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Who I Am (Roy’s Story) Blurb & Teaser!

So I’m sharing Roy’s blurb a little early. Why? ‘Cause I love ya!

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Some stories aren’t easy to tell.

Some situations aren’t easy to relive.

But I was raised to be strong—to hold my own. Because of it, I was hurt, torn down, beaten and even had my heart snatched right out of my chest.

But I’m ready now. It’s time for me to speak up. You want to know what really goes on inside my head, well I’m right here.

Real. Raw. Intense.

This is all me. Roy Sykes. This is my story, and trust me… its far from pretty.

Good, huh?? *sighs* I love Roy!

Anywho, here’s a little teaser of what’s to come! January 14th… better get ready.

(Remember, this is raw, un-edited material and it is subject to change.)

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On our way to the hospital, Mom talked about how she was enjoying her new doctor. I met him a few times and he seemed genuine, like he really wanted to help her. Mom continued talking about the friends she met at the hospital, but I couldn’t really get over what Corey and Cheek said to me. They didn’t intimidate me, but I knew now they were probably watching out for me. They were losing trust for me. They were considering me a threat. All because I delivered something and was untouched during the process. Why couldn’t they just accept that? Why did they have to make it a bigger deal than it was?

On our way, each and every day, Mom and I passed by a stoop where four men sat and drank their lives away. They had nothing else better to do than make fun of people, aggravate them, scare them, and on this day, I was already fed up with all the bullshit but they’d hit my last nerve.

“Look at that slut!” one of the men yelled. I was about to stop walking but Mom gripped my hand and shook her head.

“Remember what I said, Roy. Pay them no mind,” she murmured, keeping her gaze forward.

“Ay! Joann! Remember how you used to suck my dick! You were good as hell at it. Good times, huh? Now you can’t do shit for me anymore!”

A growl bubbled at the heart of my throat. “I can’t let them keep talking about you like this,” I muttered. I didn’t realize I had stopped walking and Mom was tugging on my arm until I starting staring at the black road.

“Infested bitch!” one of the men yelled. “Take your raggedy ass away from here before we catch it, too!”

They all laughed. And I snapped. I yanked away from her and rushed for the stoop, knocking down the empty beer bottles and cans. All the men stood up, but fear was in their eyes. And anger was within me. One of them with a dusty red beard tried to be bold, but his drunk stagger wasn’t allowing him to stand as tall and mighty as he wanted to.

“What? You mad ‘cause you might have it, too? It isn’t your fault, boy. It’s hers,” he said, pointing over my shoulder. “She shouldn’t have been such a fiiillltthy whore.” His words were slurring together.

All the men laughed, and I took a look at each of them thoroughly. “That’s funny?” I asked rhetorically, tilting my head and cocking an eyebrow.

Before any of them could laugh again, I gripped the man with the beard by the throat. He seemed to be the one leading them into making fun of her and calling her names so it was time to end it. Locking my hand around his neck and turning him around, I dragged him down the stairs and slammed his face on the concrete. The bald man came rushing down, trying to pull me off of him but I wasn’t having it. All I could see was red. I was out for blood. Mom was all I had and I wasn’t about to let them continue their shit talking. I was tired of seeing her cry. Tired of hearing her moans and cries of pain. Tired of all the crap in our everyday life that we didn’t even deserve.

Without thinking I slammed his face into the pavement over and over again. The other two men remained still, watching as the blood gushed from his face. I was threatening this man and I didn’t even know it. Venomous words were spewing right off my tongue. Threats that I was going to kill him for all the shit he said about her. How he wasn’t shit and never would be. How he was going to pay for it all. He was my excuse. My escape.

I wanted to kill him… I really did. I couldn’t think. Mom kept yelling. But then she whispered something… and I stopped. Reality hit me like a baseball bat to the gut and I jerked away from the bloody man before me. Blood was spilling down the stoop stairs, making it’s way to the sewer. Mom was wailing, crying, tugging on the sleeve of my jacket, begging for me to just come with her and walk away from it all.

“This isn’t you, Roy,” she repeated, stepping in front of me. She was right. I couldn’t look at her. I could only stare at the man. And then I stared at the other three who were staring at me, as if they weren’t expecting me to go as bizzerk as I did on him.

My mind was racing, my ears filled with my own piping hot blood. How did I get so wound up? Why did I take my anger out on him? I never would’ve let those men get to me. Words meant nothing to me. Insults were nothing. I didn’t care as long as no one touched me, but… I literally fucked this man up. And why?

Corey…

Shit, Corey. All my anger was tunneling back to him. The way he touched me, shoved me, and literally made it seem like he could spit on me and walk away pissed me off. He made me feel worthless. Like a fucking idiot. I never, in my entire life, let anyone punk or fool me like Corey did. And I hated how he could get away with it. I needed that money. I needed it all! I just hated that I had to make my living through him.

“Shit… Mom… I’m—I’m sorry. Please…” I didn’t know what to say. I heard shuffling and looked back to see the men helping their beat down leader back to the stoop. I caused damage, yeah, but I don’t think I caused enough to the point where he was going to die. That was good, I guess. But he was banged up. Badly. He was going to need stitches… and a lot of them.

“S’okay,” Mom cooed. “Just come on. Come with me, baby.”

Nodding, speechless, I walked away with Mom, but I couldn’t help looking back at the man I’d just pummeled. The man I imagined as Corey. The man I took my aggressions out on. I committed a crime, but I knew those men on that stoop weren’t going to file a report because they were all criminals to some degree.

And I realized I got lucky.

Very lucky.

Copyright, Shanora Williams 2013

Club Chapter – Gage’s POV

Remember… this is raw material. It’s my writing at it’s ugliest (LOL). It’s unedited, but enjoy it.

 

The music was loud and the girls on the dance floor were really going at it..  “Give me three more!” I yelled at the bartender. I was nearly hammered. I wanted to drown out the dumbass argument I’d just had with Deed. He was pissed I didn’t want to stay in the VIP room with him. I mean, why the fuck would I? It was boring in there. I get he wanted me to be his wingman and all, but he needed to open up some. He needed to let loose a little bit.

“Gage, you’re so sexy,” Penelope said. She clung to my waist and used her other hand to glide it down my chest. I smiled down at her. I could tell she was drunk. Her eyes were glazed over and low.

