Colin Hunt, a vivacious and outspoken art student, is a comic-reading, anime-loving, all-around geek. What he lacks in size, he most definitely makes up for in personality. But things have been tough for him lately. A heavy workload. A showcase to prepare for his final. A sick mother to take care of. Ever the optimist, he's more interested in finding someone to have some fun with rather than finding anyone serious. For Dexter Erikson, life has been difficult ever since an accident left him in foster care and cost him part of his arm. After discovering music therapy, he found an outlet for his pain and the perfect way to express himself. Now, sporting tattoos and piercings, Dexter is the lead singer of a pretty kick-ass punk rock band and owns the stage like it's nobody's business. He’s also goofy and dorky, shy and bashful, with a bad habit of falling in love yet a horrible fear of commitment. So what happens when vivacious geek meets shy punk rocker? The first answer is a lot of sex. The second answer might bring both Colin and Dexter to places they never dreamed possible.

Rock and Roll Chose Me

“Oh my God,” Dexter muttered. “I’m gonna kill him.”


“Oh man.” Gabe chuckled. “What a little ass. Get going, man! You’ve got customers!”


The hand on Dexter’s back gave him a little shove forward and Dexter was only vaguely aware that it was Gabe guiding him toward the table he needed to get to, where that adorable face was watching him as he approached. Mouth unbelievably dry, sandpaper dry—how cliché—his legs turned to jelly even though they somehow got him even closer to that dorky smile. That knitted beanie still sat on his head, bangs sweeping across his forehead. Somehow, he was even prettier up close. More so today with that black button-down hugging his body, sleeves rolled up, and a thin, red tie knotted loosely around his neck.


Chapter 9