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Today on my blog I have the Rockin the Heart blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, review, guest post, and giveaway.
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If
music nourishes the soul…
Loved
by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot
Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life
to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and
fans.
A
man can desire nothing else…or can he?
Living
in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have
what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals
and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of
her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have
gone too far?
Amid
stardom the heart stages a new melody…
Fang
has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if
he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the
right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s
just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will
have to risk it all.
One
that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!
Excerpt:
Heath
was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes
classified him as a pissed off rock star god.
“Wanna
tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the
jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.
Preferring
to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep
breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw
closer to the bars dividing them.
She’d
expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her
foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she
ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.
If
Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call
me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She
was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all.
Gut
hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and
asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?”
Knowing
he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet.
Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely
different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d
given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her
at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only
grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was
nothing more complicated than a kid sister.
His
digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles
fit his current disposition—ired. On
the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they
spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.
“Not
this time, Samantha.”
She
cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or
disappointed with her.
“You
been drinking?”
“You
know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an
issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.
“Drugs?”
She
rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.
“This
type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None
of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder
their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling
her impulses on occasion.
Therapy
failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.
Living
under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her
own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going
back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a
kid.
She’d
grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the
lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price.
Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often
better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of
vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen.
Sheesh!
Was
it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of
her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation
of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that
exploitation.
Once
she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her.
Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those
were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.
“The
only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.”
“Thanks
for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath
instead of coming himself.
Despite
the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity.
This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.
‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s
sister is at it again!’ They’d
go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.
Have at it you fucks. Can’t
hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?
Distance
from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and
they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.
She’d
mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the
small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the
suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in
their grave at her abandoning the family name.
The
name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny
never to be spoken of again.
Torn
between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have
in a world where she didn’t belong.
Review:
I am a huge fan of Gracen’s Road to Hell series so when I
found out she was writing a contemporary rocker New Adult book I of coursed
begged her to let me review it and let me just say she does NOT disappoint in
this genre either! She Rocks this genre just like her paranormal books.
Gracen held nothing back with this book. It has everything a
sexy romance book should from steamy passion that will bring you to your knees
and begging for more to the turmoil that has you turning the pages so fast to
see if they can get past it and be together.
But my favorite part is the connection between Sam and Heath, it will leave you
breathless and begging for more. They
are so connected and honest with one another but they both keep a huge secret
from each other. But can the Rocker with a heart of gold get the girl who wants
nothing more than to live a life outside of the public eye? To know that you
will have to read Rockin the Heart and get lost in the sexy steamy connection
of Heath and Sam. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
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Guest Post:
I feel like a stalker watching her every move. She walks like a
song, fluid and erotic, jazzing me up…the way music should affect the listener.
The way her hips rock side-to-side is a beat all on its own. I fantasize about
skimming my fingertips across the back of her neck. And kissing away the goose
bumps my caress causes. I’ll become fascinated with the feel and movement of
her flesh beneath my lips and will continue to explore her satiny skin. Her
breathy sighs will move into gasps of pleasure, just like a ballad’s gradual
rise to crescendo.
That’s my fantasy. The reality is I’m a rocker with a soft heart
for a woman I can’t have and shouldn’t want. She’s the sister of my best friend
who is also the drummer in our band, Hot Wired. I’ve known her since she was
nine and I should think of her as a sister or relative…but I don’t. I can’t.
I’ve tried to convince myself that I should, but the heart wants what the heart
wants.
~Heath “Fang” Fangor
Rockin’
the Heart
Hot Wired series
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Gracen is a
hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time
basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her
real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels,
movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of
priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee
and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative
worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her
writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites:
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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Gracen for letting me review your book and for letting me participate in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
~Sabrina
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