I shrugged. She giggled and the bartender slid our shots to us. I heard Eliza was coming, and for some odd reason I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even while I was with Penelope, it wasn’t working. Although I didn’t really like dealing with Penelope, she was good for being a distraction. I’d never let a girl get to me the way Eliza did. And what made it worse was seeing her walking through the front door of the club.

She looked hot as fuck. Her platinum hair was down and stopped at her chest. Her makeup was done and she wore a tight silver dress that revealed more skin than I’d ever seen on a woman. She looked fucking hot… and I think for a moment I was drooling.

“Gage?” Penelope called. Snapping my gaze on her, I clamped my mouth shut and forced a smile. “I’m gonna go run to the ladies room. I’ll be right back.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek and I nodded, pressing my lips. As soon as she was gone I looked up to find Eliza but she was no longer by the door. I scanned the club, peered over the bouncing bodies and flailing arms until I spotted her. She was standing at the bar with Montana who’d just draped his arm across her shoulder. Seeing his arm sort of ticked me off. She would never let me touch her like that but with Montana she didn’t have a problem with it. I watched as he led her to the VIP room and the guards let them in.

It brought relief to my conscience when I saw Montana step out of the room moments later. He made his way to the middle of the dance floor, hooking his arm around a few girls along the way.

Taking a deep breath and wiping myself down, I started toward the VIP room. Of course the girls tried getting my attention. To their dismay it wasn’t working. I felt it was necessary to go bother Ellie. I called dibs and all the boys knew it. If anyone was flirting or messing around with her it was gonna be me.

As I stepped into the room, Ellie was standing in front of the door. I could smell her. She smelled sweet like vanilla and honey. I had the urge to touch her, just to see what kind of reaction I would get. If I got a smile, I knew I could score something from her. If I got a frown, I knew I was going to have to put some work into it. She wasn’t an easy one to deal with. And for some reason that ticked me off. I never had to work hard to catch agirl’s attention before. Never.

She spun around and I smiled down at her. To my luck, she returned the a faint one. “What brings you here? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who likes to get down and party?” I asked.

She was hesitant as she spoke. “I… uh… yeah… this isn’t what I was up for tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, confused.

“Ben forced me to come out,” she explained. “I’m not really a party person.”

Of course she wasn’t. She didn’t even look like she belonged here. “Well maybe we can change that for tonight?”

“How?”

“We can start with a drink.” I lifted my hand and gestured to the table in the middle. “We have beer, margaritas… or if you like the hard stuff, some whiskey, tequila, and vodka.”

Her face was solemn. “I don’t drink,” she mumbled.

Never heard that shit come out of anyone’s mouth before. “Damn. Sucks. You should definitely make an exception.” I had to make her feel comfortable a little and I also knew a few drinks would get her to open up. I leaned in but she took a step back, obviously letting her nerves get the best of her. She tore her gaze away from mine and looked at the table.

In a matter of seconds she asked me, “What would you have?”

Grinning, I pressed my hand against the small of her back and if I weren’t mistaken I felt her shiver. It felt sort of… cool to touch her. Sort of… okay. I was surprised she was letting me. I led the way toward the table and grabbed a shot glass of vodka.

“It’s not about me,” I said, responding to her question. “For you, I suggest a shot of vodka.” I handed the glass to her and she took it without hesitation. “That is, if you’re really looking for fun.” I was trying to be cool about it. I was running game, that’s for sure, but I also wanted her tipsy… or drunk. Whatever got her to open up. I grabbed another shot glass for myself and watched the relief wash over her face. “Let’s see. What should we make a toast to?”

“Um… for a rockin’ tour?” she responded. She winced and I couldn’t help smiling. It was pretty corny, but it was cute. She tried.

“That could work,” I said. “We could also give it up to getting acquainted, becoming great friends, and for two months full of diehard fun?”

Maybe I was crossing the line there. I don’t know. She made it clear she wasn’t very interested in me before. I guess she didn’t like when I flaunted around her. It was best to take a new approach. I couldn’t just go in for the kill and attack like a lion. I had to be graceful and majestic… sort of like an eagle catching it’s prey. To my surprise she giggled and looked at me beneath her eyelashes. Damn she was hot. “That sounds great.”

“All right, to a rockin’ tour… and all that other shit I said before.” I smiled, our glasses clinked, and then we swallowed them down. Shit seemed to flip as she finished hers off. Her eyes expanded and she hissed through her teeth. I tilted my head, confused as to what the hell was going on with her. With wide eyes, she looked from me to the table and picked up one of the glasses of water. She took deep gulps and when I figured out what her problem was, I burst out laughing. Yeah, this was definitely her first time drinking. I remembered that feeling. The burning sensation of strong alcohol coursing down your throat with nothing to soothe it with after. I was used to it now, though. To me drinking alcohol was just like drinking water.

“You’ve got an amateur on your hands!” Deed yelled while laughing. “Sure about this one, Gage?”

I whipped my head to look at him, scowling only a little. He narrowed his eyes, obviously still mad I didn’t want to hang with him in the VIP room. Bentley wasn’t here. Therefore it wasn’t necessary for us to hang out together the whole time.

I looked at Eliza as she placed her glass down and gasped. “Why is it so strong?”

I couldn’t help the laugh. “How else will you feel it?”

Shrugging, she placed her shot glass down. This girl really was hot. And I was sure she didn’t know it. She was flawless. Breasts perky and full. Legs long and slender. I wanted those creamy legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to kiss each one of her breasts, get a taste of what was between her legs. Anything. Why was I feeling like this with her? I don’t know. It was new. Really new. I wasn’t sure why I was striving to capture her attention so much. “Have you ever danced before?” I asked as she looked at me again.

Before she could respond, the door swung open and I glanced over my shoulder. At the sight of Penelope I rolled my eyes. Great. Just fucking great. She met at my side, wrapped her arm around my waist, and eyed Eliza. Penelope was the jealous type. She always wanted to make it known we had something going on. We weren’t dating. Just seeing each other. Whenever she was around, we’d mess around but it wasn’t anything serious. She wanted serious. I didn’t.

I could tell Eliza’s mood had been ruined. Her face stiffened and she stepped back, looking Penelope over at least twice before looking at me and reaching for another shot glass.

“Who’s your friend?” Penelope asked.

“This,” I said, pulling her in a little, “is Ellie.”

“Eliza,” she corrected.

My eyes expanded a little. Did I offend her? “Eliza,” I whispered. “Smith.”

