The Demon…
I’ve been fighting my own demons for most of my life. The alcohol seems to numb the pain, but it never makes the nightmares go away. All I want in life is a little peace. When I met my angel it felt like I found it, but there is so much standing between us. Why does she have to be so young…?
The Demon’s Angel…
Meeting Drake was the best thing to ever happen to me. I found my friend, my soul mate. But he lets my age stand between us. There is something that haunts him, and I selfishly want to be the one that helps him conquer his ghosts. If he would just let me in, let me closer, I think I could help him…
"Never let the pain from your past punish your present and paralyze your future."
Drake Stevenson has inner demons that he has been fighting for many years. Plagued by memories of his past and of those he failed to protect, he turns to alcohol to dull the nightmares that haunt him at nightly.
Enter Lana...Drake's "Angel".
When Drake sees Lana for the first time he feels an instant attraction. He feels that he can breathe after all these years of torture until he finds out that she is only seventeen years old. That's a deal breaker. He pushes his true feelings aside and gives her the only thing he can offer and still have her in his life...his friendship. They become best friends and know each other inside and out.
“I hate fighting with you,” I muttered as I set her on her feet. “I’m not sure I’d survive if I really pissed you off.”
Lana eventually turns eighteen but Drake feels that he still can't be with her. He knows that she has feelings for him as well but believes because of her age that she has some growing to do and thinks that he isn't good enough for her. In a drunken moment things change for the pair and the next morning Drake is unaware of what happened, leaving Lana hurt and upset.
With his feelings growing for Lana, Drake takes his brother, Shane, up on his offer for a night out in Vegas that leads to the final crack in Lana's already shattering heart.
“It means that I love you, Drake. And I know that I’m not supposed to. All you want from me is to be your friend. And I am, but I can’t turn off my emotions. I can’t hide how I feel. I’ve tried.”
Lana decides to remove herself from Drake's life by enrolling in a college over 3000 miles away thinking that distance from him will mend her heart.
After losing his Angel, Drake realizes that if he plans to have the future that he wants that he will have to get his life together and become the man that she deserves. He enters in rehab and works on making himself better.
Once Drake is better, he takes a job that brings him closer to Lana. Once they see each other again, even after all the time they have spent apart, sparks fly and the couple can not deny their feelings for one another for long.
When secrets from the past come into the present will Drake and Lana become stronger or will dealing with issues that have never been faced send Drake back on the path to self destruction?
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This is the third book in The Rocker series by Terri Anne Browning and I have to say this one was my favorite so far. I love that we have seen Drake fighting his demons from Emmie, Jesse, and Layla's POV but now seeing it from Lana and his POV it's like discovering it all over again. I love that Lana is Drake's 'salvation' and that he
needs
her. I love the strength that Lana gives him to heal and to look forward to the future.
Drakes POV
My head snapped around at the sound of that voice, and I was sure that my heart stopped in my chest when I met the whiskey colored eyes of an angel. Her long, midnight black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her brown-amber eyes were huge in her beautiful face. She had plump lips that were almost bee stung and a nose that was tipped at the end. The angel was tall, her waist long and slender, but she had curves that made my body ache to hold her against me.
This angel was young; I would say no more than twenty-one…Layla introduced the angel. “Lana, this is Jesse and that’s Drake. Guys, this is my seventeen year old sister, Lana.”
Seventeen. Seventeen. SEVENTEEN!
Seven-fucking-teen!
The number bounced around in my already throbbing head, and I thought I was going to go mad from it. No! Not seventeen. She had to be older. I couldn’t be attracted in a seventeen year old girl.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lana,” Jesse said as he stared at the angel.
I was fascinated by the pretty pink that flooded her cheeks. “Yeah, you too,” she murmured and glanced at her sister. “Layla, can you help me with something in the bathroom?”
The sisters left us alone in the living room, and Jesse dropped down on the sofa beside of me. “Dude, you look pale.”
I wasn’t surprised. I think I had actually felt the color drain from my face when Layla had said the word seventeen. I felt sick to my stomach for an entirely different reason than the ones that I had woken up to.
Lana’s POV
Sometime much, much later, my tears finally started to dry and the cold that had numbed me started to thaw enough to make me realize that I should be mad. I was in love with Drake, and after Friday night, I was sure that he was in love with me too, or that he at least cared about me as more than a friend… Now, with him fucking some other girl in his hotel room, unconcerned that I would hear him, I knew that I had been wrong.
All I would ever be to him was his friend, and I would have to accept that. But there was no way I could carry on the way we had been the last few months. I wasn’t that good of an actress. I sucked at pretending, especially when my feelings were involved. And they didn’t get any more involved than they were right now.
It would kill me to have to see him day after day, knowing that he had gone from lying in bed with me one night to screwing some other chick the next. Maybe that was how it worked in the rocker world—okay, so I knew that that was how it worked in the rocker world, but I couldn’t deal with that kind of messed up shit.
As the night dragged on, I realized what I had to do. It was going to be hard. It meant doing things I had promised never to do, but sometimes you had to do what was best for you, not what was best for someone else.
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