Hello to all the peeps. BL here again with
another awesome post but today I’m turning it over to sweet sis Rawiya to speak
about the Reluctant Groupie series which just launched on Friday. It's a
collection of books bot het and m/m, about interactions between fans and their
favorite musicians. This first one is near and dear to our
hearts as our protagonist is a woman in her forties, young at heart with a
crush on the guitarist from fictional band, Blood Reign. Here she is to tell
you more!
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Hello readers!
As BL said, the first book in the Reluctant
Groupie series is called One Shot. It's about a woman, in her early forties
who's in lust with the guitarist from the band Blood Reign. She's a
photographer, single, lives alone in the upbeat neighborhood of Wicker Park in
Chicago. She's ambitious, fun loving, and is a coffeeholic!
In actuality, I wrote this character based
on a close friend. Much like I Like Em Pretty, my protagonist is an older woman who's still looking for Mr.
Right. Unfortunately, not a lot of books in romance feature older women who've
established themselves in their careers and aren't married so, I decided to
make this story for women her age. Women who aren't cougars but are searching
for a man, their age or abouts, also looking for the right person to spend the
rest of their days with.
In this story, Del Vanz is also in his
forties and single. He's a recovering addict, a dog lover, and tightly wound!
All business, no play. His band mates and tour manager give him grief but he
attributes his personality to being lonely.
Both my characters have seen one another in
the past and unfortunately, something stood in the way of getting them
together. Now though, Blood Reign is returning back to Evie's hometown and she
has one shot to make that connection with Del Vanz work. Will she? You'll have
to read to find out!
I'm actually happy with the way the book
turned out and I'm looking to do a sequel with Del and Evie in the next book in
the series. For now though, enjoy my new release on Amazon
ARe and Smashwords!
Blurb:
Coffee fanatic, Evie Langston has
taken great shots of rock stars in her life and none has intrigued her like the
picture she took of star guitarist Del Vanz of the heavy metal band, Blood
Reign. Evie is more than interested in finding out more about the mystery man
behind the makeup but can’t get over being intimidated and afraid of
rejection.
Tightly wound but a dog lover, Del Vanz,
Blood Reign’s head axeman, never saw such a beautiful lady in the pit taking
pictures and he wants to know more. However, he’s not sure how she’d accept his
career choice. If so, would she be interested in the man behind the white
paint?
Excerpt:
Chapter One
“Evie…Evie…snap out of it, will ya?” Macy
snapped her fingers in front of Evie’s face while they lunched at their
favorite restaurant in Wicker Park. “Look girl, you’re gonna have to do
something about that obsession you got with guitar boy or let it go. Geez, you
been like a fucking zombie the last couple of weeks.”
Evie shook her head and adjusted her black
rimmed glasses. “I know…I−” She bit her lip and hesitated. “I dunno what to do,
Mace. What if he’s got a girlfriend, or he may be gay…”
“I seriously doubt that last one.” Macy
stabbed her steak and cut a piece off the side. “You’ll never find out unless
you try, Evie. Sitting here thinking about the picture or staring him down
won’t do you a bit of good.” Macy placed the meat between her lips.
“Yeah, I know…damnit!” Evie clenched her
fist tightly and pushed her plate away.
“Girl you got it bad. Real bad when you’re
not touching food from Alberta’s.” Macy finished her meal and wiped her mouth
with the cloth napkin on her lap. She leaned into her friend and gripped her
shoulder. “Look babe, I’ve never known you to be so scared to go after what you
want. Why now, toots? Why you clamming up for this guy?”
“Because,” Evie began and crossed her arms
over her chest. Her shoulders tensed. “This isn’t just any man. This is Del
Vanz from Blood Reign.”
“He’s a man, not a god,” Macy countered.
“I know but…geez, Mace, I don’t know. I
just don’t feel like being rejected again. You remember the last time I tried
to date someone in the music scene and how he turned out to be such a dick.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tommy from Distillery. I
know.” Macy rolled her eyes and clicked her teeth. “What a fucking asshole.”
“Total ass,” she agreed. “I’m tired of
giving my heart out to guys and getting little or nothing in return. I’m too
old for this crap, Mace. I wanna get settled, have babies−”
“Now?” Macy’s eyes widened in shock. “I
mean, don’t ya think we’re a little too old for kids now, honey?”
“I want at least one by somebody. You found
Prince Charming, why can’t I?”
“Yeah well…” Macy grinned to herself and
patted Evie’s shoulder. “We were lucky, Evie. I wasn’t even looking and well, he
just kind of popped up. And besides that, we’re okay with the fact we didn’t
have kids. More time for us.”