“Oh. Nice to meet you, Eliza,” Penelope said. “I’m Penelope Binds, Gage’s girlfriend.”

Ugh. She was not my fucking girlfriend.

“Nice to meet you,” Eliza murmured, reaching a hand out to her. This shocked me a little. It didn’t seem to bother her one bit. And for some reason that pissed me off. Maybe she wasn’t interested in me.

“Gage, I wanna dance,” Penelope whined, poking out her bottom lip.

“Let’s go, then. Oh, and Ellie,” Gage called. She raised her eyebrows at me. “Have fun tonight.” I winked, taking Penelope’s hand in mine. Nothing I did ever got to her. Nothing. What the fuck? As we stepped out the door, girls squealed and rushed our way but the guards held them back. I wasn’t worried about them. I couldn’t get Ellie out of my damn head. What did I have to do to get this girls attention? Send Penelope home after one dance? Yeah. That’s what I was going to do.

A quick remix came on and Penelope and I danced, but I wasn’t feeling it. Not with her. To be honest I wanted to dance with Eliza. I wanted to feel her on me somehow. I wanted her ass planted between my legs, her arms around my neck. I wanted to feel her skin on mine, breathe her in. Was that too much to ask for? Shit.

“Penelope, I’m leaving in a little,” I said, dragging her to the bar and away from the dance floor.

She looked at me, confused. “You aren’t going to invite me to the bus?”

I shook my head, sighing. “Not tonight. You know we have to focus.” That was bullshit. I just didn’t want her around me.

“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, I’ll call my driver.” Of course she wasn’t going to leave without a taste of me. She crushed my lips with hers, hooking her arms around my neck and moaning. I couldn’t kiss her back. I honestly never did. It was never right. “I’ll see you soon.” Kissing my cheek, she turned on her heels and danced her way to the door. She was doing it for attention. She wanted me to watch her dance—to call her back to me.

Moments later and Eliza was stepping out the VIP room with Deed. She had her hand in his and seeing it caused a frown to take hold of my features. They pushed through the crowd and I watched them. As he spun her around and glued his hand to her waist, I bit into my bottom lip.  What made it worse was the fact that she didn’t pull away. I was sure with me she would’ve made any excuse not to be near me, but with Deed she was actually going through with it.

I watched as he whispered into her ear and she smiled. The back of her head was resting on his shoulder and his hands were roaming her body. He was doing all the shit I wanted to do to her. He knew I called dibs. He knew I fucking wanted her!

I couldn’t let it go on any longer. I was never a cock-blocker but with her, I had to cut in. He knew the rules. Once someone called dibs, you couldn’t fuck with the girl. I would’ve never done that shit to him.

Pushing through the crowd was tough with all the girls screaming and grabbing onto me, but I made do. I felt a few kisses on random places of my body like my arms, hands, my neck, and even my cheek, but I wasn’t stopping. A few had even grabbed me but I shrugged out of it. It was pretty easy since they were drunk.

I stopped less than a foot away from Eliza and Deed dancing and continued my frown. “Deed, what the fuck?” I yelled over the music. Eliza’s eyelids fluttered open and Deed’s eyes widened as he looked at me. There was a smile on his lips, proving he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. “Having fun?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I am, actually,” she said. She sounded pretty serious.

Deed pulled away from her, chuckling as he stepped to her side and slung an arm across her shoulders. She winced from his aggressiveness and he eased up a tad. What the hell was he trying to do? Why was he bringing her into it? What was going on between us was between us. There was no need to cause unnecessary drama. “Ellie and I are just having some fun, Gage. Don’t be a cock-blocker.” He was gloating. Fucking dick.

I had to keep my cool. Sighing, I said, “Don’t call her Ellie, Deed. You didn’t come up with that.”

“But you were right,” Deed said, smirking. “It fits her more.”

All right. He was really pissing me the fuck off. My jaw locked and I thought about saying something to really piss him off but when I met Eliza’s confused gaze I held off. “I think I’ll be stealing her away from you now,” I said as calmly as I could. Deed was pissed for sure, but what the fuck did I care? He knew how it went. I called dibs, she was mine. Nothing was going to change about that. He stared at me for just a moment but pulled away instantly and walked up to me. The look he was giving me said it all. He. Was. Pissed. The. Fuck. Off. He bumped into my shoulder and stalked off, but I couldn’t fight my urge to smile. I won. It’s all that mattered.

I looked back at Eliza who was confused about the whole situation. Her eyebrows were stitched and her eyes were narrowed. I was sure she wanted an explanation but I wasn’t up for it. Grabbing her hand, I spun her around. She didn’t pull away like I thought she would. My drink plan worked. She was loosening up. A smile took over my face as her back hit my chest. I wrapped my fingers around her chest and I held her at her middle. A moan escaped her and I inhaled.

“You’re a true lightweight,” I murmured in her ear. She moaned again as I rocked my cock against her. “Benny told me to watch over you tonight. I wasn’t supposed to tell you I’m your undercover babysitter, but Deed… He isn’t the kind of person you wanna get involved with. He carries more weight than you could probably handle.” I wasn’t her babysitter… but I called dibs and I was the one who got her to drink. It was necessary to take some responsibility over her. But about Deed… that was true. She didn’t want to get involved with his shit.

“Oh,” was all she said, but she was still moving. Still glued to me.

“I think I’d be better at dancing against you tonight anyway,” I whispered again. My lips were on her ear and she shivered again. I loved when she shivered. It meant she was feeling something. I think I was turning her on. Shit, she was turning me on. With her hips buried into me, I couldn’t control it. My cock was twitching the more she moved her ass. I was sure she could feel it all. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know I was into her. My teeth grazed her earlobe and she shuddered again.

“Why are you flirting and dancing with me when you have Penelope?” she breathed out.

I didn’t know what to say on that one. To be honest I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t give a fuck about Penelope but I realized with her asking about me and Penelope she was obviously thinking about me. Was she jealous? I had to know.

I continued working my magic, inching my fingers up. She was getting comfortable with me. I knew because the back of her head was now resting on my shoulder. I moved my hands up more, getting closer and closer to her breasts. I could hear her moaning. Her body was reacting positively to my touch. Instead of touching her breasts, I skipped over them and pulled her hair away from her shoulders, my lips hovering over her neck, my breath tickling her skin. I wanted her to beg for more with her body. I wanted her to say she wanted me to touch her.

