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Rock Star Romance | Ex-Con | Second Chances | Family | Standalone
Their need for each other lights up as brightly as the bridges they burn. His possessiveness becomes her security blanket. It’s not love. It’s addiction. Path of Destruction is a story of grit, angst, and crawling together toward that second chance.
The first time Adeline Ivey danced into my existence, high on ecstasy instead of life, was at the party before the kickoff of our seventh tour. I spotted her out on the lawn, a gorgeous girl spinning around in circles with her arms wide and a big smile directed at the Los Angeles night sky. We shared an insane summer together on the road, surrounded by sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll—a combination that could only end in disaster.
Ten years later, I’m nothing but a number in the system of the Michigan Department of Corrections. The world has forgotten me, Lincoln Hayes, rock god and guitarist. Except for her. She hasn’t forgotten, and as the date of my parole hearing approaches, she tries to make an encore appearance in my life.
This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want.
457 pages, ebook
First published March 16, 2017
It was my purpose, to spread my legs for him and look like good little slut on his arm.Adeline is mentally broken by something that happened as a teen and desperately wants to feel nothing. There was lots of coke snorting, pill popping, binge drinking, soulless sex, and an overwhelming feeling of depression and doom that oozed through these sections of this book. Ade clings to Lincoln in complete dysfunction as he supplies her with drugs.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're a mess girl. Tell me what you need."They have explosive, incredibly hot sex all the time. (he has an elephant trunk and she's tiny) You can feel Lincoln getting attached to her. He wants to save her, protect her, find out why she has to be constantly high. I felt for both these characters, I really did.
"Coke," I rasped. "Or E. Or anything." I'd take it all. Valium, Xanax, Prozac, oxys, acid...I guess I wasn't ashamed anymore. Beyond caring.