He’s ready for the future. She’s stuck in the past. What they have together is bodacious, but can they make it last?
Rory Stone’s days of 90’s grunge and poetry are over. It was all that and a bag of chips, but reality bites sometimes, and she’s tamped down her wild side. Now her days are spent running open mic nights and counting change in the tip jar. Nothing speaks to her soul anymore, until James Griffith shows up with a guitar and a husky voice singing her favorite Nirvana song.
James is no rock newbie. He’s a star bound for bigger places than Hammond Falls. Rory is stuck there—it’s all about the Benjamins, baby—so falling for him will both suck and blow. But James’s blush and their shared love of music captures her heart. She may have sworn off words, music, and love, but he’s ready to rock her muse into the present, both the outside bedroom . . . and inside it.
Warning: Get ready for a Stevie Nicks–meets–Punky Brewster kind of girl with a cynical streak as loud as her multicolored braids, and a soft-spoken, teddy bear of an indie singer who loves flannel shirts and the Muppets. References to mosh pits, pixie sticks, and dorm-room sex are totally rad. Will it be a bummer? As if!
If you’re looking for dirty words to entertain your libido, look no further. This short standalone is packed with a heroine with a ragged soul, and a melt-in-your-mouth book boyfriend. Originally part of ’90s Playlist: A Romance Rewind Anthology.