Saturday, December 12, 2015

Confessions of a Punk Rocker By Nessie Strange!

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Description:

Jack Norris just lost his best friend—who also
happened to be his band’s drummer—to a drunk driving accident. As he navigates
the uncertainty of the band’s future, as well as his own personal demons, his
life spirals out of control. To make matters worse, his dead friend is back, and
it’s wreaking havoc on Jack’s sanity. When a new acquaintance not only hooks
him up with a drummer, but promises to help get rid of his ghostly stalker,
Jack’s life does a one eighty.


Drew MacLellan, the new drummer, is helping to bring
the band back from the dead. He’s also got an insanely hot older sister who is
definitely not Jack’s biggest fan. Jen MacLellan is nothing like the women
Jack’s dated in the past, but the more he gets to know her, the deeper he
falls. The only problem is, she’s got a boyfriend. Caught between his growing
attraction and the desire to do the right thing, Jack does everything he can to
keep things as just friends. The longer it goes on, the more he realizes it
isn’t possible. Can Jack win the heart of the woman he’s fallen for? And can he
figure out how to help his dead friend rest in peace...permanently?

Excerpt:

My eyelids strain against
gravity. Last night’s binge hangs in the back of my throat, threatening to
reappear. Maybe. All I know is the inside of my mouth tastes like a used tissue
and my head throbs, right between the eyes. I don’t even remember how I got
home.

“Hey, Jack, get up.” The door
swings open and my brother Ashton pokes his head in. A beam of light cuts
through the darkness and stabs me square in the face. Am I still drunk? Groan.
I shouldn’t have had those last three beers. Or that shot of whiskey to top it
off. Right now, any sudden movement would be a bad idea.

“Dude?” Ashton widens his
eyes at me and jerks his head to the side, a move that’s one part impatience,
but mostly asshole.

I fold my arms behind my head
to show him I’m not in a rush to do anything. This will piss him off even more,
I’m sure of it. It’ll also give me time to scrape the fuzz from my brain.
“What.”

“Uh, funeral?” He looks at
his watch. “It’s nine-thirty and we need to be there in forty-five minutes.”

As if I could forget
something like that. My buddy Eben got tanked a few nights ago and lost control
of his car. It flipped over, skidded across the median, and smashed into the
concrete barriers on the other side. They say he died instantly.

“And?”

His eyes look like they’re
ready to roll back into his skull. “And you need to get your lazy ass
out of bed. Now.”

Right. Get out of bed. It
doesn’t seem possible that I’m burying one of my closest friends today. A wave
of dizziness washes over me as I try to sit. My eyes snap shut. That’s it, I’m
never drinking again. “Chill the fuck out. I’m getting up.”

“Yeah, well, get a move on.”
He stands in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and watches me.
Could he be any more annoying?

“What?”

“If I leave the room, you’re
just gonna sit there instead of coming out to the kitchen. Where the rest of
the band is already waiting, by the way.” He cocks his head to the side.
“They’re pretty much always waiting on you, aren’t they?”

“Go fuck yourself,” I mumble
while I untangle my legs from the blanket. I’m holding my breath now. It’s
funny how smells like stale air and dirty laundry seem magnified when you feel
like you’re gonna puke.

Ashton shakes his head. “Grow
up.”

I shoot him a dirty look, but
don’t answer.

“Sometime today.”

“Do I at least have time to
shower, or are you gonna stand there with the stopwatch if I do that too?” I
grab a towel from the floor and brush past him, slamming the bathroom door
behind me.

“Hurry up, Jack.” His voice
is thankfully muffled by the door.

The shower turns cold after
the first couple minutes. I stay under the water anyway, tilt my head back and
focus on the mosaic of peeling paint and mold spots above me. Man, I never
realized what a luxury hot water was until I moved in with my brother. I’m
shivering to the point my teeth chatter together by the time I get out, but I
couldn’t possibly be more awake.

My Review

Ok so let me explain- this is Jack's story. Starting a little earlier than Jen's and a little later than hers too, but in Jack's POV. And it's almost as heartbreaking as Jen's story. And it's kinda zombie meets ghost. You see, Jack's best friend Eben dies, and he's haunting Jack, but not just as a ghost, he's like a zombie ghost. Like rotting away. And now after reading Jen's version, I understand so much more about Jack. And I also realize how much Jen healed Jack and brought him back to life. And they are so different and raised so different and want different things. It's reading the same story except it's really not. Yes the same events occur but it's like reading a whole different story because the views are so different. 

I loved this author’s writing. And I'm so impressed how well she wrote from a males POV. And besides, this story has a little of everything to keep you interested- horror, humor, romance, smoking how band members, and of course a swoon worthy bad boy book boyfriend! I am not sure who's POV I enjoyed more now that I have seen both sides- Jack's or Jen's! This is a fantastic addition to the series! 5 PAWS! 



Bio:


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Nessie is a
Massachusetts native and mother of two who has dabbled in everything from
abstract painting to freelance sports reporting. She also loves a good story,
whether it's reading or writing one. The first two novels in her Living Dead
World series--Living Dead Girl and Reaper Madness--were published in 2014

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