“Okay, why hasn’t mine just kind of popped
up?” Evie drew up her lips.
“Dunno, sweets. You’re attractive, funny,
and creative. I mean, I been praying to the deities for ya, Evie, but they
aren’t listening.”
“Obviously.” Evie lay back in her chair and
sulked. “There’s gotta be someone out there for me…”
Macy interrupted. “And perhaps it’s Del,
but the only way you’ll find out is by trying. I swear girl, you’re gonna run
yourself crazy, thinking about him and not doing anything about it.”
“But but…”
“No buts, girl. You took the shot for the
concert in Indianapolis and now his band is coming back for three shows in
Chicago after playing this fucked-up tour schedule.”
“Yeah…” Evie glanced away from her friend a
moment and thought back to the glorious night in Indianapolis at the Metal55
venue. Blood Reign, Sacred Heart, and Dying Wish played a tribute show there
and Evie had full access to shoot for the night.
* * * *
In the pit in front of the stage, Evie
adjusted her camera to get a couple of more shots of the bass player before she
moved to the other side. She moved past a rival photographer whom she’d always
thought had it in for her anyway.
Little bitch.
She harrumphed and sprinted away just in
time to avoid a would-be crowd surfer being lifted from the crowd. Evie gulped
hard and knelt down in front of the godlike figure standing before her.
Jesus, he’s so beautiful.
Again, she turned the lens of her camera
and aimed it at him. Seemingly, he took notice of Evie and stomped to the edge,
whipping his long black locks in front of her, keeping in rhythm to the beat.
God… he is…
She perused through her camera; her heart
thumped in her chest. Fuck! He looked dead at her, through the red contacts,
smiling, licking the top of his red pouty lips. Holy hell! He gave good shot
just for her and she enjoyed every minute of it. She flashed horns and stood
there mesmerized by his beauty, wondering about the man behind the makeup. Evie
shook her head and propped her camera up once more, just in time to get a money
shot, one she knew would be a hot picture for the paper.
Damn, I gotta keep this for myself.
No way would she give this particular one
away to the Times. She’d keep it for her own personal collection and stare at
it for days to come.
Evie nodded at him and gave Del the thumbs
up. He in turn acknowledged her and grinned. Jesus what a hottie. If only…
* * * *
"Evie…Evie…God you need to stop zoning out
like that, girl!” Macy clapped her hands to break the spell, causing a few
patrons to look around and snicker.
“Sorry…” Evie batted her eyelashes and
leaned back in her chair again. Damn she needed to do something about this. But
what? Del won’t be interested! What if he turns out to be an ass like the other
guy? “I’m sorry I wasn’t good lunch company today.”
“Yeah you made me look like a pig, eating
my food all alone.” Macy opened her purse and pulled out some cash.
Evie held out her hand. “No, let me at least
pay for the meal,” she sighed. “Damn, I’m a mess. I can’t get this man out of
my head but I don’t wanna try going after him.”
“I don’t know why, Evie. Since when have
you let a failed attempt at a relationship stop you?”
“Now, Mace. I’m getting too old for this
shit.” She tossed some money on the table and pouted like a petulant child.
“Yeah, but nothing will change unless you
get out there and do something about it. Mister Right won’t just come banging
on your door and holding a ring on a fluffy velvet pillow.”
“Why not?” Evie shook her head and twirled
her red curls around her fingers. “Why can’t it be that easy? Isn’t that
essentially what happened with you?”
“Nope. It just kind of happened but not
without effort on his part and mine. We saw a connection and went for it.
That’s what you have to do. See if the man’s interested and if he isn’t, move
on to the next one.”
Evie crossed her legs and nibbled on her
bottom lip, thinking about the hot guitarist again. “That’s just it, Mace. I
don’t wanna move on to the next one. I want it to work. I wanna settle down and
not have to worry about finding someone anymore.”
“Well, you won’t get to that point without
talking to him, Evie. If you want him that bad, you should make the first move.
See what he’s about. How will you know if you don’t go for it? You got three
days, woman. Take advantage.”
Three days.
Three days, Evie thought, to muster up the
confidence to talk with this man, this larger than life rocker who most likely
had a girlfriend, or maybe several. Why couldn’t he be the one to make the
move? Is he even interested in me?
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 Blog and blogs
on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info,
please visit, Erotica With Snark RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer
in the BLRawiya duo. She loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles
other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her
work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. She
blogs regularly at Wicked
Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiya's
blog on Wordpress.
Thanks for the great post, Rawiya! The new story sounds great! ~ Blak Rayne
As always, ty for having the muses on Blak!
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