Friday, November 22, 2013

Review by Jenn: Hard Rock Roots Series by CM Stunich

The Hard Rock Roots Series
CM Stunich
Recently Released...

Tough Luck
Hard Rock Roots #3
300 pages
Published November 14th 2013
New Adult Rock Star Romance
 Blurb:  "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.......

Lola Saints is a godsend.
But I wish she wasn't.
I don't know sh*t 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.

this review contains minor spoilers
I can hear you from a thousand miles away and I'll come from a million.
I can taste the beat of you’re heart on my tongue, and smell the flavor of your passion. In the darkness, you’re my light, and you’ll burn away the pain.
Well once again CM Stunich has knocked me sideways, slapped me silly and left me cursing her name while wanting to kiss her face off at the same time. This woman really knows how to bulldoze my emotions and leave me in a state of near panic with her friggin cliffhangers. This is not a rainbows and unicorns kind of romance. It's gritty, dirty, ugly and downright nasty-but underneath all the blood and grime is the power of friendship, family, love and loyalty with a boatload of snark, foul language, laughs and crazy hott steam. Let me just say, the scene in the parking of the hottest things I’ve ever read. **fans oneself**
Lola Rubi Saints....
Plays drums for Ice and Glass. Has a tattoo of a pretzel on her right ass cheek.
I know who she is. I just forgot. Or rather, I was having trouble putting a name to that face. That beautiful, fucking face.
My name is Ronnie McGuire, and I am not afraid to hold a shirtless ass kicking. Take it off at your own risk.
In book three of the Hard Rock Roots series we step out of Turner and Naomi's heads and into Ronnie and Lola's. As much as I love Turner and his crazy antics, my heart has bleed for Ronnie. Ten tears ago he lost the love of his life to a car accident and hes been on a downward spiral ever since. Buried under drugs, booze and sex with just about anyone, father of four kids he never sees, every day is lived simply trying to forget the pain.
Why can't I forget you? It's not like I want to, but, baby, call me crazy. I cannot move on.”
    Jesus, I hate this friggin' song. The day turner wrote it I almost socked him in the face. I know he was trying to help, but to be honest with you it just kind of makes things worse. Even all these years later. Even after all these fucking years.
   I can still see Asuka's smile, still hear her voice, still feel her body brushing against mine, soft and perfect. My love, my one, true love.

Lola Saints, drummer for Ice and Glass has set her sights on Ronnie. She knows his past and all his faults but all she can see is the sadness he is always wrapped in. she shouldn’t care, doesn't want to, but can't help it. All she wants is to pull him out of his constant state of depression so everyone else can see the decent guy she knows is buried under that black cloud of melancholy, but that’s not her job. Lola's got secrets, dark and dangerous secrets she has to protect with her life, but Ronnie sees right through her. He knows all about forced smiles and faked laughs, he lives it every day. He just wants to figure out what Lola’s hiding because for the first time in ten years hes drawn to someone like he never thought would be possible again.

Ronnie's hands come up and fist my ass. He doesn't start off with small talk either. He goes straight for the gold, grabbing and caressing my flesh with greedy hands. Careful, Lola, or you might get burned. I push up against him, struggling to stay on my tiptoes so our faces can stay somewhat even. I kind of want to climb his ass like Godzilla on top of the Empire State Building, just get all up in there and find my perch.

I'm so horny, I can hardly see straight. Seeing the sleek curve of her back, the art that adorns her body like the world's finest gallery … I shiver. Logical thought is getting harder and harder to come by.
The plot thickens in book three of this series. Some questions will be answered and the players in this tangled web of lies take things to a whole new level. You cant trust anybody outside of your tight inner circle, and even those are risky, you never know whats hiding around the corner and every page is turned in fear because you know from experience that the ending will leave you screaming...I was not wrong in that assumption. The was probably the worst cliffhanger of the series so far. Fortunately we don't have to wait too long to see what CM has in store for us next.
I hit the stairs and forgo the elevator, just so I can stay away from Indecency and Amatory Riot. As far as I’m concerned, they're both dead and buried. Or they will be, if we all do what we're told.

Turner's always believed secrets kill, and now, here, without even knowing what Lola's going to say, I’d have to agree. Something isn't right. Something here is ugly. Real ugly. And totally and completely fucked.
Previously Published...
Real Ugly
Hard Rock Roots #1
300 pages
Published June 9th 2013
New Adult Rock Star Romance
Blurb:"These are real people with real problems. This is real life, and it's real f*cked up."
   Turner Campbell is an asshole.
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...
    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.

