Metal in Erotica Romance
Greetings peeps! This is Corey Patrick, the bass player of The Wretched with a blog post about heavy metal in erotica romance. In my mind, there’s nothin’ better than writing about sexy rocker dudes and dudettes, playing music onstage and enjoying the pleasures of stardom offstage. BL intends to do this in the Metalrotica collection, which features tales about my band, The Wretched. Where did this idea come from? Well Shar and BL have attended lots of concerts seeing some of the best in metal in all their glory. Not only that, Shar is a metal journalist for the e-zine FourteenG.Net which features interviews and reviews with some of the hot acts from yesterday and today. Since its inception in 2004, the girls who were also known as the Terror Triplets in popular circles, traveled through the Midwest to meet with bands and hang out with other press members as well as fans. When that happens, you see a bunch of things the normal fan might not get to see.
Of course, the girls will never tell you but in this series, Shar gives you an inside look into some of the things she witnessed or took part in as well as things she’s drummed up in that crazy brain of hers. This makes for a great story, don’t you think? You follow the band, in this case The Wretched, on tour, playing in front of thousands, interacting with fans, and enjoying all the indulgencies of being a heavy metal superstar. To me this is great inspiration for a set of tales and add the raw emotion, the adrenaline, and sexiness, you’ve got yourself an exciting set of books!
Now, the great thing about The Wretched is that they’re small sized, only 99 cents for each part. All will be 15k or less. When a volume is done, it will be released in a full ebook and or print depending on the length. Once the Wretched is done, Shar and BL will delve into other bands. One for the fictional band Dark Temptress and all black girl metal band, another for Astronodomine, as well as a series of books called Reluctant Groupie. There will also be a couple of one offs in the collection. All in all, a fabulous set of books that metal and romance fans alike shall enjoy.
Hope this sparked your interest into the collection that should bring metal and erotica closer together. Metalrotica! *raise up horns*
Blurb: Corey Patrick has arrived, fresh out of Boston to perform with The Wretched, one of the biggest bands on the planet. Immediately, the bass player takes advantage of the perks provided including hobnobbing with members of the press!
Over the loudspeaker…
“Ladies and gentlemen, crowd surfing and/or moshing will result in immediate dismissal from the venue. Enjoy the show.”
In a drug filled haze, I stood on the stage with my new band mates. The lights dimmed, the crowd chanting, “Wretched, wretched,” in unison, throwing up the horns as if in a similar trance. I’d been with several acts, toiling in the background as the spare, the fill in, the resident head banger while others gained the spotlight. Now was my turn to be the one. And even better in the most sought after metal act from the west coast of North America, The Wretched.
“You ready Corey? You better play your ass off tonight so they’ll forget about Randy’s stupid butt,” yelled Nicolai Zander with a wry smile.
Excited as a pig in shit, I responded with a nod and gave my bass a couple of plucks.
Once he turned his attention back to the crowd, he changed his expression immediately from smirk to scowl. The short, pudgy runt everyone came to know and love stalked the stage like Napoleon with a microphone in hand. As per usual, Nicolai donned baggy black trousers with pockets down both sides, chains hanging from every loop and hole. His Testament t-shirt and his trademark cowboy boots had both seen better days, but it made up the persona known as Nicolai Zander. The, ‘I don’t give a fuck ‘cause I’m the leader of this bunch of misfits’ kind of look. Glassy greenish blue eyes peered at his minions, and he returned their adulation with his own one finger salute and tongue wag.
“Wretched, wretched, wretched…” the swarm of metal heads chanted, the spotlight shone on me, then Nicolai one after the other. Within seconds, the background music faded, and drummer Bryan started the first beats of our legendary song Devil’s Isle.
“YEOOOHHHH…” Nicolai screeched like a cat in heat and threw his gloved fist up in the air. True metalers formed a circle pit, running into one another, arms up, the looks on their faces, pure aggression. Others leapt on top of various shoulders, attempting to surf closer to the stage causing the security guys a lot of headache, but I fucking loved it.
This is what I’ve wanted other than a steady lay I could call my very own. This is my fucking life! This is what every young man dreams about from puberty in mom’s house to grown ass man living in mom’s basement.
I am Corey from the Wretched, and I have arrived!
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark