Aubrey Thompson is a twenty-three year old flight attendant
for her dad’s small commercial fleet. She’s a sarcastic smartass that has no
problem telling you where to go. She also despises rock stars…but that’s all
part of the story. Her Granny Jean is spy and will have you laughing out loud.
In comes Jake Parker, the twenty-five year old lead singer of Battlescars. His reputation is the untamable bad-boy. He’s completely “balls to the wall” in everything that he does. Two days after returning home from a month long tour across Europe he gets a visit from Bruce, an executive from the record label. He informs Jake that Battlescars is going back on tour for three months. What everyone doesn’t know is that Jake is worn down and sick of the same old shit.
His record label hires Aubrey’s dads company to fly him around for the last minute tour. In order to keep her dad's company afloat they will have to learn to play nice. When Jake first meets Aubrey she refuses to even acknowledge his existence. He sees her as refreshing and a challenge.
Both of them have some pretty heavy scars from their pasts holding them back. Can Jake get Aubrey to let him in? Or will she shoot him down based on his outlandish reputation? Will her fear of getting hurt again keep him out for good?
Are the two of them a match in heaven or hell?
In comes Jake Parker, the twenty-five year old lead singer of Battlescars. His reputation is the untamable bad-boy. He’s completely “balls to the wall” in everything that he does. Two days after returning home from a month long tour across Europe he gets a visit from Bruce, an executive from the record label. He informs Jake that Battlescars is going back on tour for three months. What everyone doesn’t know is that Jake is worn down and sick of the same old shit.
His record label hires Aubrey’s dads company to fly him around for the last minute tour. In order to keep her dad's company afloat they will have to learn to play nice. When Jake first meets Aubrey she refuses to even acknowledge his existence. He sees her as refreshing and a challenge.
Both of them have some pretty heavy scars from their pasts holding them back. Can Jake get Aubrey to let him in? Or will she shoot him down based on his outlandish reputation? Will her fear of getting hurt again keep him out for good?
Are the two of them a match in heaven or hell?
Official Battlescars Playlist:
30 Second to Mars- I’ll Attack
Finger Eleven- Living in a Dream
The Brixton Riot- It’s Been Too Long
Lit- Partner In Crime
Nonpoint- Everybody Down
Angus & Julia Stone- Big Jet Plane
Lostprophets- Can’t Catch Tomorrow
Hinder- Heaven Sent
Journey- Don’t Stop Believin’
Papa Roach- Alive (N’ Out of Control)
The Gaslight Anthem- Blue Dahlia
Metallica- Turn the Page
Age of Daze (Days) – Afflicted
About the Author:
Sophie Monroe is a New Jersey native just starting out her writing adventure. She has always been a night owl with a creative side. Her books often reflect both her sense of humor and sarcasm.
She tries to communicate on the fact that "life's too short" in her stories. Bad things happen in life it's inevitable, but pick yourself up and dust yourself off and move forward. Nothing can hold you down, unless you choose to let it.
She also loves to incorporate meaningful quotes that she hopes will inspire her readers (or at least give them a good laugh).
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Jake Circa 2007
“Jake.” A voice whined. Not again… I groaned.
I sat up and rubbed my hands over my scruffy face. Damn, I really needed to shave. I woke up with not one, but two girls in my bed. I always tried my hardest to get them out as soon as the party was over and I had my fun. Obviously last night was a mind eraser because I barely remembered any of it. I remember playing the show, but everything that happened after that is anyone’s guess. I’m pretty sure the one is named Vanessa and the other one was Trixie or was is Victoria? Who cares…
I rubbed my eyes hoping the room would stop spinning. I looked over and noticed the pile of condoms on the floor. Thank fuck I’ve never be that stupid, even while completely inebriated. I tried to climb out of bed. Vanessa kept trying to push me back on the bed. I struggled against her and managed to get to my feet. She sat on the edge of the bed pouting with her arms crossed. Awesome… I walked out into the living room and saw my newly acquired bodyguard Brett sitting on the couch. I motioned with my head for him to take care of the disposal. He nodded in understanding and went to do this mornings tossing. They really needed to give him a raise or something.
