Jag by Stevie J. Cole
Blog Tour Sept. 22nd-30th
“My name’s Jag Steele. I’m the lead singer and guitarist to the band Pandemic Sorrow and I have a drug problem – well, I mean it’s not really a problem unless you count the fact that I almost made my heart explode from all the blow I shoved up my nose a few weeks back.”
That was my introduction during my first stint in rehab. I’m a fuckup. If you ask anybody who I am there’s a list they will go down: Famous, rock star, legend, drug addict, womanizing man-whore… but if you asked me, I wouldn’t have the first idea of what to say because I don’t know who Jag Steele is. Really, I’m living every other damn person’s dream, and all I want is reality.
Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she fucking hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal – Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain in the ass, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel.
This is not your typically romance book. This is sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll raw.
Jag Steele grew up around rock, hence his name Jagger and his brother’s name Stone. They are 2 of the members of Pandemic Sorrow. They started as a garage band, touring to bars until one day they were discovered and asked to go to LA to meet with a label and an agent.
Jagger felt he knew what it meant to be a rock star and to and that is what he became once his band was discovered and signed by a label. He became the cliché of a Rock God; he was all about the SEX, DRUGS and ROCK, nothing else mattered. In his journey he forgot who he was as Jagger and just became Jag Steele; a true rock god.
Throughout this book we see the journey that Jag has been on with his band. Along with the extreme craziness that comes with being slung into stardom, we also see the ups and downs in life that Jag must go through. There is death, relationships lost and found, family tragedy, drug overdoses, and so much more.
Jag’s whole world came to a screeching halt the day he met Roxy. Being a rock god, Jag is never told no so when he had a girl actually tell him how much she hated him and everything he stood for; this knocked him down a little but not near far enough.
Roxy has led a hard life and has been exposed to all that drugs can take from you. The last thing that she wants to have is anything to do with a rock singer who is known for his excessive drug use. But sometimes the heart doesn’t listen to reason.
This book is told from the point of view of an addict and it is very dark at times. I spent a lot of the book wondering when is the ‘other shoe going to drop’. When will Jag hit rock bottom and realize he has to make a change? This book really demonstrates the length addicts will go to get their fix and also how hard they will try to hide it from others by lying. The web of lies that are weaved throughout this book, make for a dramatic storyline that draws the reader in and doesn’t let you go.
I really enjoyed the story of Jagger Steele and can’t wait to see what is up next for the Pandemic Sorrow series.
“Well,” she said, “you’re clean now. That’s amazing. You’ve been clean for – how long now?”
Just talking about those drugs had made my mouth water. Every fiber inside my body was twitching, thinking about how good it would feel to just get something in my system. My heart was banging against my chest with anger, with the need for something that would cut the pain of being sober right out of my life.
Forcing a smile so it would appear I really was proud, I said, “Six months.” I knew I was lying, I knew it had only been two weeks ago that I had gone through an eight ball of coke, and I had just drank myself into a stupor the night before, but other than those two times, I really had been sober – I think.
Brittney beamed, relieved that part of the interview was over with. “That’s awesome, Jag. You are such an inspiration. Addiction is a hard battle to win, and to see you doing it is wonderful. I’m sure many of your fans find strength hearing you say that.”
I hated hearing that. I despised that somehow, for some unknown fucking reason, people still looked up to me. No matter what mess I got into, people still wanted to be me. Liars like me shouldn’t be role models, but that’s what happens when you’re a celebrity – regardless of how worthy you are, you become an idol.
I was too weak for fame, but she didn’t care. She broke me, and I tried to let drugs mend me. While it numbed the pain and may have held the pieces together in a nice little package, I was deteriorating on the inside, and it was only a matter of time before it would all crumble to a pile of shit. In the beginning I’d thought fame was as close to being a mortal god as you could get, and in some ways I was right. The thing I had no idea about was my ability to handle this fucking double-edged sword. I like to think of fame as a metamorphosis. You get all wrapped up in it, almost like a cocoon, and the way I emerged from it was like that moth from Silence of the Lambs, with the stamp of death and destruction all over me. I had no idea how to handle fame, so, unfortunately, fame handled me.
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