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.
Damn
“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
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