The Rocker That Loves Me

The Rocker That Loves Me

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What it’s all about

I was the fun loving, easy going, different girl—okay, different girls every night—Demon. One look into a pair of violet eyes and all of that changed. She doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is and that makes me want her even more. Realizing that she is just as damaged as I am breaks my heart. Harper is a part of me, my other half. If only she would open her incredible eyes and see how I feel… The Beauty… I knew that I wasn’t Shane Stevenson’s type. Hot rockers don’t go for plain girls like me. Years of my mother telling me just how unbeautiful I am has assured me of that. I have nothing to offer a guy that is so used to hot girls drooling over him. So why is he always there when I turn around? And why does it feel like little needles piercing my heart at the mere thought of him with someone else?


My thoughts

Oh sweet divine mother of Christ. Terri Anne Browning. How do you do it? My insides are churning even thinking of this story. I am not going to go into the plot. This is book 4 and I sure as hell don’t want to be giving anything away or spoiling previous books. After Drake’s story you would be forgiven for thinking that the story had reached its peak. I mean have you read Drake’s story? If not, why not?? Make sure to start at the beginning though with Emmie’s story. Anyhoo back to the point. The Rocker That Loves Me certainly was not any form of an anti climax, step back or toned down effort. It was f*&^ing awesome. AWESOME. Fanfreakingtastic. Oh my God I loved this story.

It was emotional, heartbreaking, hot, steamy, angsty, soft, gentle or as my dad would say “powerful gripping stuff”. I need Nik’s story like yesterday. I don’t know how we are meant to wait. I want steam coming off Terri’s fingers. Come on Terri you gotta hurry!!

A couple of teasers?

Harper

“I’m yours, Harper. And you are mine.”
I blinked, unable to understand his words at first. “What?”
“I belong to you. Tell me you know that.”
My breath felt like it was trapped in my lungs all of a sudden. “Shane… I…”
“I love you, baby.”
Tears burnt my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” he asked softly.
“Because… Because…” I broke off, not completely sure why he shouldn’t say those words to me. “Because I want to believe you.”

Shane

“Still scared?” she murmured, tracing her nails up and down the length of my stiff shaft.
Reaching out, I cupped her beautiful face. “Terrified,” I assured her with complete sincerity.
I flipped Harper onto her back. We fit just as I knew we would—perfectly. The way she spread her legs for me, so trusting. My cock fit like a missing puzzle piece against her. The way those incredible breasts pushed against my chest. She was my other half, and I was going to show her just how perfect we were for each other.
I wanted to tell her. The need to make promises that I intended to keep to my last breath was almost overwhelming. I knew she wasn’t ready to hear them. So I showed her instead.

About Terri Anne Browning

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Terri Anne Browning
Hated school and reading until her aunt handed over her first romance novel at the age of twelve, as crazy aunts tend to do. It gave her a passion for the written word that has only increased over the years. At sixteen she started writing her own novellas, forcing her sister to be her one woman fan club. Now she has a few more fans and a lot more passion for writing. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker That Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker… series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon’s Wings. Terri Anne lives just outside of Birmingham, AL with her husband and three children.

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