Monday, February 24, 2014

Adventures in Indie Girl Con-land

Wow! So this past weekend THIS happened:
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YES! That's me with KENDALL GREY!!! Ahhhh! It made my weekend to get to meet her. And she's really a real person! I have to admit that I thought I would be totally tongue-tied because she's so smart and funny! But you know what? She really is SMART and FUNNY and is also SO NICE!!!

Kendall has currently has two book series available; the Just Breathe trilogy and the Hard Rock Harlots trilogy. The Just Breathe trilogy is about a Marine Biologist that specializes in Whales and a Rock Star and their alternate lives as Elementals in Australia. I haven't read this particular series, but that's only because I am not in a Paranormal/Fantasy mindset for the time being. I do plan on getting to them soon! And I found the following statement on the Just Breathe website: All profits from the sales of INHALE, EXHALE, and JUST BREATHE are donated to programs that educate people about whales and the challenges they face. How awesome is that?!?!
I have read all three of the Hard Rock Harlots series; STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES. These books follow Letty, Jinx and Rax as the main characters and members of the rock group, Killer Buzz Float as they begin their tour and sign a recording contract. Each book has a totally different voice from the other. That's only part of why I like them so much! It is really hard to tell the difference in the tone of a character when you are reading a series, but Mrs. Grey totally gets that subtlety across. STRINGS is totally Letty's story. And Letty is one balls-to-the-wall, up front and in your face, squirting Bad Ass Rocker. She doesn't make any apologies for being herself and does her best to keep The Rock alive and kicking! STRINGS is a story that follows an Alpha chick in her quest to make her rock and roll dreams come true AND she falls a whole lot in love at the same time. It was so cool to see into the small window of her vulnerability that she allowed us, the readers, to see.

BEATS is, by far, my favorite of the series. Jinx's voice is totally different from Letty's. They've been friends for years and when comparing them, they seem like a Yin and Yang kind of pairing. Whereas Letty is totally comfortable with living her strong personality and sexuality out in the open, Jinx is much more reserved. She is content when sitting behind her drum kit and cranking out the beats for her band members, except when she starts to realize her feelings for Toombs (sigh, Toombs). He is one of the fellow members of their Rock 'n Roll Quintet, Killer Buzz Float. He's the best friend and sub (yep, you read that right - sub) to Rax. Jinx has to overcome her misgivings about being a third and force her way into Alpha position if she wants Toombs...and boy, does she want Toombs! I loved reading the passion between Jinx and Toombs. Not necessarily the super smexy details (oooh boy, that was HOT to read) but the passion and tenderness that surrounds their relationship. They both learn that they each have a strength that they never knew they possessed in themselves until the other brought it out in them. When you read it (because YOU HAVE TO READ IT!!!!), and you get to the scene with the flowers, tell me you do not swoon - I dare you!

NOCTURNES - warning - Google is not your friend. Some things you can never unsee once you've seen them! Rax is your typical, self-absorbed alcoholic guitar playing wannabe Rock God, right? Maybe. Maybe not...it takes a chance encounter with a stripper for us to see what he's really like. What is Rax hiding from us? Who is Rax? Does that tattoo really exist or is it just a legend? Kendall Grey answers those and any other questions you might have about Rax and his band members in Killer Buzz Float in the third and final installment to the Hard Rock Harlots trilogy. I can't say too much about this one without giving it all a way other than this: you hated Rax at the end of BEATS. You not only love him at the end of NOCTURNES, you want to cuddle him to sleep and stroke his hair!

Please, peoples, believe me when I say that Kendall Grey's Hard Rock Harlots should be on your reading list - BUT - take heed to the disclaimer/warning she gives all of her readers in the synopsis for STRINGS. She's not kidding. This book series is not intended for people that don't have open minds and a firm grasp on their own sexuality. If you find that sexually explicit material is not your cup of tea, then don't drink down these books. They are meant to be fun to read. And if I could figure out to add the links from Amazon for you to purchase them, I totally would have them HERE: meanwhile, here's a picture of me getting some Model Lovin' after winning free books for having blue in my tattoo at Indie Girl Con.




Friday, February 21, 2014

Pssssttt!!!! I'm totally getting to meet Kendall Grey tomorrow! My girl, Sarah, and I are going to be husband and kiddo-free at Indie Girl Con in Charleston, SC tomorrow! If you happen to be attending as well, I'll be the one in cowgirl boots (because they rock.)! Meanwhile, here is an excerpt from the first of the Hard Rock Harlots series, STRINGS....Be sure to read the disclaimer written by the author before you purchase this book because if this excerpt offends you, then you don't have any business reading the rest ( and I am sad for you. But, to each their own!).


