A fantastical romance involving a girl, the music that fuels her, and her Ouija board.
Rosalyn possesses a sunny personality that is laced with quirks. Although she seeks acceptance in a world where she lives out of time, what she gets is ridiculed for her eclectic wardrobe and unconventional music collection.
One fateful night, Rosalyn bewitches Niles, a stylish man whose offbeat character perfectly complements her own. Unfortunately, he possesses a critical flaw that means relationship suicide for him and pretty much anyone.
While under the influence of insomnia-impaired judgment, Rosalyn summons Rock ‘n Roll deity Peter Lane back from the dead. Not only does he spin her hormones into a frenzy, Peter is also the precarious puzzle piece that brings sense into her world. When Niles learns that he can overcome his life-long challenge by helping Peter avenge his death, how far will he go to secure Rosalyn’s heart?
Rosalyn possesses a sunny personality that is laced with quirks. Although she seeks acceptance in a world where she lives out of time, what she gets is ridiculed for her eclectic wardrobe and unconventional music collection.
One fateful night, Rosalyn bewitches Niles, a stylish man whose offbeat character perfectly complements her own. Unfortunately, he possesses a critical flaw that means relationship suicide for him and pretty much anyone.
While under the influence of insomnia-impaired judgment, Rosalyn summons Rock ‘n Roll deity Peter Lane back from the dead. Not only does he spin her hormones into a frenzy, Peter is also the precarious puzzle piece that brings sense into her world. When Niles learns that he can overcome his life-long challenge by helping Peter avenge his death, how far will he go to secure Rosalyn’s heart?
This book is so not what I usually
read, the title alone had me wondering what in the world I was getting into,
but I can honestly say now I am so glad I found this book. It is unique
and refreshing and for those of us who love music from years gone by, it gives
us the behind the scenes actions that our favorite bands had to endure.
The author gives us this story with some awesome twists such as past lives,
reincarnation and the must have Ouija board.
Rosalyn is a young lady who knows
she is an outcast. She has her insecurities and she loves her clothes
from the 60’s, her strong love for records instead of mp3 players and her
dedication to the bands from the past. Knowing who she is doesn’t make
living her life easy, she gets the jokes and sneers not only behind her back
but to her face but she is determined to be true to herself and live the life
she was meant to live. Meeting Mr. Right isn’t going to be easy with her
check list of must haves in a mate, but she knows he is out there somewhere.
She meets Niles, he seems to fit the
bill for her want list. He is also a lover of old music and records and
shows the respect she deems is a must for those past songs. His clothing
is a lot like hers, straight off the album cover from the 60s but he has no emotions.
He is like a vessel that has never been filled with human desires, emotions or
thoughts. Being a lawyer might be the reason he is so void of a human
connection but we later see there is a real reason he is like this and there is
only one cure for his condition.
Peter, OMG can I just say now I LOVE
this man, he was in a band back in the 60’s. Being cheated and mistreated
by the ones who were supposed to manage his career he loses it all.
Coming back from the dead to get the help from Niles and Rosalyn he is
determined to seek his revenge for not only the loss of his money and career
but his life as well. He has the one thing that will help Niles make it
work with Rosalyn, but in order to give him the cure, it will kill him once and
for all. I love Peter’s humor in this book, he had me laughing so many
times but by the end he tore my heart out and left me in tears.
Diane took us on a trip of a life
time with this book. She gave us characters that were so different yet
blended together into a team that won’t be stopped. Each bringing their
own baggage, pain and motives, yet all willing to do what they needed to do to
be free from the past and able to go towards the future. This is a story
of love, acceptance and revenge all wrapped up into a sometimes comical story
but always high on intensity. If you are looking for a different kind of
story that will take you away to a different time and place for a while I
suggest this book. It is a clean read, I have my teenage daughter reading
this right now and she is constantly telling me how cool this story is.
I am so proud of Diane for her
creativity and her willingness to take topics that are ignored in life and
bring light to them. If you read this book and don’t come away with a new
appreciation for the bands of the past and what they went through to give us
the music that are a cornerstone in our childhood memories I am not sure what
it will take. I especially loved the chance she gave me to remember those
old record stores that I use to save my allowance to go in and buy the latest
record. I miss those times and I am grateful to her for the walk down
memory lane while reading this book.
ROSALYN
A brunette, a
raven-haired beauty, and a girl looking like a peacock all walk into
a bar. No, it's not a joke; it's my not-so-mundane life that
generally feels like the setup for a wisecrack.