*****5 Real Messy Stars
this review contains minor spoilers
Real ugly. That's life. Fucking hideous and hateful and bloody. I wish I could see it otherwise.
Now that was a hott mess, but in a fantastic, emotionally charged, screwed up kind of way. The title is really quite fitting. This is a rock star romance...sorta. What we have here is the grungy, gritty, dark side of rock. Don't expect sunshine and unicorns, it's sex-drugs & rock-n-roll baby, at it's dirtiest.
I know of Turner. I've read articles about him, watched him onstage, listened to his music. That doesn't mean I know a damn thing about the real guy hidden underneath -other than that he's a complete and total asshole. A whore. A drug addict. There's just nothing to like basically.
Turner Campbell: lead singer of 'Indecency', arrogant, drug-induced, drunken manwhore. Different woman every night but usually so wasted he doesn't even remember it later.
I feel like shit, but hey, things have been worse. At least I didn't wake up in an alley or in some stranger's car on the way to friggin' Mexico. I touch my stomach with gentle fingers. And it doesn't look like anybody cut out your organs while you were passed out. It's a good day for you, Turner.
Takes what he wants, doesn't understand the meaning of the word no, expects EVERYONE to drop at his command and they usually do...til he meets Naomi.
I want to shake her and hug her and scream at her and fuck her, all at the same time. Goddamn it, my head is freaking killing me. What is with this chick and who the hell does she think she is? Why doesn't she worship me like everybody else? I'm so torn up inside that I feel like I'm going to split in half.
Naomi Knox: lead guitarist for 'Amatory Riot', mean as hell, blunt, no stranger to drugs & booze herself, and the only person on the planet (other than his band-mates) who doesn't fall on her knees at Turner's feet or put up with any of his crap -she gives as good as she gets.
Who the fuck does she think she is? She joins my tour, disrespects me, turns my life upside down, and then proceeds to fuck with me. Bitch has a lot of nerve. But I'm still interested. Either I'm a glutton for punishment or the drugs really have done what the PA's always said they'd do, and rotted my fucking brain right out of my skull.
That doesn't mean that she's not attracted to him, you will choke on all the sexual tension in here, but she despises the man so she fights it with all that she has...sometimes violently. But, no matter how big the animosity between these two, chemistry like that can only be fought off for so long before it blows, especially with someone as persistent as Turner in the mix.
I have to have her....If I don't, I think I'll go fucking crazy. I've never felt this way before, and it's scaring the shit out of me.
When it finally does come to a head, the explosion is....well, it was damn hott. In the midst of all this, Naomi is fighting to hide some pretty huge and very dark secrets that can't stay buried forever.
There's a lot more to this story than first meets the eye, that is for fucking sure. There are secrets wrapped in secrets buried under secrets; I can smell 'em from here.
Just when you think the drama can't possibly get any worse, Naomi's past blows up in a big friggin way. Wanna talk about epic cliffhangers?!? This one will destroy you. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a pretty little HEA wrapped in a bright shiny bow -that would just have been completely out of place in this book and made no sense, but DAMN!! I still can't wrap my head around that ending, brutal. CM Stunich definitely knows how to keep you drooling for more.

I cannot urge you strongly enough to follow this author through hell and back, she's freakin awesomesauce. From zombies, mermaids & fae, to motorcycle dudes & rock gods, this woman does it all and does it brilliantly.

Get Bent
Hard Rock Roots #2
336 pages
Published July 27th 2013
New Adult Rock Star Romance
Blurb:"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...
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?
*****5 Turner Friggin Campbell Stars

this review contains minor spoilers
"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. Now that there's a chance I've lost her, I know I'd do anything to get her back."

I was not expecting love, but I was more than willing to embrace the shit out of it. This whole wallowing in the depths of despair crap? Not so much.
Well....feck me sideways, that was freakin EPIC!! C.M. Stunich never fails to floor me. This is probably gonna be a short review, after the ending of Real Ugly almost anything I say would kill the suspense in Get Bent for you & that is something I just wont do. There is so much up in the air right from the start that you have no idea which direction it's all gonna take. We start off this book with Turner & his reactions to the bloody aftermath of Real Ugly's gut-wrenching cliffhanger.
"What are you doing? You're gonna kill yourself." I don't tell my best friend that I don't care, that I'd rather die than live without Naomi Knox. I mean, how fucked up is that? Love sucks balls.... that I've fallen into it, nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be okay. I sipped from love's wine and now I'm drunk as shit without a place to lie down.

I feel like a zombie, marching along to the beat of a necromancer's drum. I'm moving, but I'm not in control. I'm functioning, but I'm not living, not anymore.
To say he is not handling the loss of Naomi well would be the understatement of the century. Drugs & booze become as essential as air, anything to numb the pain. The biggest change in his actions is the women, even with Naomi gone he will not touch them. All he can think about is her, no one else will do. The worst part for him is the not knowing weather or not she is actually dead or just missing, no one will give him any real answers. While everyone else around him just starts to believe the worst, that she is dead, he refuses to & does everything he can to keep her spirit alive. The only thing keeping him going is his hope that he WILL find her & he will NOT think otherwise.
I will find Naomi Knox. A real man never let's his lady slip by the wayside. If she's out there, I'm going to fucking get her back.

I've got a purpose now, and it feels damn good. Everything I do between now and the moment my lips meet Naomi's again, is focused wholly on that task. Nothing else matters.
This whole book was one huge surprising twist after another, the story just does not slow down. I fell even more in love with Turner as his pain gutted me. Ronnie also took up residence in my heart as we got to spend some real time with him and got to know him better. And while it doesn't end on such a WTF moment as Real Ugly, it definitely leaves you with an OMG-huh? feeling while salivating for the next book. I cannot wait to see where this series takes me. All I know for sure is, it's gonna be a rough ride & I'm totally ready for it, eager even. CM Stunich- you are a wicked evil woman & I THANK YOU FOR IT!!!
I've only got eyes for Knox at this point. Seems like a one-fucking-eighty for me, but it's not. It's just a natural progression. I've been through a lot of girls, hundreds even, and I don't give a shit about any of them. For Naomi, I'd chop off my own dick. Pretty simple.

Naomi Knox had this...this something inside her that made me think of puppies and kitty cats. I want to kiss her face off and make babies with her, and she is the only damn woman on this earth that I would give the title of Mrs. Turner Campbell to. Fuck the rest of them groupies.

I'm so wrapped up in that girl that I can't breathe anymore, that I can't see the world without her in it. Love has grabbed me by the balls and it's never letting go. I am so freaking screwed...
...Love is a disease, man, and I am fucking chronic.
And keep your eyes open for Book four in the series
Bad Day
coming December 1st 2013!!

Naomi Knox & Turner Campbell
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...

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.
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About the Author...

C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.
Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.
C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.
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