Not only was she getting turned on, but my pants were growing tighter. I was getting harder and harder, feeling my cock poking her ass. The more she danced it was harder to control myself. I grunted as she buried her hips deeper and locked her arms around my neck. Shit… she was good. Really good. It didn’t seem like this was her first time on a dance floor.

“Penelope’s gone,” I finally murmured. I still needed to know if she was jealous.

But I think I hit the wrong button with her because she stopped dancing instantly. “So you come to me when she can’t see you.” She spun around and a smile took over my face. Yeah, she was jealous. I just proved it. Jealousy was cute on her.

“I’m only taking care of you, Ellie,” I said, smirking. I needed to stop. I knew she was really getting pissed. But I couldn’t help it. I loved the reaction I was getting out of her. Any reaction from her was good. It meant she cared a little… that she wanted something from me. That she was interested.

“I’m twenty-one. I don’t need a babysitter, Gage,” she snapped.

“In here you do.” I looked around and she looked with me. A few men were staring straight at her ass. They knew not to touch her with the security guards around, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t try when the guards got occupied. She rolled her eyes with disgust and stormed past me. She grabbed the handle of the door for the VIP room and dropped down on one of the cushions. I couldn’t let her stay mad. It was wrong of me to smile, but I was pretty drunk and when I’m drunk I really can’t help some of the shit I say or do.

I headed into the VIP room and sat beside her. “I must have upset you,” I said.

She moved away from me. “I’m fine.”

“I thought you didn’t do the party and club thing?” She looked at me rapidly.

“I don’t.”

“But you were dancing against Deed like a pro. That’s saying a little something.”

“Trust me, that’s new to me. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“It can happen,” I said, sliding in closer. “Just not with Deed—or anyone like him.”

“So you’re telling me what to do now?”

I held back on a laugh. “No.” I slid in even closer.

“Well, then I can dance with whomever I like.”

I ignored her statement. Her breaths were getting heavier the closer I moved in. She couldn’t resist me. I was glad I figured that out. She had some kind of interest in me. “Did you enjoy dancing with me, Ellie?” I murmured. Reaching down, I touched her thigh and her legs locked around my hand. Ah, there it is.  I broke her stubborn shell.

“The question is did you enjoy it?” she breathed.

Laughing, I pulled my hand away to rest my arm on top of the couch.

“I know you felt that. I enjoyed it more than you think.”

She burst out laughing. “Why?”

Was she serious? I’m pretty sure I was making it obvious that I wanted her. “Did I not mention before that I find you hot? Sexy? Getting a dance from you was one of the many things I wanted from my ‘what I’d like from Ellie’ list.”

“You have a list? What are the others?” she tempted.

“I’m sure if I were to mention the others, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now. In fact, a bed and handcuffs would most likely be involved.”

“Handcuffs?” she laughed.

I shook my head, frowning a little. “You find that humorous?”

“Very.”

“Don’t tempt me, Ellie.” I sighed, sitting up a little. “All I need is your word and those handcuffs will be put to use one day.” I pulled one of the oldest, most charming cards in the stack. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched but when I used my other hand to run it across her thigh, she stifled a moan. “All I need is for you to say yes, and I swear you won’t forget how good I made you feel,” I added.

I couldn’t believe she was letting me get this close. She didn’t seem like the type to let anyone get near her delicate areas. It was apparent those drinks were doing something to her. She looked down, but I tilted her chin up with my finger. Her icy eyes locked with mine and we stared at one another. I wanted to kiss her, and I could tell she wanted to kiss me. Her chest was leaning into mine, her lips were parted. Her body was craving… begging. This girl was too innocent. In fact, I think I knew exactly why she was so hesitant about a lot of things—why she’d never drank or danced before.

“The only thing is…” I whispered against her lips. “…I’m not sure if a virgin would be able to handle me.”

Finally she blinked and knowing what was coming, I pulled my hand away. “How do you know I’m a virgin?” she asked.

“It’s obvious.” I shrugged. “You don’t drink. You’ve never danced on a dance floor before tonight. Signs of a virgin right there.”

“I could just be an undercover freak. I could’ve been lying just to get you stick around.”

Now that… that made me laugh. “You’re funny, Ellie. Adorable. It’s part of the reason I shouldn’t mess around with you too much.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why shouldn’t you?”

I tilted my head and pressed my lips. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that without making it known that I found her more interesting than I’d ever found any girl? How was I supposed to respond without telling her I wanted a part of her… anywhere? I didn’t want to sound like a wimp… a corny-ass lover boy. I couldn’t get her caught up with me. Not after knowing she pocketed the V-card.

To my luck, the glass door swung open and in came Montana and Roy. “Gage, you’re missing it. Chicks are revealing tits and shit out there, man!” Montana yelled, reaching for a glass of Jack Daniels. Montana downed his drink and as he slammed down his glass, his face pinched a little. “Good shit.” He sighed. “Come on, Gage. I need a wingman. Roy’s acting all bummed out and shit.”

I looked from Montana, who was making his way toward the door, to Eliza again. “You’ll be okay in here, right?” I knew she wasn’t. She seemed sort of iffy about being here in general. As she took a look around, she shrugged and folded her fingers. “Uh, yeah,” she said quickly. “I think I’m just going to call Ben and tell him to call a ride for me or something. I’m kinda tired.”

Standing, I nodded and walked backward toward the door. “Great idea.” I had to get the fuck away. I was glad we were interrupted. Something was happening between us… something that was most likely going to turn out badly. I couldn’t tell her how I really felt. Feelings always got me fucked up. Feelings always took me down the wrong path. I admit I did want to bone that girl, to take her back to the tour bus and keep her there all night, but I was afraid of the outcome. After all that would’ve happened, I would’ve had to stay true to her. She was a virgin. And I was taught to avoid virgins unless she’s what I really wanted. I couldn’t just brush her off after fucking her. It would’ve been wrong of me. I didn’t need the guilt. I couldn’t take away her innocence. I wasn’t about to become that guy.

“Come on, Gage! The ladies are getting antsy!” Montana yelled.

I held back on a sigh and winked before turning around and dashing out the door.

Montana found us a few hot girls and I tried doing all I could to get rid of what I really wanted out of Ellie. Anything. I had two girls at one time at one point. I had them touching me everywhere. I wanted anything to distract myself from her.

Ten minutes later and I saw Eliza stepping out the VIP room.

