Blurb
Working
for a cranky, old hermit in an isolated house sounds like Ruby’s idea of heaven
– but her boss isn't quite what she expects.
Tex
is a fugitive from the rock and roll world – a tragedy abruptly halted his
career. No one knows why he quit, no one knows where he is.
The
two of them live in the same house, avoiding each other, until Tex screws up,
endangering their lives and forcing them to move into close quarters. Suddenly,
the idea of human contact seems more appealing, if only with each other. The
sanctuary they have built is enough for Ruby -- the man she grows to love is
Tex the hermit, not Tex the rock star -- but the outside world encroaches.
She
thinks their fledgling love can’t shine brighter than the rock dream but can
Ruby bare to let Tex go?
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Excerpt
Our gazes met and, for a moment, it felt like I could see right into his soul. What I saw there was not the same pain I felt but the mirror image of it, something different but connected. A thread twisted between us and it seemed we were fated for something bigger. Then I broke away, unable to handle all the sludge being stirred up inside me.
He didn’t sing, he just played a melody that
sounded like hearts breaking and things deep inside dying. I wondered why he
played that to me. It was too raw and too painful. Maybe somewhere, wrapped
inside that music were the real reasons he’d stopped playing. In that moment, I
felt I understood something essential about him. That he had been broken deep
inside and somehow the broken parts of him matched the broken parts of me. I
wanted to hold him tight but I wasn’t a person who could do that. Instead, I
just sat and listened.
Bio
He didn’t sing, he just played a melody that
sounded like hearts breaking and things deep inside dying. I wondered why he
played that to me. It was too raw and too painful. Maybe somewhere, wrapped
inside that music were the real reasons he’d stopped playing. In that moment, I
felt I understood something essential about him. That he had been broken deep
inside and somehow the broken parts of him matched the broken parts of me. I
wanted to hold him tight but I wasn’t a person who could do that. Instead, I
just sat and listened.
Bio
Candy
J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed
was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any
room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity –
totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.
Candy
has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of
small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of
band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But,
of course, everything she writes is fiction.
Blog:
http://candyjstarr. com/
Twitter:
@candyjstarr
Email:
candyjstarr@gmail.com
