~SYNOPSIS~
The Rocker Who Cherishes Me
Wroth
The Marines took me from a Tennessee farm boy and turned me into a hard man. Between the things I’d seen during my tour of duty and the things I’d done during my years as a member of OtherWorld, nothing could faze me. Nothing.
Except for HER.
She’s everything that is good in the world. At least, my world. Everything I’ve ever done has been for her. Always for her. I feel as if I need her to breathe, to feel alive. But I can’t have
Marissa. She’s to innocent, to damn perfect. And me? I’m not good enough for that girl. She deserves better, someone who would spend their life CHERISHING her. Not breaking her heart.
Marissa. She’s to innocent, to damn perfect. And me? I’m not good enough for that girl. She deserves better, someone who would spend their life CHERISHING her. Not breaking her heart.
Marissa
Between my brother and Wroth Niall I’d been protected from the world for most of my life. You would think I was still a little girl the way they treated me. But I wasn’t made out of glass. It would take a lot to break this girl. Because if a childhood cancer hadn’t kicked my
butt, nothing would. Right?
butt, nothing would. Right?
Wrong.
All I’ve ever wanted was for him to look at me. Really look at me and see that I wasn’t a fragile piece of porcelain that would break if he touched me. What I got was a lot more…but
All I’ve ever wanted was for him to look at me. Really look at me and see that I wasn’t a fragile piece of porcelain that would break if he touched me. What I got was a lot more…but
nowhere close to enough. Once I touched heaven—at least heaven for me—and now I didn’t know how to go back to what Wroth and I had had before. I can’t go back to the life I was living before my short time with Wroth. It would destroy me to stay that close, when I know that I’m not what he really wants. So when my brother asks me to go on tour with him yet again, I decide to jump on that tour bus without a backwards glance.
Only I wasn’t prepared to be stuck on HIS bus.
Only I wasn’t prepared to be stuck on HIS bus.
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BOOK REVIEW: The Rocker
Who Cherishes Me (The Rocker…series #8) by Terri Anne Browning
5 Stars
“The voice in my head, the one that constantly told me that I was no good for this girl, that I would only bring her heartache and taint her with the evilness that I had seen and performed while in the Marines was quieter than usual. The voice of my heart, the one that always seemed so faint was suddenly screaming to take what was mine. Love her, cherish her.”
Marissa Bryant has been in love with OtherWorld guitarist Wroth
Niall since she was a teen stricken with cancer. Wroth had struggled with being worthy of
Marissa for several years. And when they
finally took their chance on love, one night tore them apart. Meanwhile his
bandmate, Devlin, didn’t fair much better when it came to keeping his girl.
The tour that brought Axton and Dallas together (in The Rocker Who Wants Me) destroyed
Marissa and Wroth and Natalie and Devlin’s budding romances, leaving both girls
broken hearted. But these rock girls are tough, and they aren’t going to let the
boys keep dragging them down for long. In fact, they might just try to turn the tables on them.
Marissa is such a sweetie and has tremendous strength for
all she’s been through. One of the great things about the females in The Rocker...series is how they trudge through and stay strong even when they are hurting. There’s a lot of fun female bonding in this one,
and the camaraderie among the girls comes through. There’s also quite a few
steamy “foreplay” scenes between her and Wroth. Grab your fan to cool yourself
down. Is it hot in that roost or what? :)
As always, the other band members have fun appearances,
making you wish you were a part of their close knit crew. Who knew Shane looked
good in peach or that Jesse’s twins were breast men already! ;-) There’s also hints about future books planted along the way
that will have you itching for the next installments. Natalie and Devlin
teasers abound. Trust me, you won’t want
to put this down.
Can Wroth finally step up to the plate in time to win Marissa’s heart back and regain her trust, or will Marissa go through with her plan to return the heartache?
Can Wroth finally step up to the plate in time to win Marissa’s heart back and regain her trust, or will Marissa go through with her plan to return the heartache?
Find out the circumstances of the incident that broke
Marissa’s heart, and what Wroth intends to do to fix it. Once again Terri delivers a stunning
HEA, and this one is so creative and unique! I won’t spoil it with any details
because there are lots of great turns along the way, but I will say leave it to
Emmie to help make magic happen.
~EXCERPT~
Wroth
Unedited. Subjected to Changes
Mature Language
She was out on the dance floor with a glass of something
fruity in one hand and her other hand wrapped around Rhett’s arm as she danced
between him, Natalie and Linc. I slammed my now empty bottle of beer down onto
the bar top, making Emmie who had been standing close by jump. But I didn’t
think to apologize. My mind was cloudy but focused on only one mission.
Kiss Marissa.
Kiss Marissa.
“F*ck, why am I the only sober one when he is suddenly shit
faced?” I thought I heard Axton whine behind me.
Was I shitfaced? Maybe, but I didn’t care.
As I strode toward my girl someone stepped in front of me, but I pushed past
him, not caring if I knocked the man on his ass or not. As I drew closer
Natalie and Linc stopped dancing and Natalie took a few steps back, pulling Linc
with her. After a small hesitation she reached for Rhett and tugged him back
with her and the muscle head. Marissa, oblivious to her friends’ desertion and
my approach continued to sway to the soft music with her eyes nearly closed.
My buzzed mind decided to take advantage of her like that and I wrapped my arms
around her from behind. My hands folded around her waist and I lowered my head
even as she stiffened in my arms. Burying my nose in her neck I inhaled like a
man deprived of oxygen would take in lungful after lungful of fresh air. Dallas
had been right earlier. Marissa’s shampoo did smell good. It was something
different from what she had once used, but it smelled delicious and made her
hair soft and shiny.
Marissa tried to turn in my arms but I tightened my hold around her waist,
locking her in place against me. As if it had developed a mind of its own, my
tongue snuck out and tasted the soft skin under her ear, rewarding me instantly
with a shiver that she was unable to contain. Around us everyone else
disappeared and I swayed to the music with her. I didn’t dance, but if it meant
I got to have her in my arms then I would do the f*cking Macarena.
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