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366 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 15, 2015














Louder Than Love

I loved the take on the older and mature rockstar instead of the usual young and angsty musician.
”He embraced the deepest truth, breathing deep and allowing his mantra to come forth. And into the mic, he murmured, “This one is called Dove.”


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Steel yourselves - Softer Than Steel is here! If you've read Louder Than Love, you'll remember Rick from Adrian's band - this is his story!
I'm so excited to share this next installment in the Love & Steel series with readers! I call this my "rock and roll yoga love story" - read on:
Under the liberating guise of his alter ego ‘Riff Rotten’, Rick Rottenberg has circled the globe playing sold-out shows and sampling the universal delights that fame and fortune allow a rock star of his caliber. But he can no longer ignore the panic attacks plaguing him with increasing regularity. Not knowing where else to turn, Rick finds himself turning a doorknob – entering not only into the spiritual world of yoga, but into a retro world of rock music he had long abandoned as well. Revolve Records reminds him of why he picked up a guitar in the first place, and he hopes that Evolve Yoga – and its sexy owner - will help him forget everything else.
Swearing off musicians has been Sidra Sullivan’s mantra ever since a charismatic singer with a bad case of LSD (Lead Singer Disease) blocked her chakras and closed off her heart. The last thing she wants is another huge ego in tight pants hanging around, consuming her time and attention. But when Rick makes an offer to save her family’s historic Lower East Side building in exchange for her help, she begrudgingly makes an exception.
As she works him up to more challenging poses, he begins to wear down her walls of protection, challenging her to see him in a different light. She, in turn, teaches the steeled, seasoned rock warrior to soften his stance and find strength from within. But when a rock and roll power play threatens to disrupt the delicate balance that has grown between them, Sidra must decide whether to follow her head and fight, or to open her heart and fly. 


Father.
Widower.
Rocker.
Empty nester.
His dark brows lifted at that preposterous thought. How could that be?
Sidra and her yoga teachings had helped him immensely. But this was way beyond her throwing him the life preserver, and he knew he would defend his feelings until the ship went down and he sucked his very last breath of air.
This was transcendence.
They managed to soften the steel they’d both girded themselves with, systematically, for so long, and stepped into the process of letting themselves be vulnerable. It was okay to be vulnerable sometimes. It was strangely liberating, and powerful.
Father. Widower. Rocker. Empty nester.
You've got flames in your hair, my golden goddess.
Sidra was allergic to giggling. (Thank god, as I'm as well)
As he turned to leave,
he'd added, "And a word of advice. This guy . . . he's a little hardheaded. But right here?" He'd tapped his heart with this tattooed knuckles. "He's a softie."
"Anxiety isn't a sign of
weakness, Rick." Kat paused a moment, then quietly added, "I've been told it's a sign of being strong for too long."
The world still turns. Live goes on.
Fancy That.
"Nothing would make me happier. And contrary to my foul mood tonight, I haven't been this happy in a long time. I'm finally able to live in my skin again. Because of you, Goddess. Because you've given me a chance."
"I guess if it was a gift of love, it's never truly lost."