I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could. My head was pounding something fierce. I wondered what the rest of the guys ended up doing last night after I left. I stayed under the water until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I walked back into the room and noticed it had been cleaned up a bit. All the wrappers were gone as were last night’s guests. I went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and some clothes. I dressed in a haste and went across the hall to see the rest of the guys. We over slept and needed to be at the arena in an hour. I opened the door and started banging around.
“What the fuck man?” Derek grumbled.
“Come on we need to go.” I said rolling him off the couch onto the floor.
We were a bunch of twenty-one year old misfits. We met in Arizona a couple of years ago and took a chance on moving to LA last year. We were stuck playing small gigs when a label approached us about signing. We jumped at the opportunity and have been on a small fifteen-passenger bus for the past three months opening up for Crashing Down.
We spent our days sleeping off our hangovers and our nights playing shows and partying. I think I’m going to need a new liver soon. I went over to the bedroom and started shaking Blake. He was bitching to leave him alone. Kevin came out of the bathroom ready to go. Together we managed to get Blake to his feet. He was still feeling the effects of last night. Once everyone was ready we climbed into the van and headed over to the venue.
We lugged in all of our equipment since we weren’t quite at the status of a headliner and didn’t get roadies. We performed a quick sound check and headed over to the little closet that they called a dressing room. The groupies were already there in the masses. I saw a cute little dark haired girl and decided she would be the bad decision for the night. I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to look at me and gaped. She was cute. Dark hair, big brown eyes with a hot little body.
“OH MY GOD!” She squeaked. “Y-you’re Jake Parker.” She stuttered.
“Last I checked.” I smirked.
“I’m a huge fan.” She eyed me up and down. “I’m Rachel.”
“Nice to meet you Rachel.” I grabbed a beer and walked over to sit on a folding metal chair. She came over and sat on my lap. Yep, she was an easy one.
We did the show and took the van back to the hotel. We had a little party in the room before Rachel and I retreated back to my room. I was definitely drunk. Again. Rachel was more than willing and by the time I came out of the bathroom from taking a piss she was sprawled out across the bed naked. She offered me a condom, but I didn’t trust anything that wasn’t mine. I suited up and fucked her. I honestly don’t know why I continued to do it. It was meaningless sex. It meant nothing other then getting my rocks off. I pounded into her until I came. I didn’t even care that she didn’t even get off. She was pouting her bottom lip. I turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over closing my eyes.
When I woke up the next morning, actually it was the afternoon I went straight into the bathroom. I showered and came out to get some clothes. My wallet was missing, as was my cell phone. I walked into the living area and asked Brett if he took them. He looked at me and shook his head. Fucking bitch stole my shit. I tossed everything in my suitcase and called to cancel all my credit cards. Brett’s phone was ringing. He answered it and handed it to me. It was Ron. He was like my dad. He was the only steady adult figure I’ve had in my life.
“Hi son. How are you?” He asked.
“Alright.” I tried to sound like I had my shit together. Though there was no fooling him.
“You sure as hell don’t sound alright.” He protested. “Listen you are supposed to be on tour. Have fun. Hell, have a few beers here and there, but I know exactly what you’re doing and it ain’t right Jake. You can’t change your past. I know it’s all fun and games getting your dick wet every night, but there’s more to life than that. Get your shit together or I’m coming to take you home. I will not stand by and watch you dry up into another has been. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’ll check back with you in a couple days. Remember what I said.”
He hung up the phone and I handed it back to Brett. I went back into my room and sat on the edge of the bed. Ron was right. I needed to get my shit together. I was using my fame and leaving a wake of destruction in its path. I vowed to give up the drinking except for an occasional beer from time to time and the groupies needed to go. I was going to try my hardest to get my act together. I just hoped that I was strong enough to do it.
