In this highly anticipated follow-up to White
Trash Damaged, Cass and Tucker have finally found their happily ever after, but
can Eric, the band’s brooding drummer, ever let go of his past and find love?
From a small-town boy with fantasies of superstardom to rock star on tour with the suddenly famous band Damaged, Eric’s life has not been an easy journey. Now he struggles to let go of his past of physical abuse, a past that still haunts him. His anger is causing him to spiral out of control and he risks losing everything he has worked so hard for.
Only one person has ever gotten him to open up about his past: Sarah, the lead singer of Filth, the opening act on their first national tour—a fellow rocker with a confident façade that masks her own painful secrets. But their bands’ rocky past and Sarah’s tumultuous relationship with her bandmate and boyfriend Derek force her to keep Eric at a distance. As their friendship begins to grow into something more, Eric has to find a way to let go of his tortured past, or it could jeopardize his only chance for a happy future...
From a small-town boy with fantasies of superstardom to rock star on tour with the suddenly famous band Damaged, Eric’s life has not been an easy journey. Now he struggles to let go of his past of physical abuse, a past that still haunts him. His anger is causing him to spiral out of control and he risks losing everything he has worked so hard for.
Only one person has ever gotten him to open up about his past: Sarah, the lead singer of Filth, the opening act on their first national tour—a fellow rocker with a confident façade that masks her own painful secrets. But their bands’ rocky past and Sarah’s tumultuous relationship with her bandmate and boyfriend Derek force her to keep Eric at a distance. As their friendship begins to grow into something more, Eric has to find a way to let go of his tortured past, or it could jeopardize his only chance for a happy future...
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About Teresa Mummert:
I was a Russian spy
at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was
lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much
of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly
exiled to the south of France where I worked with wayward elephants in the
Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends meet
by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At
the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack
dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney's Underground Liquor
Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn't resist the allure of Liquor up front and
poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the
United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us here today.
If you have a moment I'd like to tell you a story.
(This bio is not to
be taken seriously under any circumstance.)
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