As she saw me, I only had one girl dancing with me. It caught me off guard when the girl turned around and kissed me. I caught Eliza staring from a distance so I wrapped my arms around the girl’s waist and pulled her in closer. It was best to get her to forget about me a little… to lose interest. I didn’t want her wanting me to take something that valuable away from her. I couldn’t afford it—shit, I was afraid of it. She was a virgin and I was… me. I couldn’t screw her over like the other girls. At least with the other girls they were known as whores… sluts. I made a promise to someone a long time ago. I had to stick to it.

The girl pulled away, giggling, and I forced a laugh before turning her around to start dancing with her again. I smacked her ass a few times before bending her over to see more butt than anything else. I looked up and caught Eliza’s eye and seeing how pissed she was brought relief. She wouldn’t look away, though, and I couldn’t. She was still walking to the exit, but staring in my direction—at me. I knew in order to get her to look away… to forget whatever she felt with me before I had to bring out my arrogance. I had to piss her off—get under her skin. I winked, blew a kiss at her, and smiled, and with that she rolled her eyes and stormed off.

I admit it was pretty fucked up. And as time passed I thought about it more and more. How could I have some part of this girl without taking her virginity—oh, that’s right! I couldn’t. There was no way. Not with me being on the go. Eliza was a good girl, but I was afraid of settling down. Settling down wasn’t even in my nature. I was usually the one who fucked and then left—or kicked them out. It was always this way. Shit couldn’t change for me because I wanted one girl.

I had to get out of the club. I told Montana I was heading back to the tour bus. He was confused about it but he didn’t bother talking on it. I caught a ride, arrived at the tour bus and headed in, but not without taking a look at Eliza’s window. Her light was on, and I wasn’t sure how she was feeling but by how she left I was sure she was pissed. She needed to be pissed. Someone like me didn’t deserve to get real with her. A part of me wanted to change one day… but it wasn’t this day. I wasn’t ready for all of that yet. I knew with her around it was going to be hard to stay away—hard not to mess around too much—but I had to make do.

As I lay on my back in the dark with my eyes wide open, I hated that I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she moaned when I touched her. The way she looked at me beneath her eyelashes. The way she licked her lips or even how she buried her hips into me, turning me on and making my dick harder than a rock. Her look of disgust was what got to me most. I hated that look. Usually I would brush it off but with her it was hard to do.

Fuck… with her on this tour shit was going to get tough. And I didn’t know if I was prepared for any of it. I guess I had to be someone I didn’t want to be to keep her disgusted with me. The more disgusted she was, the better. The more she avoided me, the better. Her virginity was safe as long as she couldn’t stand me… and I could deal with that.

 

 

A little bit of Roy Sykes…

We all know Roy Sykes keeps to himself, but that doesn’t mean his thoughts are calm. No. His thoughts are wild – exciting, even. I personally love the way Roy thinks and I’m glad he’s opened up! Here’s a little bit from book 3 of the FireNine Series.

*Remember, this is completely unedited, raw material and it is subject to change.*

Enjoy…

 

 

Rosalie’s knee brushed mine as she shut her eyes and inhaled the tunes. She was getting a thrill out of hearing the song. I figured she knew what the song was and the meaning behind it because, while her eyes were closed, a smile was hinting on those full, rosy lips.

I took the time to observe her as she bobbed her head to the music. Her cleavage was popping out of the V of her tank top and a trickle of sweat had dripped from her chest and slid between the plump curves. I wanted to stop what I was doing and lick that sweat away. I bet it was sweet, just like she seemed to be.

Her fingers were folded and I made out a tattoo in cursive script across her right index finger. It read, “life’s too short.” That was true, and then I realized maybe we had the same mindset. Apparently she loved music. I knew by the way she was swaying and humming to the music. I knew she liked to have fun. Only a carefree soul would get a tattoo about the shortness of life. I had one myself. On my back.

There was something about this girl, and I wanted to know so badly what it was. I had a hunch… and it was shocking that I went along with it.

I finally stopped playing and Rosalie’s eyelids fluttered open. She looked into my eyes, gave a crooked, charismatic smile, and I think I nearly exploded in my pants. Fuck, her smile was sexy. She was sexy. Why the hell can’t I control myself?

“That was incredible, Roy,” she said.

I shrugged. “Lots of practice.”

“Yeah, I can tell. I enjoyed your little twist to it, too.”

I smiled. I didn’t think she’d catch the twist. Nobody else did except my band brother, Montana Delray. He had an ear for music.

Things became silent as I looked ahead and Rosalie lowered her gaze. The birds chirped above us and a few people jogged by, some as a couple and some alone. I should’ve been speaking—I mean, it was rude of me not to—but I didn’t know if the plan of a dinner and a movie was going to work out. I had a lot on my plate, in fact too much. I didn’t want to drag some random chick into the picture. I knew she wasn’t the ordinary girl.

For one, most girls around Suffolk knew exactly who I was without the need for me to introduce myself. I was Roy Sykes, lead guitarist of FireNine. We were just a local band back then, but everyone around loved us. We got almost everything for free with a wink of an eye, did big gigs at Steele’s bar, and we’d always be the band playing at someone’s house party.

But this girl, Rosalie, she didn’t know me. She didn’t have that spark of familiarity in her eyes. I was just a stranger to her… and for the first time I was glad. I hated being idolized. I hated when girls would kiss the pavement I walked on. I hated that they’d suck my cock just to get a kiss on the cheek from me… okay… I’m lying. I loved when they sucked my cock, but I just hated the popularity. I loved my peace. My quiet. I loved either being to myself or hanging with the boys I grew up with. My band. I knew we were going to have to rise to another level one day, but I was never ready for it. I wasn’t ready for any of life’s shit to be thrown at me… but I had to man up. I had to get over it and face it all.

Rosalie shifted and I looked at her just as she stood. “Well, that was great. Thank you.” She forced a smile and took a step back.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do… what to say. I wasn’t sure if she was going to be worth my time, or the bigger question, whether I was going to be worth hers. I didn’t know anything about this girl and already she was making my head spin, my cock twitch, my mouth dry, and my sentences short. I wanted her in my bed more than anything, but I knew she was worth way more than that. I had respect for women who had respect for themselves. She seemed like one of those girls who wouldn’t just give it up to any boy she came across.

Rosalie took one more step back as I stared at her like a fucking idiot. She probably thought I was crazy—hell, I thought I was crazy. I didn’t know what I wanted. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her brains out and ditch her, or fuck her brains out and keep her.

