Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | (Rock God #1) Rise |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Cassandra Robbins |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B0992Z6L83 |
| Book Information: | |
USA Today bestselling author Cassandra Robbins returns with a scorching second chance, age-gap love story about a Rock God and his muse. I know what I want. So when opportunity knocked, I took it. I grabbed my shot, willing to do anything to make it happen. From the beginning, I knew I was destined to be with the six-foot-four, bourbon-eyed Rock God. Only back in the early days he wasn’t a god. Rhys Granger was my brother’s friend, the boy next door who wrote verses and played his guitar in our garage. He was talented. Exciting. Damaged. The kind of guy who made all the girls cry… Except for me. I thought I was special. Turns out I’m not. And now… I despise him. He’s the lead singer of the Stuffed Muffins, one of the biggest bands in the world, with dark hair, full lips, and a body to die for. Unfortunately, he’s a dick. Not that I care anymore. I have my own career. I’m successful in my own right. So, when offered another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I turn it down. But the universe has other plans, and I’m forced back into the savagely glamorous world of rock ‘n’ roll. Thrust into battling his seductive smile, his dangerous kisses, and my own addictive needs. He might be a Rock God, but he’s also a man. And I’m the woman he never saw coming. ---- Get your VIP pass to the hottest world tour this year. Rise is a complete standalone in the Rock God series. Stage dive straight into Rhys and Gia’s uncontrollable attraction. With appearances from beloved past characters, this is my most scorching book yet. *Not responsible for broken or spontaneous combustion of your e-reader.* | |
| Books in Series: | Rock God Series by Cassandra Robbins |
| Books by Author: | Cassandra Robbins |
Your Guardian Angel – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Silver and Cold – AFI
Mountain Man – Crash Kings
Champagne – Cavo
Cocaine – Eric Clapton
The Night We Met – Lord Huron
I Found – Amber Run
Forever – Labrinth
Love is a Bitch – Two Feet
Do It for Me – Rosenfeld
Snow White – Dennis Lloyd
You Really Got Me – The Kinks
A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard
Voodoo – Bryce Fox
Devil Inside – London Grammar
Don’t Let Me Down – Stereophonics
She Talks to Angels – The Black Crowes
Glycerine – Bush
House of Pain – The White Buffalo
Where Did You Sleep Last Night – Sleigh Bells
November Rain – Guns N’ Roses
Within Your Reach – The Replacements
In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel
For my loves,
Mark, Jack, and Sophia
She stands in the rain, droplets of water running down her face to her feet. The moonlight makes it seem even more ominous than anything the daylight could spread.
Her pain seeps out of her, almost as if her tears are the reason she’s wet, rather than the rain that has soaked the parking lot.
The pulse of rage pounds my temples along with my adoring crowd behind me. The stadium energy is alive. It vibrates through me as I watch her.
“Why?” she yells at me. Her long, wet hair sticks to her face.
The guitar solo behind me wails as they chant my name. I wonder if they know how much I need to hear them?
This is the moment I die and become reborn.
Her grief will heal; mine will fester and ooze. It’s poison, growing stronger daily until my heart will not beat for her anymore.
She is, was, my anchor. My fucking lifeline to the real me.
I watch her beautiful face in the moonlight, her pale skin never looking more striking at this moment, until she backs away from me, taking my soul with her.
Agonizing pain seizes my chest as I let her go.
I don’t reach for her.
I don’t stop her, though the pain’s so excruciating it’s as though I’ve swallowed a knife. The slow descent slices my insides.
The bike waits for her like a living creature. An angry, living beast, its exhaust fills the area. It rumbles and vibrates on the pavement, reminding me that no matter how high I rise, I’ll always be the man who hemorrhages grief.
She hesitates, her hand on his shoulder.
Time stops.
One. Two. Three.
I hear my heart pound and know it’s hers calling to me.
“I hate you, Rhys Granger,” she screams. Her thin body trembles as she swings one long leg over the seat and climbs on, clinging to the biker in front of her.
I can’t see him. Don’t need to. I know his rage, and I’d feel the same if the roles were reversed.
His dark bike shines, almost glows in the moonlight. The sky blasts an eerie white zigzag across the black night. The pelting, almost stinging rain burns my sensitized skin. I open my mouth to try to take back all that has happened, to make her stay.
But I stop myself.
I owe her more than that.
The guitar solo is almost over and the lights from the stadium lasers fill the wet night with color.
My followers never leave. They’re what I need to focus on. Even with Mother Nature sharing her grief for me, my people love me. They know I bleed for them, and in return they give me their undying devotion.
The bike, like a dark demon, speeds away, the red taillight illuminating the two figures who seem to evaporate into the wet night.
For a second, I move as if I can actually catch up with the lead horse. I rip off my soaked shirt as if to shed my skin, or at least her scent, but stop as I acknowledge the truth: this is it.
She’s mine and she’s gone.
I’m not good.
All the people I love end up getting hurt.
The rumble of the crowd stops me, calls to me. Like a junkie with his addiction, I slow. We never had a chance.
Timing. The one thing you never escape. Our past formed our future.
Tossing the wet shirt to the ground, I reach for my heart, then look up into the rain-filled night and let it wash away my guilt.
Betrayal stings like a bitch, and no amount of Mother Nature’s cleansing tears can rid me of who and what I’ve become.
I’ve lost my muse, the one love of my life.
The crowd chants my name. I embrace it, let it fill me, build me up, the adrenaline of their screaming love allowing me to accept who I am.
Rock God.
As if the universe agrees, it lets out a loud, explosive crash of thunder.
She’s gone and taken my heart with her but this… I still have this.
I start to walk, but the water weighs me down. Hands touch me, and someone passes me a bottle as I make my way up the stairs.
It’s chaos.
Mayhem.
The crowd roars as if my very presence has brought them to life.