Touring with four rockers is the thing of dreams… Or so people tell me.
These men have been my shield all of my life, protecting me, guarding me, and I take care of them. No, not in that way.
I handle all the dirty work behind the scenes of a rocker's life. It isn’t always pretty. At times it can be damn near disgusting, especially when I have to get rid of their one-night stands.
It doesn’t bother me, though—I mean, it’s not like I’m in love with one of them. That would be crazy. Falling for a rocker is NOT smart.
So call me stupid because one holds my heart in his huge rocker hands. He just doesn’t know it—yet.
THE ROCKER WHO HOLDS ME
SIGNED PRINT FROM THE AUTHOR