There’s one place Rawley Walker feels at home. On a stage, gripping a mic in a darkened bar. Desperate to distance himself from the temptation to use her, Rawley leaves town in hopes to forget his childhood girlfriend who broke his heart.
“They chant my name between songs, worshiping the lost soul in front of them, but not a single oblivious one actually knows Rawley Walker, the front man of Torque. Why would they want to? Want some heavy truth? I don’t know him either. Not anymore.”
For years Sophie Cunning regrets one night that changed everything between her and Rawley. She can’t take it back, as much as she wishes she could.
Just below the surface lies a truth she never wanted to admit and he won’t let her forget.
As she attempts to move on with her life her past and present collide and she’s forced to deal with a new reality, one neither of them can run from.
This is book is told in dual POV and has an HEA with no cliffhanger.
Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.
- Original Title:Unbound (the TORQUED trilogy Book 3)
- Author:Shey Stahl
- Rating:8.66 / 10
- Publisher:Published January 31st 2017
It’s early. I shouldn’t be at her apartment, but I am. After last night’s show in Portland, I haven’t slept and neither has Beck, but here he is, driving my drunk ass around to the one place I can’t stop myself from going to. I tell myself a thousand times to leave her alone but I can’t, my head insistent I should be here.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just fuck that chick at the bar tonight,” Beck mumbles, throwing the car into park.
Lincoln’s asleep in the backseat, passed out with a hoodie over his face. I turn and look over my shoulder at him when the car comes to a stop and he mumbles something indecipherable.
Drawing in a deep breath, I want to tell Beck to leave. Drive away and never look back, but I can’t. As much as I wish this was about wanting her, it’s not. It’s need. I need to see her.
Opening the door, I drag my feet as I walk, loose gr...