No matter how many
times my friends and I claim we are going to do something new, every
Friday night we find our tushes planted at Mulligan's. However, today
our weekly Friday night venture truly seemed out of the cards since
my friends were originally too tired from their workweeks to consider
anything short of collapsing. When you are in your early thirties and
single you should be embracing life, not rotting on a sofa. Thus when
my friends bailed I detoured into Warped Records which is both a
second home and how I envision my little corner of Heaven. Some would
call the smell of old album covers a dank stench, but to me it's a
musky perfume that seeps into my pores and comforts me with the
knowledge that no matter what fails me I always have my sanctuary.
Among the bins of
paradise and the blaring Siouxsie the perfect gem captured my gaze
and held it for ransom. Before me was a pair of eyes so unlike any
other that they were nearly indescribable.
Piercing? No. That
implies they shot through my skin and reached my heart; however,
these somehow reached my soul. Captivating? Again that was
misleading. While they did hold my attention they also kept me at
bay. Perhaps haunting? Yes, they did indeed haunt me. They also
seemed to follow me to wherever I stood. A true description was so
elusive that the color wasn't easily defined. They were deep blue,
yet also flannel grey with a hint of green. In a certain light they
seemed black with specks of gold.
All of these
emotions and colors were brought forth by just one picture—a
picture on an album that had been slipped into plastic and
unceremoniously tacked to the wall, yet somehow it jumped out at me
and begged for worship.
“Who are those
guys?” I asked Shane, the store's clerk. Shane's tight black pants,
white Split Enz T-shirt, black suspenders, and short, curly brown
hair made him look like a skinny, nineteen eighties teenager in a
forty-something-year-olds body. His hot pink English Beat button sold
the outfit. In an odd way our obsessions make us kindred spirits. It
may be like we are third cousins, twice removed, but kindred
nonetheless.
“Not a clue.”
Shane absent-mindedly tapped a pencil on a note pad while his hazel
eyes sat on a ragged copy of Rolling Stone
that was decades out of date. “How is it you don't know? You're the
super genius that no one can stump.” He sighed, conceding to the
call of duty. “I suppose you want me to halt my important work and
show it to you.”
“If it's not too
much of a bother to pull yourself away from that fascinating article
on INXS that is so old it will soon disintegrate, then yes, please. I
would appreciate your struggle of removing the tack for a lady.”
With the flick of
his wrist, Shane sent the magazine spinning across the counter.
“Geez, you practically live here so I thought you would be more at
home yanking the thing off yourself.”
“Glad to see that
chivalry is alive and well at Warped Records.”
The album was
presented with a bow. “Milady, as per your request.” Shane's
smugness made me grin. “Anyway, it arrived with some other records
from a recent estate sale. Rob seemed to know who they were.”
My eyes honed in on
the price tag. “Six dollars? That's a lot for a potentially crappy
band no one has heard of.”
Shane's view floated
from the magazine to the notepad. “Yep. Six bucks is what this
says. I hung it next to the two hundred dollar, Jagger-signed, Goat's
Head Soup to be funny.”
Four men, who were
partially obscured by a golden overlay of paisleys and swirls, stared
back at me. Their clothes were colorful, slightly Edwardian, and
accented with fur. It was all very fashionable for the nineteen
sixty-eight copyright printed on the back of the cover that held no
liner notes. Three of the men felt so insignificant that they were
but mere blurs. All I noticed was the cute one with the sandy blonde
hair and magnetic eyes whose signature started with the letter P.
My fingers glided
over the autograph whose ink felt as if it were luxurious azure
velvet. It also gave off an energy that put a beat in my head. What
really caught my attention was a spot of what appeared to be dried
blood. When I touched it, a fuzz reminiscent of the thrill I get when
hearing a vintage guitar effects pedal vibrated through. I had to
have that album!
Enjoying San Francisco as a backdrop, the ghosts in
Diane’s 150-year old Victorian home augment the chorus in her head.
With insomnia as their catalyst, these voices have become
multifarious characters that haunt her well into the sun’s crowning
hours, refusing to let go until they have manipulated her into
succumbing to their whims. Her experiences as an actress, business
owner, artisan cake designer, software project manager, Internet
radio disc jockey, vintage rock n’ roll journalist/fangirl, and
lover of dark and quirky personalities influence her idiosyncratic
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