He was everything she never wanted. Yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Soulful, amber eyes.
A sex, drugs, and rock n’roll reputation.
A body that beckoned for sin.
Three years ago Rochelle Floros was living her dream come true… then lost it all. On the worst day of her life, the last person she expected to be there for her was a rock star and tabloid favorite. Now, she’s trying to rebuild her life after the tragedy that destroyed her fairytale. Slowly, she found herself captivated by a sexy, bad boy drummer she had known for years.
Rochelle was caught between the grief that shrouded her heart and the charismatic man that made it race. What she didn’t know is if he was being sincere or toying with her heart. The Redemption is about finding the pulse of your soul in the most unlikely places and giving love a chance to grow. Can what she wants really be what she needs? With his rhythm and her passion, can they make music together? Or will their harmony be lost forever?
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I pull my hand away slowly, leaving all the feelings we were developing behind in the palm of his hand.
“The timing is wrong.”
Startled, I jump in my seat.
Lowering his voice, he says, “That’s a cop out. I know you feel something for me. I see how you react because I also feel it when I’m around you. There’s something here and you’re just scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared to have a life without Cory and thinking you have to justify it to others. The problem with that is that when you start justifying it, it will make you feel like your love for Cory was less. It wasn’t. It’s just different. He’s not here, Rochelle.”
“Stop it. Stop talking about Cory and take me home.”
“Now you want to stop talking about him?” He looks surprised. “I can’t win with you when it comes to him.”
He shifts the car into drive. “This is not a competition, Dex.”
Disappointment slides onto his face. “Then why is he being shoved in my face every time we make a move?”
“This is one of the reasons why we won’t work. We see things very differently.”
“One of the reasons? Name another because from where I sit, we fit like two puzzle pieces clicking together.”
“You’re a supposed recovering addict. You have sex with anyone who offers.”
“That’s it. Right there. You play like you know who I am, but you don’t. That’s why the lies are so easily believed. I can tell what you’re doing. You’re giving me an out that I don’t want. You’re allowing yourself to believe the worst about me to ease your conscience, but it won’t—”
“You know what? Not everything is about you and your past. You lost a band mate and friend, but I lost my soulmate!”