“Why the long face?” Bartender Rob tosses a stained white towel over his shoulder and leans across the nicked wood. He rests his meaty elbows in a puddle of liquor leftovers. I eye the spot and manage to keep my tongue in my mouth.
No licking the bar. You’re not drunk enough. Yet.
I do love me some booze, and I’m living off the coins I found in my couch cushions until payday. With a calloused index finger, I stir my vodka martini—the one birthday present I allowed my broke-ass self to buy.
“The short version? My boyfriend left me for Jesus. I’m stuck in a dead-end waitressing job, clogging people’s arteries at Fat Johnny’s Barbeque Shack, making jack shit. I’m earning even less busting ass at the gig I want to be doing.”
The part about my boyfriend is a white lie. He’s really just a guy I was bonking for a while. Technicality. But the rest is one hundred percent truth.
“No one gives a mangy monkey boner about art anymore. Nothing but a bunch of zero-talent sellouts in this fucking town.” I meet Rob’s eyes. “Man, I’m twenty-five today, and I have nothing to show for it.”
Rob straightens. “My mama always said, ‘If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.’”
I shake my head. “Fuck that. I’d rather starve than sell out.”
Yeah, I’m a little rabid about this particular stick-to-your-guns philosophy. Some people find strength in religion. I believe in music, and I defend it with everything I’ve got, even when things don’t go my way.
I played the unfortunate role of a human pinball paddled back and forth between my divorced parents for most of my life. In my darkest moments, solace and light came from listening to my mom’s ’70s cassette tapes. For a few years, music was my only friend. Nobody else understood me. It helped me through the rough patches and gave me motivation to pick up the bass at fourteen.
Even though I haven’t made it yet, music is still the one thing that keeps me steady and sane. You don’t fuck with shit that does you right. Especially when it’s all you’ve got.
I just wish…
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
“Happy fucking birthday,” Rob says.
“Yeah, cheers, asshole.” I raise my glass and swallow the whole drink in three big gulps. Rob snickers and wanders over to a customer waving bills at him from the register.
The guy one seat away from me laughs, so I glance at him. He’s hunched over the bar like he’s guarding his drink, with his head turned toward me. Five o’ clock shadow, pierced eyebrow, dark brown fauxhawk, plugs in his earlobes—not too big, though. He wears a black wool pea coat-looking thing, jeans, and a pair of dark sunglasses.
“Something funny, Shades?” I ask.
“Your boyfriend leaving you for Jesus.” He has kind of a gruff voice. His face is okay, but it’s hard to tell what he really looks like with those glasses covering his most important features. I like his hands, though. They’re rough like mine.
“I knew something was wrong with him when he complained about me asking for anal. What guy doesn’t want anal?” I twirl my empty glass by its long stem. “He was kind of a dick trickle, so it’s not like I miss him or anything. Though the sex was decent. Better than my current prospects.”
Damn, I’m dying for another drink. Maybe just one more. I’m pretty sure I got a couple bucks stuffed in my car’s ashtray for emergencies. I shoot a bird at Rob, who nods.
“Definitely something wrong with a guy who doesn’t want to sodomize his woman.” Shades takes a sip from his glass. A wrist tattoo peeks out from his coat sleeve. I can’t tell what it is.
“Nah, I wanted to sodomize him. He wasn’t on board with the plan. That’s when the Holier Than Thou shit started. ‘Jesus doesn’t approve of butt-fucking.’ Jesus this. Jesus that. What the hell, man? Don’t you think Jesus would want you to be happy? How will you ever be happy if you don’t try new things? Christ, it’s just a dildo up the ass. Loosen the fuck up.”
Shades chokes on his drink, wipes his mouth with a coat sleeve, and laughs. Gorgeous teeth.
A glass slides across the bar from Rob a few feet away. I stop it with my open hand and smile.
Rob grins and saunters over. “I got you this Flaming Armadillo for your birthday, my dear. I hope it fits.” He flicks his lighter and ignites the liquid in the glass. Blue flames dance. I salivate.
“Rob, it’s perfect. You shouldn’t have.”
“You’re welcome.”
I pick up the shot and blow it out. To another year of dream chasing. Maybe this’ll be the one where I finally make it big. “Happy birthday to me.”
Gulp. Down the chute it goes, and I lose five IQ points as the alcohol gets busy with my already precarious brain chemistry. At least somebody’s getting some action.
Shades raises his glass and shoots whatever he’s drinking. “Did you make a wish?”
I’m not telling my real wish. That shit won’t come true if you spill it. Instead, I say, “All I want for my birthday is to get fucked unconscious with no strings attached.” Not a lie.
“What a coincidence. I’ve got a big dick, a bar tab, and the local cab company’s number on speed dial.” The guy’s eyes bore into me from behind the dark lenses, and I have a momentary lapse in vaginal secretion control.
Clean up on aisle twelve, stat!
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Buy links for STRINGS:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/12xqfiM
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Strings-Hard-Rock-Harlots-Kendall-ebook/dp/B00CGC6CP2/
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/strings-kendall-grey/1115160266
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/strings-5
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/308365
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/strings/id639324449
Signed paperbacks: http://www.kendallgrey.com/?page_id=4666