New Adult romantic
suspense with paranormal elements. Here are the usual warnings about
sexual content, naughty language, and there's also a bit of brutality
and violence. I promised you all a happy ending after Rock'n Tapestries
though, and I never break a promise. :-)
“Hello, Pittsburgh! You ready to rock?"
Nicks Sorenson, guitarist extraordinaire for the band Wild Angel, has a lot going on during her last year of high school. In fact, she sometimes wonders if someone has painted a bull’s eye on her forehead.
Stone Jensen, lead guitarist for the band Heavy Remedy, shows up everywhere she plays despite the bad blood between them. The high school principal is targeting her with endless detentions for some reason. And she’s starting to wonder if her mother is losing her mind.
Life soon spins into chaos for the Sorenson family. It began when Nicks learned the name of the dead musician who’d willed her his four guitars. Then came the dreams of a man shrouded in mist. She doesn’t recognize him, but he seems to know her.
As the strange occurrences escalate, Nicks goes on an unexpected—and painful—journey into the past.
She’s about to learn what you don’t know can hurt you.
Author's Note: I'm trying my best to make this a stand-alone read, but it really will make more sense if you read Rock'n Tapestries first.
“Hello, Pittsburgh! You ready to rock?"
Nicks Sorenson, guitarist extraordinaire for the band Wild Angel, has a lot going on during her last year of high school. In fact, she sometimes wonders if someone has painted a bull’s eye on her forehead.
Stone Jensen, lead guitarist for the band Heavy Remedy, shows up everywhere she plays despite the bad blood between them. The high school principal is targeting her with endless detentions for some reason. And she’s starting to wonder if her mother is losing her mind.
Life soon spins into chaos for the Sorenson family. It began when Nicks learned the name of the dead musician who’d willed her his four guitars. Then came the dreams of a man shrouded in mist. She doesn’t recognize him, but he seems to know her.
As the strange occurrences escalate, Nicks goes on an unexpected—and painful—journey into the past.
She’s about to learn what you don’t know can hurt you.
Author's Note: I'm trying my best to make this a stand-alone read, but it really will make more sense if you read Rock'n Tapestries first.
She couldn’t explain it, but being up there with him felt sexual. He was hotter than hell, and if they were a thing, the only task left to do was make it official. She stared into his eyes as she played, silently making promises she intended to keep. Tonight.
He turned to the crowd, begging them with his eyes for a rescue. Willow had said she came across like a ten-foot-tall warrior woman when she played. That’s exactly how she felt sharing a stage with Stone Jensen. She finally backed away and freed him from captivity against the support. For the time being, anyway.
“Asher Pratt had been a drug for me, and I wasn’t sure I wasn’t still addicted.”
Chelsea
Whitaker works as a waitress at Tapestries, a trendy Pittsburgh bar.
She’s doing her best to avoid Asher Pratt, the Pittsburgh rock legend
who shattered her heart years ago.
When he takes a job at Tapestries just to be near her, Chelsea has some decisions to make.
She
soon discovers that some things never change. It’s all she can do to
keep a tight hold on her heart as Asher takes her for another wild
ride.
As
she struggles to gain some perspective on their relationship, she
learns that he’s never needed her more. She must put the past aside for
the sake of the future.
Though I write contemporary romance under the name Shari Copell, my real name is Sherry Jesberger.
I write a historical fantasy/paranormal romance series under the name S.L. Jesberger.I am an eleventh generation native of Pennsylvania. My husband Gordon and I raised three lovely daughters, one of whom designs my book covers. Another daughter drew the map in the front cover of my historical fantasy series.
I’ve always had stories swirling through my head. Crazy stuff, totally whack situations. I was a voracious reader as a child, choosing to escape into the world of books. I wrote stories when I was a teen, but quit as I grew up. (Keep in mind, there were no computers then. Writing a book or story consisted of a brand-new notebook and a ballpoint pen.) I found some of these early stories as I cleaned out my grandmother’s house after she passed. Unfortunately, I threw them away.
I started writing again in 2012 after my husband lost his job. Aislin of Arianrhod was published in October of that year. I immediately began to work on the second book in the series, Winter’s Child.
Sometime in the middle of writing Winter’s Child, I had the inexplicable urge to swear like sailor, use modern vernacular, and write steamy sex scenes. I was amused and tried to push it aside. The language in a historical fantasy is obviously much different from a contemporary romance, so I had to behave myself.
I finally just thought, fuck it. I’ll do it. It was during that time that I started to write “Micah’s Island.” I simply needed to purge the wild story that had taken over my brain by then. It was so much fun to write. What would happen if you met a man who had never seen a grown woman before?
I chose the pen name Shari Copell because Micah’s Island was so very different from the Àlainnshire series. Copella was my grandmother’s maiden name—I just dropped the A.
For the most part, people seemed to like Micah, though he was a man of few words. I got some nice (and not so nice) emails about it, mostly from people wanting a better ending. I promptly wrote them one.
I wasn’t sure I would ever write another contemporary romance until Rock’n Tapestries dropped into my head, nearly complete from beginning to end (though I did run some things past Tara Chevrestt, who edits for me. Her suggestions were invaluable.) You just have to indulge your muse when that happens, as it doesn’t happen often.
In the meantime, rock on!
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