Hard Rock Roots Series
Real Ugly
Hard Rock Roots (1 of 8; ongoing)
Turner Campbell is an a*****e.
I f*cking hate him.
But I can't get enough either.
He sings like an angel and f*cks like a devil.
If I could, I'd run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me.
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Naomi Knox is a bitch.
I can't f*cking stand her.
But I can't stop thinking about her either.
She looks like an angel and plays like a devil.
If I could, I'd f*ck her good and forget all about her, but to tell you the truth, I think this woman might be my last saving grace.
Get Bent
Hard Rock Roots (2 of 8; ongoing)
"I fell in love with a girl last week. I didn't expect it, didn't even know what was happening to me until it was too late."
Naomi Knox is missing.
I don't even f*cking know whether she's dead or alive.
What I do know is that she's the air I need to breathe.
She's my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood.
And I'll do anything to find her. Anything. Even if it means the end for me.
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Turner Campbell is searching.
But he has no f*cking clue what it is he's searching for.
There's darkness all around and enough secrets to choke.
There are angels, and there are devils. It's impossible to tell them apart.
Light needs to be shone on the truth, but there's no one left to hold the torch. The line between life and death is blurred, and the players are all thoroughly entrenched in the game. The question is: am I still one of them?
Tough Luck
Hard Rock Roots (3 of 8; ongoing)
"He wasn't just playing music, he was commanding sound and demanding sacrifice."
Ronnie McGuire is my target.
But I wish he wasn't.
I didn't sign up for this destruction, this pain.
In his music, I hear his soul crying out for me.
If I could, I'd run away from here and never look back because to tell you the truth, I'm terrified. There are forces weighing in on me that even I don't understand. I'm scared. Things are dangerous. This could get real ugly, real fast.
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Lola Saints is a godsend.
But I wish she wasn't.
I don't know sh** about her, but already, I'm hooked.
When she plays, I can almost imagine the ghosts of the dead are calling out to me.
If I could, I'd shed my soul and leave the pain of the past behind me. But I can't. I have to figure out if there's a way to fall in love anew and respect the old. But something else is going on, something weird. Something that tells me my tough luck might just run out real fast.
Bad Day
Hard Rock Roots (4 of 8; ongoing)
"That's not a rule, that's a compromise. Being in love means making sacrifices, you said it yourself."
Turner Motherf*cking Campbell.
I'm into him, yeah, and I think I love him.
But the sh*t has just hit the fan.
Time for the angels and devils to crash.
Because if we don't, then this all falls apart, and we lose everything. The fans, the music, the relationships that are just beginning to blossom. This is it. Let's kick as*, take names, and let the world know who's boss.
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Naomi Isabelle Knox, she's everything to me.
And I know I love her.
But I can't ignore the sh*t storm that's taken over this tour, my tour.
Time to get serious; time to dig deep; time to take back the music.
Because if we don't, then I could lose her. She could die; we all could. Or worse. Time to show the world what we're made of, that we're here to stay. Say hello to your idols, baby. Your new gods. Say hello to Indecency and Amatory Riot. Your latest obsessions, your greatest desires.
Born Wrong
Hard Rock Roots (5 of 8; ongoing)
"I just want you to be mine. I don't even care what foods you like to eat or where you grew up. It's this primal thing with me, and I'm not a primal person."
Dax McCann is as cold as ice.
I'm intrigued by him.
But I can't get close to him either.
His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart.
I wish he'd see me, but he only sees her. It's been so long since I've had to care that I'm not sure I can do it anymore. Now, tell me, why is there a gun to my head?
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Sydney Charell is … interesting.
I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her.
But I don't understand her.
She dances on poles and can't carry a tune to save her life.
I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to hide. Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back. I want a chance to use it before it breaks. Or splatters. Blood will be spilled; I just hope it isn't mine.
Dead Serious
Hard Rock Roots (6 of 8; ongoing)
"You ever see one of those old western movies where the sheriff and the outlaw face each other in a dusty street? Revolvers at the ready? Good versus evil and all. Well, this is kind of like that. Only more f***ed."
Naomi Knox is on her way to becoming the world's most worshipped Rock Goddess.
I'm so in love with this chick that I could be the King to her Queen, the Devil to her Angel.
But a wise soul once told me that your past is your foundation, and if it's crumbling, then you've got nothing left to build on.
I'll fight the f*cking world to see her safe, risk my life just to hear her sing one more time.
And then I'm going to marry her, put Turner babies in her belly, and live happily f*cking ever after. Or at least that's the plan. But you know what they say: the best laid schemes of mice and men …
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Turner Campbell is a douche bag.
No, seriously. He's a f*cking train wreck. But a precious train wreck. And I can't help myself: I love the sh*t out of him, even though I hate him. Even though I don't. Don't ask. It's complicated.
But he's also a rock star and now, so am I. The Goddess of Guitar, I guess. All I really want is to make music and see how hard it is to fall in love with a man who's a devil at heart but sings like an angel.
If I'm going to lay my heart on the line again though, I deserve a real chance. I won't be a pawn in this f*cking game any longer.
I don't care how dangerous the stakes are anymore. I'm taking charge of my own destiny, like I should've all along. I won't have the wool pulled over my eyes and I won't bend over for fate. Get ready, b*tches, because Naomi Knox is coming for you.
