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?
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PETER
May 13, 1966 was a day that most wouldn't give a turnip over. Take a look at this picture. You see that guy? The smarmy, dark-haired young businessman sitting behind that big wood desk? That's Ben Stoddard, or as he likes to call himself, Big Ben. I refer to him as Mr. B.S. He's the one who took me. I mean he took everything—my career, my happiness, the girl I loved, and my life.
Now look to those four young lads sitting across from him—the ones that seem as if they've never had a penny to their names. The ones eager to sign on that dotted line. That handsome devil with the sandy blonde hair and the stupid grin—that's me, Peter Lane; singer, guitarist, huge chump, and idiot extraordinaire. I was on top of the world at that moment. We all were. You know that witticism about how you have to be careful that you don't sign your life away? It's no joke because that's exactly what I was doing.
We had just been given a new car, a swanky apartment, and unlimited credit at all the fancy boutiques on Carnaby Street. You've heard of Carnaby, right? The place where every self-respecting mod paid too much for clothes he couldn't afford even if they had been offered at fair prices. We were told to dress like we owned the world because we soon would. A tour was being planned so we could conquer America just like The Beatles had. All we had to do was sign on that little piece of paper you see on Mr. B.S.'s desk. We signed it in blue ink from a fountain pen—but had we known whom we were dealing with we would have pricked ourselves and used blood.
Two years later I was hovering above my casket, watching people lower my body into a dark, dirt hole, and cringing at how the once beautiful man had become broken, burnt to a crisp, and about to be devoured by worms.
Everyone thought it was an accident.
Then and there I vowed revenge. Plotting it was easy, but finding my way back was another story.
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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 writing.
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Not Losing Site of You
By
Diane Rinella
For the last decade, each year I’ve purchased the annual Swarovski Holiday Ornament for my Christmas tree. When I pack it away I always stick a note in the bottom of the box stating my accomplishments. When I purchased my 2011 ornament I was stuck by sadness. 2011 had not been my best year, and I could not think of a single accomplishment worth noting. I asked myself, “Who am I, and what the hell happened?” Anyone who has known me for even a brief amount of time sees how driven I am, so the thought of not having accomplished anything noteworthy in the span of a year was unfathomable.
What could I possibly do in one month that would be noteworthy? It had to be something that made me no longer feel that I had lost sight of my true self.
A few days later, inspiration stuck while watching a movie that I felt ended poorly and left a huge part of the subtext unaddressed. I decided that before the year was over I would write a novel. It would be inspired by the movie I had just seen yet told the way I thought it should have played out. Come the stroke of midnight chiming in 2012, I had completed my draft and had something worth writing on the note I placed in my ornament box. Fast-forward just over two years and not only has that novel been published, so have two others and a novella.
The lesson: I thought with the bad time I was going through I had lost myself. Things felt pretty bleak until I saw that I really am the same driven person I always was. The key is to take it upon yourself to make things happen.
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