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December 22, 2012
Bad Rep on B & N
Finally, Bad Rep is available on Barnes and Noble!
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December 20, 2012
BAD REP UP EARLY!
Bad Rep has gone live on Amazon a day early!!!!
Woohoo! So read it before the world ends, LOL!
http://www.amazon.com/Bad-Rep-ebook/d...
Woohoo! So read it before the world ends, LOL!
http://www.amazon.com/Bad-Rep-ebook/d...
December 18, 2012
December 17, 2012
Another sneak peak of Cloud Walking
Head over to my Author Facebook page for another Cloud Walking teaser. This time from Daniel's POV. Enjoy!
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December 13, 2012
Sneak Peak at Cloud Walking
Head over to my author page on Facebook and there is a sneak peak at the Find You in the Dark novella, Cloud Walking!
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Enjoy!
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Enjoy!
Another Bad Rep ARC giveaway
Over at Reality Bites Blog, the lovely ladies are giving away an ARC of BAD Rep...so head on over and check it out!
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December 12, 2012
Bad Rep Giveaway!
Head over to Kindlehooked and get an ARC copy of Bad Rep before it's released next week! It's for ONE DAY ONLY! Follow the link!
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December 11, 2012
Another Bad Rep Teaser
Meet the boys of Generation Rejects!!!
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Around 11:15, Jordan sat down at his drum kit and did a quick run. I couldn't help but be impressed by his obvious talent. Moore had come out from the back and grabbed himself a beer. Cole took the mic and turned it on, a squeal from the amp cutting through the noise of the restaurant. Everyone got quiet as the guys took their spots.
“Thanks to everyone who has come out to see us tonight. My name is Cole and we're Generation Rejects.” And with that they launched into a metal version of the Rolling Stones' Gimme Shelter. I watched riveted as Jordan beat the hell out of his kit, sweat already dripping down his face. Cole's voice was almost a scream as he sang about war being a shot away.
The crowd soaked it up. Girls had jumped up and started dancing to the music, yelling out the names of the guys playing for them. I had been to a fair number of live shows, but this was awesome. The vibe was intense and the band played like their lives depended on it.
And Jordan was...well, he was the sun in the middle of it all. It was impossible to ignore his presence behind the drums. Even though Cole was technically the lead singer, it was Jordan's voice that I focused on as it melded with the music. He was flipping fantastic.
They played three more covers, choosing obvious crowd-pleasers. Everyone ate it up. Jaz and Damien joined the dancing fans but I chose to stay in my seat, enjoying the view uninterrupted by swaying girls in halter tops and too tight dresses.
After they finished a rowdy version of Bob Dylan's Rainy Day Women, the music came to a sudden halt. Cole held the mic between loose fingers and swayed his hips as he peered into the crowd. “I'd like to introduce you to the rest of my mates. On bass, Mitch!” The crowd cheered. “And my man Garrett on lead guitar!” The crowd continued to roar. “And on the skins, the fucking bandit, Jordan!”
The sound was deafening. I could hear “I love you's” and “Marry me's” interwoven together in the chaos.
“This next song is one of ours. Written by our own lyrical genius, The Piper, Jordan Levitt! I hope you like it,” Cole yelled into the mic. The Piper? Then without any further preamble, Jordan began to pound out an intense beat. His body heaved with the wave of music that poured out of him. The guitar picked up and then the bass, mixing together in an intoxicating blend of sex and love and pain.
Then to my surprise, Jordan began a raspy hum that made my nipples harden. My panties had become instantly wet, I was so turned on. His voice was unbelievable. The noises he made were erotic. I watched his rippling forearm muscles as they beat against the skins in an almost violent passion. The sexy claustrophobic press of bodies and heat of the room caused sweat to drip between my breasts. The noises, the hot, suffocating pressure in the air aroused me in a way I didn't think was possible. And all I could imagine was Jordan making that same low rumble as he pounded into me.
My heartbeat hitched up a notch and my breathing became shallow. Was it possible to orgasm just from listening to someone sing? I was so lost in the spell he wove that it took me a moment to realize he was staring at me. He continued to beat his drums mercilessly but I knew he was watching me. And for a moment it felt like we were the only two people in the room. And I knew that the song was for me. Just for me.
And then he began to sing...
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Around 11:15, Jordan sat down at his drum kit and did a quick run. I couldn't help but be impressed by his obvious talent. Moore had come out from the back and grabbed himself a beer. Cole took the mic and turned it on, a squeal from the amp cutting through the noise of the restaurant. Everyone got quiet as the guys took their spots.
“Thanks to everyone who has come out to see us tonight. My name is Cole and we're Generation Rejects.” And with that they launched into a metal version of the Rolling Stones' Gimme Shelter. I watched riveted as Jordan beat the hell out of his kit, sweat already dripping down his face. Cole's voice was almost a scream as he sang about war being a shot away.
The crowd soaked it up. Girls had jumped up and started dancing to the music, yelling out the names of the guys playing for them. I had been to a fair number of live shows, but this was awesome. The vibe was intense and the band played like their lives depended on it.
And Jordan was...well, he was the sun in the middle of it all. It was impossible to ignore his presence behind the drums. Even though Cole was technically the lead singer, it was Jordan's voice that I focused on as it melded with the music. He was flipping fantastic.
They played three more covers, choosing obvious crowd-pleasers. Everyone ate it up. Jaz and Damien joined the dancing fans but I chose to stay in my seat, enjoying the view uninterrupted by swaying girls in halter tops and too tight dresses.
After they finished a rowdy version of Bob Dylan's Rainy Day Women, the music came to a sudden halt. Cole held the mic between loose fingers and swayed his hips as he peered into the crowd. “I'd like to introduce you to the rest of my mates. On bass, Mitch!” The crowd cheered. “And my man Garrett on lead guitar!” The crowd continued to roar. “And on the skins, the fucking bandit, Jordan!”
The sound was deafening. I could hear “I love you's” and “Marry me's” interwoven together in the chaos.
“This next song is one of ours. Written by our own lyrical genius, The Piper, Jordan Levitt! I hope you like it,” Cole yelled into the mic. The Piper? Then without any further preamble, Jordan began to pound out an intense beat. His body heaved with the wave of music that poured out of him. The guitar picked up and then the bass, mixing together in an intoxicating blend of sex and love and pain.
Then to my surprise, Jordan began a raspy hum that made my nipples harden. My panties had become instantly wet, I was so turned on. His voice was unbelievable. The noises he made were erotic. I watched his rippling forearm muscles as they beat against the skins in an almost violent passion. The sexy claustrophobic press of bodies and heat of the room caused sweat to drip between my breasts. The noises, the hot, suffocating pressure in the air aroused me in a way I didn't think was possible. And all I could imagine was Jordan making that same low rumble as he pounded into me.
My heartbeat hitched up a notch and my breathing became shallow. Was it possible to orgasm just from listening to someone sing? I was so lost in the spell he wove that it took me a moment to realize he was staring at me. He continued to beat his drums mercilessly but I knew he was watching me. And for a moment it felt like we were the only two people in the room. And I knew that the song was for me. Just for me.
And then he began to sing...
December 9, 2012
Find You in the Dark Blog Tour starts TODAY!!!
Head over to my author facebook page for all the stops on my two week tour with Readiacs! So exciting!
December 8, 2012
Bad Rep ARC giveaway
Kim and Tanya over at Kindlehooked are hosting a Bad Rep ARC giveaway next week. So head on over and join!
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