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244 pages, Paperback
Published January 28, 2018

I loved the sounds of the house now. Maybe I could stitch up my wounds with these new sounds
J.R. Rogue. Burning Muses (Kindle Locations 856-857). Radiant Sky Publishing Group.
He was not the type to tell someone to receive attention. He did it simply because he was good. I wanted to be good the way he was good. I was grim grey toned morals and sin, someone who wore bruises since they were 10-years-old.
J.R. Rogue. Burning Muses (Kindle Locations 895-897). Radiant Sky Publishing Group.
Chace pulled back, and looked down at me. His gaze was penetrating. “I like you,” he said, simply. We both knew there was nothing simple about those words.
I stared back. We had stopped dancing. Couples zipped passed us, most likely shooting daggers at us. I didn’t care. “I like you, too.”
“More than a friend,” he stated. His tone was confident. His eyes were not.
“Me too.” I felt something release inside of me. I had said it. Not to myself, not to Kat. To him. Everything would change.
“Okay,” he replied. It was all I needed. He pulled me close again.
J.R. Rogue. Burning Muses (Kindle Locations 1698-1703). Radiant Sky Publishing Group.
Me: Ok, I won’t text you anymore. Play on.
Chace: As you wish.
Did this kid just quote The Princess Bride to me?
J.R. Rogue. Burning Muses (Kindle Locations 502-504). Radiant Sky Publishing Group.
Now, I ached. I ached in places I didn’t know existed. My body didn’t want to function. And yet, the world was still turning. I couldn’t fathom the fucking ‘how’ of it all. I simply wanted to stay in bed. Soulmates. I believed in that word now. This year I became a believer. What a bitch that was.
J.R. Rogue. Burning Muses (Kindle Locations 2669-2671). Radiant Sky Publishing Group.
Don’t let fear sway you. You’re not your past.”
“"...I think I was writing about
you before we met.
I think I will write about
you long after
that lingering ache
from your lips
leaves me.
You fell for me before you touched my skin,
& I felt my essence in every note
you dropped onto the page.
I felt it in the songs you refused
to sing & the ones I caught
on that rainy balcony the
nights I held my breath &
inhaled the sound of your guitar.
I felt it in the way you lost
yourself in me, hidden
away on that mahogany bed
with the canopy & the rain..."
