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302 pages, ebook
First published October 28, 2013
SEX, DRUGS & ROCK N' ROLL
"You feel too good," I hissed through my teeth as the pressure build. "Too good for me.. And angel.
"Just don't fuck me like one."
“But you have to. This is your life, Sage.”
“You’re my life,” I blurted out. I hoped to God she couldn’t see me blushing like a fucking girl because what I’d just said was borderline hokey. But it was the truth. “You are, and I will put the rest of my life on hold if it means keeping you safe.”
"If anything, watching you play live, being with you in all these foreign places, no matter what is going on at the time, keeps me sane. It keeps me going. And it tells those fuckers that we aren’t giving up. They can throw whatever they want at me, but I’m not breaking.”
There comes a time in every man’s life where he must face his demons. It sounds cliché, I know. But I break the mold. Because I’ve faced my demons. In the flesh. And I’ve won. But it’s the ones inside your head that don’t die.
“I really miss you.” I fucking meant it. But she’d never know how much. She’d never know that I’d give anything for her to try and fix me again. We could save each other. Right?
Forget the show— that was the highlight of 1975. Being inside her, so close to her, making her come with me, watching her want me…I got hard again just thinking about it, and my heart…my heart was getting soft.
“You were amazing last night.”
There was sincerity in that. It hit deep, the warmth spreading. “Thank you.”
Then I smiled and added, “You were amazing, too.” A blush crept up on the apples of her cheeks, and she looked down at the floor with a grin.
“That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“But it’s what I meant.”
I fell in love all over again. It was practically impossible to be objective. But that’s what his music had always done to me—I couldn’t help that the man was just as enigmatic, just as layered, as his music was.
He was owning it. From ballad to bass- driven to full-out drums and distortion, he owned every second of it and he knew it. He sauntered up and down the stage, his fingers making quick work of the guitar strings, and sometimes, when he turned to face the band, playing off of Tricky, he was smiling like a little boy. In his element. This place where nothing could touch him.
“Hey, little lamb,” he said.
“Hi, giant red potato.” He snorted.
“Red potato? That’s a new one.” I sat down on the bed and smiled into the phone.
“Oh, I have plenty more. That was the most flattering one.”
She was everything, and at that moment on stage, I had everything. A world at my feet and a woman with my heart.
Another day to face, another day to die.
It should have been me. But it wasn't. And the music played on.
“My name is Sage Knightly. One of the few surviving members of the metal band, Hybrid. I’m about to embark on my first solo tour, to be the rock star I was always supposed to be.
But something tells me I’m not coming out of this alive.
And neither is she.”
“I tried to dream of Dawn, her beautiful face that pulled me out from so many buses, sun through so many clouds. Innocence, passion, life…even after everything she’d seen. Faith. In me.
I tried to dream of Dawn but dreams don’t work that way, especially when you fall asleep with an empty bottle of whisky in your clammy hands.”
“I made sure I kept eye contact with him, no matter how intimate was, and dug my fingers into his waist, driving him forward into me. His body never lost the rhythm that was so deeply engrained in him, always on beat, always in time.”
“Fuck the tour! Fuck all of this. I’m not doing anything until we deal with Dawn.” He looked at me with wide-eyes. “I am not going to lose you.”
The few living things on this earth that could live forever, even beyond their own end—bands, groups, music. They were all vampires through art.
Self-entitled rock star who is drowning in his own self-loathing, handing out favors for the pity party.And by dealing I mean numbing himself from feeling anything. He avoids having to think about anything that happened and when he does think, he thinks about Dawn.
I’d give anything for her to try and fix me again.So insert Rusty.
She had never been "hot" in that cheesy supermodel way, and she wasn't a refined beauty like Angeline, but she was gorgeous to me all the same.Their relationship is kind of strained, because they hadn't spoken for months and Sage is not the same person he used to be when they last met. He's gone downhill and neither one of them is quite sure where they stand with each other. It's written in a dual POV, so you get both sides of the story. Don't worry though, this doesn't become an annoying book with relationship issues and misunderstandings. They don't have time to waste on that, because now it seems like Dawn is the one who made a deal with the devil. And so the battle against demons starts again.
I wished I could have gone back in time and never wished for anything to change, to just try and make the most of it and keep going on with my life.What strikes me in this story and the previous one is the wish for something more. No matter how much we have or don't have, human beings are greedy and always want more. We sell our souls to the devil just to get more, and I mean this as a metaphor, but Karina made it literal. Sage made a deal with the devil, because he wanted succes, a career, talent and love. It wasn't until after the deal that he realized that he could've accomplished all that by himself too. And no matter how dire our circumstances may seem and no matter how much we wish things would've been different, we should appreciate what we have and make the best of it. We all have the ability and the talent to accomplish what we want in life. We just need to believe in it and make it happen ourselves.
We were all joined together in this poetic web, maybe all feeling different things and taking away different stories and lessons, but we were all feeling. And sometimes in this world full of war and strife and daily shit that made you numb, that's all you really needed.
"You are my reprise, my encore, my finale. You're every single note wrapped up in the world's most beautiful package. My love for you sings, and it's a song that will never stop playing. It will play through our deaths and beyond that. And this I know."Brava, Karina! I was kind of miffed with the first book in this series but I thank the rock gods that this second instalment turned out to be completely magnificent. It had everything I expected and wanted from a Karina Halle novel and needless to say... I LOVED IT.