She looked like a keeper. She looked like she could provide nothing but happiness. Satisfaction. Peace.

I needed peace. I needed happiness. Mom would’ve loved for me to find some sort of satisfaction in life, and I would do anything to see a smile on Mom’s face, so before Rosalie disappeared, I yelled after her, clutching my guitar and rushing in her direction.

She stopped rapidly, spinning around. I met up to her and then took a deep breath, looking her over. I can do this. I can do this…. Right?

“Uh… so that dinner and a movie? Would you like to… you know, with me?” I asked, hesitant.

Her face was stale and emotionless, and at this exact moment I panicked. I knew I shouldn’t have asked. I just fucking knew it. What the hell would she want with me, a tattooed freak with hair I refused to cut and a guitar I called my best friend? What the hell would she want with me, a loner? A fuck-up? A selfish lunatic?

Just as I thought about saying never mind and running off to hide at home, a smile spread across those beautiful lips and she took a step toward me. She smelled like sweat and vanilla… and it smelled fucking divine. I wanted to lick her all over. I didn’t care if she’d just ran a mile or if she hadn’t showered yet. She looked like she tasted sweet and delicious… everywhere. Damn, I wanted a taste of her.

“I’d love to, Roy Sykes,” she said, right before kissing my cheek, grinning broadly, and taking a step back. My eyes expanded as she asked for my cell phone. I fished it out my back pocket, speechlessly handing it to her, and she plugged her number in. As soon as she handed my phone back, she said, “Call me tonight. We’ll make arrangements.”

She spun around, ran off, and smiled over her shoulder. I returned a faint smile, clutching my phone in hand, and as soon as she looked away, I watched her perfect ass jiggle as she ran down the path. And I didn’t bother moving an inch until she was completely out of sight.

Holy. Fuck.

Who We Are Released Yesterday!

If you were keeping up with me on Facebook and Twitter, then you know Who We Are got an earlier release. It was yesterday (9/18) but in case you’ve missed it, here are the links. Kobo is still being a pain in my butt but it’s on Amazon and B&N. As soon as it’s live on Kobo I will post links!

 

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Who-We-Are-FireNine-ebook/dp/B00FA2B9S0/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_imgnr_1

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Who-We-Are-FireNine-ebook/dp/B00FA2B9S0/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_JQG8

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/who-we-are-shanora-williams/1116943583?ean=2940148536345

 

Thank you all for your love and support. It means the world to me.

 

Much love,

Shanora

Just some answers to a few questions…

So I’ve been getting asked some of the same questions by a few people and I don’t mind it at all, but to clear up some stuff, I’m going to answer them right now. I’ll keep it simple, straight, and to the point.

 

1) When will Who We Are be released?

- That’s a big one. A huge one I’m getting asked constantly. WWA will be released on September 24th. That’s the expected release date. Please mark your calendars, make a mental note, write it on your forehead… anywhere!

2) Will the rest of the band be getting books?

- Yes. Book 3 will be about Roy Sykes. 4 will be about Montana Delray (and yes Montana’s book will be a FULL novel! LOL). And 5 will be a novella about Deed. I figured since part of Deed’s story was revealed in book 1, there’s no need to go into too much detail about it in his book. So I made it a novella, but it will be pretty extreme and emotional.

3) Will Gage be getting a POV book?

- That’s a tough question to answer. I really don’t know if I’ll make a book in his POV because it’ll be just like reading book 1 again, only through his eyes. I’ve never been a fan of reading the same story over again just because it’s another POV so I try to avoid doing so. I may, however, write chapters in Grendel’s POV and share them on my blog one day. (Possibly soon… after the release of Who We Are)

4) Will Who We Are end on a cliffhanger, too?

- Nope! And believe me, it wasn’t my intention to leave book 1 on a cliffy. LOL. I swear!

5) When will the cover reveal for Who We Are be?

- Sept. 9th. If you’re interested in sharing on your blog, please contact Ena Burnette at Swoon Worthy Books! She’ll have all the info for the reveal! I can’t wait to show it to you guys!

 

I believe that’s it for the questions. Like I said, simple and to the point. If there are more, I will do my best to answer them.

I am very excited to get Who We Are out there – well, excited and nervous as hell. I love the book, but I’m so scared you all might not love it the way I do. I’ve had a very emotional journey with Gage and Eliza. I really don’t want their story to end, but I do love them and I must set them free! HAHA.

REMEMBER: THE EXPECTED RELEASE DATE IS SEPT. 24TH! This is my final announcement of the date until the cover reveal and when I get closer to release day. It’s also on the FireNine tab of my blog.

 

Thanks! xx

 

Shanora

Who We Are (Teaser II)

All right, WHO WE ARE teaser number 2! Feel free to comment, share, whatever!

*Btw, it’s not completely edited.*

Enjoy!

As soon as I arrived at my temporary apartment, I dropped my keys on the counter, blared some Laura Welsh on the stereo, and then trudged for the shower. The water was soothing. I didn’t want to step out of the steam, especially as I was bombarded with memories.

Gage and me on the FireNine tour bus. Gage kissing me, licking me, soiling me with his fervent kisses. I quivered, running a finger across my lips, remembering the kiss we shared when he stayed the night at Ben’s a few days ago. The passion I felt, the power. It was so much, yet I couldn’t get enough. My lips were still tingling from it… from how much I missed it. How much I missed him.

Soon, the water chilled against my skin and I shut it off, ran a towel over my damp hair, and grabbed an extra towel to wrap around my wet skin. I brushed my teeth, cleared my face with handful of cool water, and then headed for my bedroom.

Laura Welsh sang about hollow drums and it was like she spoke to me—like she reminded me of how much I actually missed Gage. How hollow and empty I felt without him while I was in school and even now. In school it was worse. Every little thing reminded me of him. Every couple that walked by hand in hand reminded me of him. All the girls who were smiling up at their boyfriends lovingly, clinging to their sides, holding them like they never wanted to let go… it all reminded me of him. I couldn’t stand it… but I missed it. I rolled my eyes, trying to rid my mind of him, but it was nearly impossible.

Even as I changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top and dropped the towel from my hair, I still thought about him. Even as I poured myself a bowl of cereal and ate it to the heartfelt music, I still thought about him. Even as I lounged flat on my back on the sofa, my hand on my forehead, staring at the dots on the ceiling, I still thought about him.

