Synopsis:
It seemed like a
good idea at the time. Get over my break-up by having a one-night stand with a rock 'n' roll hottie and
move on with my life. Going on tour as official photographer to the world’s number one band was not
part of the plan.
Have you
ever dreamed of being plucked out of the crowd by one of the hottest rock stars in the
world?
I didn't even
know who Ozstryker were when my reckless sister Beth dragged me along to their concert. I went solely
to keep her out of trouble, not for me to get tangled up with the famous guitarist renowned for his
magnificent shirtless torso and talented fast hands.
I had no
intention of becoming a groupie, let alone anything else. But when Jax Ozstryker invited me on a date, I
decided it was time for a little fun. Not that the night ended how I had planned – or how he planned, for
that matter – I got a job and he didn't get laid.
Now I’m on
tour with the biggest band in the world with my crazy, unpredictable sister for company and a beautiful
dangerous attraction for my new boss. I never dreamed life could be so crazy. Or
complicated.
But this is
life on the road – where nothing makes sense and everything is possible.
About the Author:
I have written stories for as long as I
can remember. I wrote my first book when I was five years old. It was called, The Goodies, and it was a
short story about driving to the shops to get some milk. Needless to say, it was a very short book and
hardly the page turner. It was also illustrated in orange felt tip pen because it was the only felt tip pen
left in the pencil case that wasn’t dried up and useless.
My first attempt at writing
romance was in high school when my athletic ambitions were replaced with Sunday sessions in my
bestfriends bedroom, smoking cigarettes and writing smut about the hot guy at school. They were
dreadfully crude stories. Lots of awkward fumblings in the dark or a series of awful first kisses. They
were also very straight forward. Very straight to the point. Because I didn’t have a clue about what I was
talking about. And I used terrible words such as “shaft”, “her moist warmth” and “velvet cavern”…yeah,
they were awesome.
In following years I wisely
gave up the cigarettes, became Mum to the “best kid in the world” and married a vastly understanding
and supportive soul who tolerated the complete absence of my inner domestic goddess. Through a lot
of trial and error, I think I may have started to write stories other people would want to read … without
an orange felt tip pen in sight…
You can find Penny here:
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