My next blast from the past is the book, Chance of a Lifetime. It’s a short novella about a webzine journalist and her chance at a relationship with a sobered rocker!

Blurb: This book stars a not so sweet Irish lass and an American rocker that blows her mind.

Lilith Delaney is a redheaded, buxom rocker chick who loves her freedom. She’s used to being alone, running her webzine, and living life the way she likes it.

Owen Conroy, lead bassist/vocalist for The Defiant is her weakness. All six feet, lean, and blonde with blue eyes make her turn into a puddle of goo. They’d met two years ago when Owen nearly died from an overdose and now they cross paths again during his return to Dublin.

Stubborn Lilith refuses to be anyone’s hanger on or girlfriend with everything going so well in her homeland. Can this newly sobered rocker make her change her mind.

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Excerpt

“Hurry the fuck up in there, Jes!” Owen yelled through the door of the only john on the jet they’d flown into Dublin for their next three shows. He’d been holding it through the drummer’s air sickness as well as the keyboardist bout with stomach flu. Owen had to piss something fierce and using an empty water bottle wasn’t an option. “Jes!”

“Okay, okay, man.” Jes flung the door open, nearly knocking Owen in the head. “Sorry dude. That shit we ate in Italy was murder. I haven’t been able to shit for almost a week now.”

“Uh, TMI, man, just let me get in there.”  Owen pinched his nose on the way in and held his breath while unzipping his pants. “Fuck, it smells like something died in here,” he bellowed while relieving himself of the energy drink he’d downed before boarding the plane. He needed it to stay awake, knowing he’d be touching down on his other favorite place other than Los Angeles in under ninety minutes; the homes of his Irish ancestors, Dublin, Ireland.

Home sweet home.

Not just a sappy Motley Crue tune but definitely the truth. Owen hadn’t been there in nearly two years since…

“Damn.” Owen cursed himself just thinking about it.

Since that fateful night in January when he’d almost OD’d on heroin. He’d been doing coke and smoking weed all night and decided to try something stronger to get a better high. Settling’s old vocalist, Patch Idol offered him a clean needle full of the shit to enjoy for the rest of the evening.

Owen shook his head while recalling what he could from that fateful night. Two busty blondes on each arm along with a bottle of Jack were his best friends for the night. And then there was some cute rock journalist with red hair that made his heart do flips.

What the heck was her name?

Once the drugs took over, Owen couldn’t remember a damn thing. Last he recalled he was leaning against the wall and slumping to the floor with his drink still in hand. Everyone urged him to wake up but he didn’t respond. His whole body went numb and he felt like his head exploded leaving only parts of his skull attached to his body.

He’d never felt excruciating pain like it and vowed never to do the shit again.

After he recovered, he checked himself into rehab, told Patch and his fellow degenerates’ goodbye and formed his own band of clean and sober rockers.

That was a little over twenty months ago and now Owen was straight edge as they come, only drinking Red Bull or other energy drinks to get amped. He was high on life, his music, but something was missing.

Love.

After the last episode with the drugs, Owen hadn’t come close to any kind of relationship with anyone. Lately, he’d been all about staying drug free and doing his music which was most important to him. Who really had time for a commitment when his first real love, making music was already his significant other?

Yet and still, Owen knew music didn’t completely fulfill him. He needed a woman he could settle down and be happy with. Maybe have a few babies. He’d love little critters in diapers running around if he could have the right female to do this with.

Right now, no one even remotely tickled his fancy so this was going to be a lot harder than it seemed.

Since when did old and ugly rockers get the chicks unless their name was Lemmy from Motorhead?

Never.

Laughing to himself, he shrugged and headed out the bathroom just as the announcement to sit down came over the loudspeaker. He plopped down next to Jes and buckled his seat belt to prepare himself for the landing.

“Fuck, I hate the landing part.” Owen grabbed the seat handles until his knuckles turned damn near white. He straightened up in the chair, eyes looking forward.

“Dude, it’s cool, okay? We’re gonna be smooth going in, right? Think of it as sliding into loose pussy. That’s what I always do.” Jes cracked the joke and patted Owen’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for that visual.” Owen shook his head and managed a small grin. “I actually like it little tighter myself but to each his own.”