I’m the bad boy of rock. I play hard and party harder, my life is every dude’s dream. Women throwing themselves at me, more money than I know what to do with and I get to do what I love. Perform. I thought things couldn’t get any better. I was right. I’m no stranger to controversy, a side effect of doing whatever the fuck I like, but maybe I’ve taken things too far this time. Being constantly in the spotlight is hard, especially when you’re on a downhill spiral and the only place left is rock bottom. The question is, how the fuck am I going to get myself out of this one?
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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture). When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