About his eyes, his full, pink lips that always sent a bolt of electricity coursing through me whenever connected with mine. His hard, rippled body, the perfect sleeve of ink on his forearms, broad chest, ribs, and even his back.

The ceiling seemed to spin above me as the music filled me, and then I felt the rims of my eyes pricking, begging for the pooling tears to be shed. I couldn’t believe it. I missed everything about him. I fucking missed him. Entirely too much.

There was a knock on the door and I perked up, back stiff, staring ahead. They knocked again and I swiped at my tears, confused. Who could be at my door this late? I cautiously made my way to the entrance, my heart pounding, my steps soft, making sure I didn’t cross any weak spots to make the floor creak.

I took a peek out of the peephole and made out a tousled mess of silky, dark-brown hair and broad shoulders. His head was ducked down, hiding his face, but I knew exactly who it was and I stifled a gasp.

My mind then went into gear. Should I let him in? Should I shoo him away? Should I blast him and beg him to just leave me alone?

In the end, I knew I couldn’t do any of those, no matter how upset I may have been with him. I did love him, after all.

I cracked open the door and he jerked away from the doorframe, taking a quick step back, his hazel eyes meeting mine. “Gage?”

“Eliza,” he whispered. His eyes were tired, restless. His lips were strained, as if he wanted to say something else, but then they relaxed and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Why are you here?” I asked, opening the door wider. He pressed the palm of his hand on the door and stepped past me, his heavy cologne filling my lungs. It mixed with the light, airy scent of water, as if he’d purposely walked in the drizzle. I could imagine him pacing back and forth in front of the apartment building, debating on whether he should come up or not. “Better yet,” I said, “how did you know where this apartment was?” I locked the door before looking at him.

“Frank told me,” he sighed out. “Look… I can’t do this,” he said, running another rigid hand through his hair. A few pieces fell onto his forehead, proving he would need a haircut in maybe three days tops. His eyes saddened and filled with guilt and I narrowed mine, tilting my head.

“Do what?” I asked, stepping up.

“This… I can’t be angry anymore. I can’t act like I don’t fucking care. I want—” His sentence broke and his gaze lowered to the floor. Good thing the music was playing, filling the silence, because I wasn’t sure of what to say, but I knew what he was getting at. “I wasn’t supposed to come here. I wasn’t supposed to see you. I was supposed to fight myself from getting close to you again—for your sake—but… I can’t. I can’t fight it. It’s so fucking hard to stay away from you, Eliza.”

 

 

Who We Are

Expected release date:  September 24th, 2013.

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Who We Are (FireNine #2) Synopsis

“I thought I had gone through something much worse. I thought the abuse and pain from my mom and step-dad was bad, but this? This heartache? This pain? This depression? This gut-wrenching, heartbreaking moment? This knotted up feeling in my gut, the tightness in my throat, the ache in my chest? It was slowly but surely killing me.”

Eight months.

That’s how long it’s been since Eliza last saw Gage and they both feel as if they don’t deserve one another’s forgiveness. He screwed up. She walked away without looking back. They’ll try and make up all the time they’ve lost with one another, that is until they’re facing the choices of either going their separate ways, or hanging on and fighting for dear life.

The fights will be endless. They heartache will be real. The demons will return, and they won’t back down without a fight.

There are some who will do anything to keep true love apart, and those same people will dig deep into their demonic ways until Eliza and Gage are literally no more.

Can Eliza and Gage overcome it all? Will they be able to face the true demons that are seeking to destroy them? Or will they just forget about everything they’ve worked so hard for and go their separate ways?

Sometimes you have to go through struggles in order to reach an ultimate point of peace… but will their struggle be worth it?

Who We Are (Teaser 1)

 

It’s always so hard to choose teasers, but I hope you all like this one!

(Completely un-edited, raw material. Subject to change)

Who We Are Teaser #1

I was nervous as hell, but I had to focus. I had to think about what I was going to say. This was a make it or break it situation. If I said or did anything wrong, I was going to lose Gage.

We met at the door and as soon as it was opened for us, the music blared. Girls were screaming, guys were yelling like hooligans. It was wild. The lights were dim, mist was flowing out of a few vents above the crowd, most likely to keep them cool. It didn’t seem to be working, though, because as we stepped in, the atmosphere was thick and hot. I felt the sweat coming and I hadn’t even been in the stadium for longer than a minute.

“Our spots are up there!” I shouted at Kelsey who was staring at the stage in awe. Her eyes were wide and I looked with her, wondering what had her attention.

Without a doubt it was the band. Montana had on a ripped white shirt, his mohawk was spikey, a handsomely wicked smile on his lips. He was strapping his guitar around him, winking at a few chicks, and as soon as his guitar was around him, he raised his hands in the air and the crowd went wild for him.

“I fucking love you, Montana Delray!” a girl beside us screamed. She could have busted my eardrum by how loud she was.

I looked at Kelsey, knowing she wasn’t going to move anytime soon. I grabbed her arm and pushed through the thick crowd.  This was new. Really new. I was always a backstage fan so I didn’t have to worry about getting through the mass, but it was terrible. Sweat from others was spilling on me. Girls wouldn’t get the hell out of my way. And the guys were worse. They were like a group of football players getting ready for their final game. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could get through them. They were like brick walls.

Somehow I managed to get through, though. My hand was still wrapped around Kelsey’s wrist and as soon as I reached the front row, Gage’s hypnotic voice bellowed through the mic and the girls screamed like monkeys. “Y’all are amazing tonight!” he said, chuckling. “Seriously. This love I’m feeling from y’all is incredible.”

The girls screamed even louder, some bumping into us. I pushed through the front to get a better spot and as soon as I stopped, I looked up. I released Kelsey, who was staring at Roy. Roy was staring right back.

And then I looked at Gage. He was always so damn handsome. Always. His hair was a bit longer, messy, and his facial hair was trimmed to a tee. He wore a black T-shirt with FireNine spray-painted on it, dark blue jeans, and as usual, Chuck Taylor shoes. He pushed his hair out of his face as he spoke in the mic again, and hearing him like this—watching him like this—was amazing. Now I could see why the girls in the crowd were so wild about him. He was standing above me, like some sort of king on a throne. He had flirtatious eyes, a smooth and deep voice that filled me up. I wanted to just grab him off that stage and attack him with kisses. I wanted to ride him for hours.

From this angle, the name Rockgod Grendel finally made sense to me now.

