Release: May 4, 2014
Cole Brandt was the self-centered and philandering lead singer for Generation Rejects
Vivian Baily was a flaky, attention seeking drama queen.
Apart they were challenging…together they were complete and total chaos.
Cole and Vivian were two people who should never have been together.
Yet they crashed into each other at every turn.
Their relationship was anything but stable. But it was passionate. It was messy. It was hopelessly seductive. And it might possibly drive them both insane.
They fought. They made up. They screamed. They made love.
They hated and they loved in equal measure.
And now that Generation Rejects are starting to hit it big and the band is on the road, temptation and massive egos could very well spell the end of their roller coaster.
If only they could stay away from each other.
But Vivian has finally reached her breaking point. Tired of their endless cycle, she is ready to say goodbye to Cole for good.
Yet Cole isn’t one to go away quietly. Particularly when he is starting to realize exactly what he stands to lose if Vivian walks away.
As his world begins to turn upside down, Cole realizes that the one person who can hold him together is the girl who may no longer want him.
Love can be a comedy of errors, particularly for two people who never seem to get the timing right.
And In the crazy world of rock and roll, the hardest lessons to learn just might be the ones with the sweetest rewards
“You don’t sound too happy about that. Is the rock and roll lifestyle losing its luster,” she teased. Shit, if she only knew.
I wanted to tell her about my conversation with Jose. Of how he wanted me to leave the band. I needed to get this great big pile of guilt off my chest. Because ever since Jose had mentioned the possibilities out there for me this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was obsessing.
But I couldn’t tell Vivian. Because I wasn’t ready to admit out loud how much I wanted to take Jose up on his offer. Because that would be to admit how much of a traitorous ass I really was.
I played the part of dick head really well. I fucked chicks, I started fights. I spoke out of my ass and pretended not to give a shit about consequences.
But it was just that…pretending.
I had learned a long time ago that being a jerk was easier than being someone people walked all over. That it was better to hurt someone before they had the chance to hurt me.
It was fucked up. It was wrong. I knew all of this. But I didn’t do heartache and pain very well. I was actually a huge pussy about it.
And the thought of screwing over the three people closest to me, while repulsive, was also entirely too appealing. Particularly when I was poised to gain so much if I did.
And if I verbalized it, the asshole thing wouldn’t be an act anymore.
It would be who I was. I would feel it deep in my bones.
It would be all I knew.
“It’s just overwhelming sometimes,” I said, feeling safe to admit that small truth.
Vivian’s sigh filled my ears and made me feel better than I had all day.
“I’m sure. I can’t even imagine. But you’ll be fine. You’re Cole Brandt. This is what you do. You’ll get up on that stage tonight and you’ll become everyone’s fantasy and you’ll love it.”
“Am I your fantasy?” I chuckled, hoping to god she said yes.
Vivian’s soft laughter was like a kick to the gut. I seriously loved her laugh.
“Some days,” she muttered.
“Only some day? What about today?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear. I don’t think I had ever smiled this wide in my entire life.
“I don’t know. There’s still time for you to piss me off.”
Then we were both laughing and life felt good again.
About the Author: A. Meredith Walters
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.