London Saint James is back on the blog today with Every Single Piece of You, the start of a hot new series: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour.
Every Single Part of You by London Saint James
Available: May 28, 2016
Publisher: LSJ Publications
ASIN:ย B01FOHLNOA
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. Iโd become what was expected of me,ย until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Ravenโs and Eryk Haleโs world,ย twoย hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasnโt good enough to touch Saraโs petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then againโฆ Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one youโve been searching for, love can find a way.
Excerpt:
Holy cow. The energy swirling through the dimly lit Tacoma Dome was a living, pulsing entity unlike anything Iโd experienced before. Twenty thousand-plus people packed the space, chanting, โCinder! Cinder!โ while holding lighters and cellphones in the air, so many it was as if millions of fireflies took flight.
Briar and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passesโthe wide logoed bracelets on our wristsโcompletely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our close vantage point.
Leaning into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. โIsnโt this fucking awesome?โ
โIt is,โ I agreed.
โYou two going to slip each other the tongue?โ some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar turned, giving him her signature hip cockโare you serious?โlift of brow. โYouโd like that, wouldnโt you?โ
โHell yes.โ
She flipped him a not so elegant bird. โKiss this, asshat.โ
โBri,โ I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic, but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a โBa-bump. Ba-bump,โ reverberated from the domed ceiling.
โOh my God!โ Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the process. โThis is it, babe.โ
An unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire, followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real flames and sparks
shot into the air as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from above on a lit platformโmuscled arms working, leg tapping.
The crowd went wild.
โThatโs Sayer Adler,โ Bri yelled near my ear. โIsnโt he gorgeous?โ
I looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decidedโwith his mussed, dark hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoosโhe was striking.
A huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band came into view. โThatโs Kris Kline. The bassist,โ my bestie informed. Then two more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together, leaning back to back within their own light show. โThe hottie with the mirrored sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. Heโs lead guitar. And the other, Mr. Iโd-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm guitarist.โ
The two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apartโone going left, the other right.
Beside me, Briar wolf-whistled.
โShit, yeah! I love you, Fade,โ she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend, never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. โI so want to have that manโs baby!โ
With a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long hair swishing about her face.
The vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didnโt know much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck, fingers on the fretsโhis instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty, sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god, focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
Focus on something else.
I watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the duration of the concert, theyโd never need to darken a gym, because they were doing some killer cardio.
When the song ended, Fade bellowed, โHow are you tonight, Tacoma?โ in a gravelly voice.
The crowd went berserk.
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About the Author:
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt โat homeโ until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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