist is endless, but here are a few highlights…
has played a huge part in the inspiration for Death of a Rock Star & The
Boy in the Band – my playlist is endless, but here are a few highlights…
Excerpt
★Blake
In
spite of the rain, there’s a crowd milling around outside Jamie’s house and a
pool of defiant candles casting their golden light into the dark. It looks like
someone has scattered stars on the pavement. This is what bereft fans do. In
the absence of their Gods, they erect shrines – on their bedroom walls, on a
dead man’s doorstep. Someone is playing his music. It rises into the night sky
like a mournful offering, an appeasement to the rock gods. Those gods are so
fucking brutal. It seems they always take the best of us far too soon.
spite of the rain, there’s a crowd milling around outside Jamie’s house and a
pool of defiant candles casting their golden light into the dark. It looks like
someone has scattered stars on the pavement. This is what bereft fans do. In
the absence of their Gods, they erect shrines – on their bedroom walls, on a
dead man’s doorstep. Someone is playing his music. It rises into the night sky
like a mournful offering, an appeasement to the rock gods. Those gods are so
fucking brutal. It seems they always take the best of us far too soon.
As
I stand at the furthest edge of this strange spontaneous wake, watching,
wondering what the hell Jamie would make of all this, my gaze catches on a
girl. Her face is heart-stopping and looks about as haunted as I feel. She’s
gazing down at the candles, not really seeing them I suspect, or maybe
wondering like me, how the fuck they are staying alight in this slow painful
rain. She’s wearing striped pyjama bottoms tucked into huge combat boots that
aren’t even fastened and a black biker jacket with an image on the back that is
unmistakable. I’d know that jacket anywhere. It’s Jamie’s, which means – she’s her. She’s Jamie’s mystery girl.
I stand at the furthest edge of this strange spontaneous wake, watching,
wondering what the hell Jamie would make of all this, my gaze catches on a
girl. Her face is heart-stopping and looks about as haunted as I feel. She’s
gazing down at the candles, not really seeing them I suspect, or maybe
wondering like me, how the fuck they are staying alight in this slow painful
rain. She’s wearing striped pyjama bottoms tucked into huge combat boots that
aren’t even fastened and a black biker jacket with an image on the back that is
unmistakable. I’d know that jacket anywhere. It’s Jamie’s, which means – she’s her. She’s Jamie’s mystery girl.
My
heart is ricocheting around like crazy. With anger and I’m ashamed to admit,
with crazy lust. For a moment I regret that my cock decided to behave on the
way over here. I wish I’d fucked the nameless model senseless just like I
needed. Maybe I wouldn’t be aching now at the sight of my dead friend’s girl.
No, not his girl, his fucking downfall – I have to remember that. Seeing her
now though, for the first time, I understand. I thought Jamie was crazy for
letting a girl get to him like she did. Now I get it. She’s that kind of beautiful. The kind of
beautiful you’d die for.
heart is ricocheting around like crazy. With anger and I’m ashamed to admit,
with crazy lust. For a moment I regret that my cock decided to behave on the
way over here. I wish I’d fucked the nameless model senseless just like I
needed. Maybe I wouldn’t be aching now at the sight of my dead friend’s girl.
No, not his girl, his fucking downfall – I have to remember that. Seeing her
now though, for the first time, I understand. I thought Jamie was crazy for
letting a girl get to him like she did. Now I get it. She’s that kind of beautiful. The kind of
beautiful you’d die for.