Gage said something else and then he aligned his fingers on his guitar. He started off the show by singing solo. The band wasn’t playing yet. It was just his voice filling the stadium, making the girls crazier. His voice was hypnotic and he was really singing… like, really, really singing. From the depths of his soul. His heart. This was love to him. He enjoyed it. He was giving it his all and he had his reasons. I remembered him telling me how singing made him disappear—how it made him feel like there were no worries. No problems. Singing was his escape, his happy place.

And then he opened his eyes wide and clamped his mouth shut, giving a slight interlude. He finally strummed his guitar and the band went in on their instruments. The music blared through the stadium and Kelsey screamed beside me, admiring the performance. She was bouncing up and down, cheering, hollering, reaching forward to try and get a feel of Roy. It was odd seeing him get so close to the edge of the stage. This wasn’t like him. He always kept his distance, but as he stole glances at Kelsey, I realized he was dedicating this performance to her… and he was doing one hell of a job.

Gage’s voice got lower, more powerful and I looked at him. As soon as I did, a gasp escaped me. He was staring right at me. He was still playing, still singing, but his eyes were fixed on me. Watching me. Taking all of me in. I bit my bottom lip and he shook his head, most likely wondering why the hell I was here, in the crowd of all places. He wasn’t expecting me, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. His voice wavered a bit on one part, almost crackling. The lyrics were about missing someone. Loving someone. The lyrics literally brought tears to my eyes.

 

She was all I had and I blew it

The one I cried for, she knew it

I would fight for the rest of my life

Just to keep her by my side

She was my one…

 

Damn. The lyrics were beautiful. And as he sang each word, he looked straight into my eyes. I think I saw tears forming in his but before I could make them out, he blinked hard and looked away. And he didn’t look at me after he tore his gaze away. Not even as the songs changed. He avoided my eyes, and this proved he was nothing but hurt and confused.

 

(September, 2013)

Let’s Clear A Few Things…

Okay, so I’ve been hearing and seeing a lot of people complaining about my leading man in Who He Is, Gage Grendel. His arrogance. His cockiness. His whole demeanor throughout the first 50% of the book and I do admit he is a cocky one. He knows how to piss a chick off, especially Ellie, and that’s exactly how I wanted him to be. EXACTLY! I wanted Gage to irk some nerves, to make you want to punch him in the face because THAT WASN’T THE REAL GAGE!

If I made Gage piss you off, get under your skin– hell if I made him hate him more than love him throughout the book, that was the point.

Gage wasn’t meant to be adored for his arrogance. I know some enjoyed it and thought it was perfect for the book, and I thank you because that’s exactly what I was going for, but the real gage was what I wanted everyone to see. To be honest, I wrote Who He Is for me. I wrote it to be entertained, to find out who the REAL Gage Grendel could be. I adore him for who he became in the end, how he opened up to Eliza, and how he knew he messed up, how she felt awful about letting him go… all of it. I cried extremely hard over the final chapter and throughout the book because these characters were like no other to me. It was weird creating them because I wanted to do something completely different but then they’d switch it up on me and I would have to rewrite a few things. Yeah, it was tough. But I didn’t mind it.

Anyway, the point of this post wasn’t to discuss Gage and his ways… I didn’t really mind that. I saw that one coming from a mile away. Gage was hard to love at first and I get that. That was the point. It’s WHO HE IS! He didn’t really care until Ellie came along. *wink wink*

The major point of this is to talk about my leading lady, Eliza Smith. Some hate her for leaving, but if we’re being real… how can you hate someone for striving for success? How can you hate someone who worked hard their entire life for something better, just for letting someone she really got to know for only two months go? You only get to go to a real college once. You only get one chance to make the best out of a scholarship from your dream school. She knew there was plenty of time for her to find Grendel and talk to him again after she was done. They both knew where their hearts were. Honestly, I was upset she left. I was hurt that she walked away, but at the same time I can put myself in Eliza’s shoes because priorities come first. Life in general comes first. If you expect me to avoid reality in my books, you’re expecting wrong. I’ve been through a lot, I’m very ambitious, and I made my character the same way. No one can really call her selfish when Gage left her alone for two nights. Both of them blame each other, and although Gage doesn’t know how to show it, he blames himself most. He’s upset with Eliza, yes. The first two chapters of book 2 prove this, but he’s really upset with himself and you will see in book 2 how he really, really feels.

In my opinion, Eliza was smart. She did the right thing. She could have talked to him, but remember: What they had going on was a fling. What they were going through was supposed to be for fun, but it got way too serious for them to handle and they were nowhere near ready for it. They all knew Eliza was going to have to go in the end no matter what and that was that. He had to face it, even though it hurt. Plus he promised to avoid and leave Penelope alone for her– and he did– but it didn’t last long. That’s what hurt Eliza most. Him leaving for someone he promised to drop for her. Maybe if he would’ve stuck around with her, things would have gone a little differently, but he screwed up. She isn’t the only one to blame. This isn’t going against anyone’s opinion because we are all entitled to our own, this is just my opinion and how I saw the book. We all see things differently. Some may think it’s dumb, some may have thought it was annoying, and some may have just flat out hated it, but to me, this was my baby. My book. And I wanted to make it the best story possible. Just wanted to let you see how I saw things while writing it. I wasn’t seeking the cliffhanger. I freaking hate them! They kill me, which is why I added in the first 2 chapters of book 2 because I hate being left hanging. But this book would’ve been way, way too long for me to complete their story. There was so much more in store for Gage and Eliza and I had to do what was best.

Okay… that’s my take. and now that it’s off my chest, I can’t tell y’all how excited I am to release book 2!  I really can’t wait to release the rest of the books about the band either. I think you’ll fall in love with their stories. They’re really running wild in my head right now and screaming for me to get them out there. Especially Montana’s crazy ass. Haha!

I do want to thank each and every one of you personally for taking the time out to buy and read my book, for enjoying it and falling in love with the characters like I did. I really enjoyed writing this book and I really, really can’t wait to get book 2 out there! Ellie and Gage’s story is far from over. I am warning you that book 2 will have a lot of heartache, a lot of problems, and a lot of messy crazy-troll sh*t that won’t be dealt with for a while, but when they reach a certain point in the book, it’ll be worth it. I promise. A lot is revealed in this book and I think y’all will love it!

Thanks for reading! Time for me to get back to work now.

Shanora xx

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