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Today on my blog I have the Rockin the Heart Release Day Blast. On my stop there is a spotlight and excerpt.
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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.
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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
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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 participate in her Release Day Blitz.
~Sabrina
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