I had a visit from my sexy mate/ muse Kincaid, lead singer of Kings Neglect, last night. Continue reading
Just plowed this intense and cool story of Jinx and Toombs!!! Itʻs now 6:37am and I have to catch a few hours sleep before work. I loved the human insights, the rip your – face – off intensity of Toombs, who could put more meaning into a barely raised brow than most men can with a Shakespearean soliloquy… Iʻm mad for this book in the best possible way. Kendall gave it to me raw and I fucking loved every minute of it!!! Iʻll write more of an actual review later, I’ve gota crash right now, lusting after Toombs but oddly sated ;P
#TOOMBS #TEAMTOOMBS #bookboyfriend #drummergirlhitsitharder
I like Jinx, she is the opposite of Letty, her band mate, in many ways. Where Letty is brash and bluster, Jinx is reserved and thoughtful of everything going on around her. She may not light up a room like Letty but her slow burn intensity and laser like focus on what she wants, Toombs and the great back beats of the upcoming album, make her a show stopper nonetheless. She cares about her friends, her family and herself. She goes after what she wants with determination but doesn’t destroy everyone and everything to get where she wants to be. I love this book the best of the 3 but it’s my Toombs bias and also the fact that I read this one first as it was gifted to me for my birthday. I have recommended it to co workers (at the library) and have gifted the series to six friends so far. It is not everyone’s shot of absinthe with a double vodka chaser. The warnings placed at the start of each book in this series are legit and not just to garner attention. If you have to check urban dictionary for some of the acronyms mentioned in the warning disclaimer then you should probably stay away from this series, it is hard core, it is niche, and filthy good writing. There is a lot of erotica on Amazon, much of it not worth the the time and effort of the whispernet delivery. The Hard Rock Harlots series gives it to you with both barrels and doesn’t relent, makes no quibbling apologies for its rawness, and has its readers in thrall forevermore because of this ballsiness. Long live The Rock, those who make it, those who love it, and those who live and die for it.
I hate Rax Wrathbone. If I was to meet him I would punch him in the throat and then in the cock. I would probably kick him a few times as he hit the ground. Having said that, I love this book, this series, this author. I would recommend this series and have recommended it to co workers (at the library) and have gifted the series to six friends so far. It is not everyone’s shot of absinthe with a vodka double chaser. The warnings placed at the start of each book in this series are legit and not just to garner attention. If you have to check urban dictionary for some of the acronyms mentioned in the warning disclaimer then you should probably stay away from this series, it is hard core, it is niche, and filthy good writing. There is a lot of erotica on Amazon, much of it not worth the the time and effort of the whispernet delivery. Hard Rock Harlots series delivers believable characters, steamy hot sex scenes that will melt your kindle, hot book boyfriends you wish were real, sexy and strong women who may not be perfect but make the best of what they are and do so without apology. If you are not into the rock and roll lifestyle and all the debauchery it entails then this series is not for you. If you love your fictional sex kinkier than a cheap garden hose then this series with its memorable characters, emulatory sex scenes, and heartbreakingly good plotlines then Strings, Beats, and Nocturnes are for you. You may like Rax the main man of Nocturnes. I don’t, but if he could take a couple of (deserved) hits from me for being a less than savoury character then I would shake his hand and take him to the pub. I would end up dancing on the table with his hot girlfriend, Eve, and all would be right with the world.
grouse! Gifted it to six mates at the start of Dec 2013 (to coincide with the Nocturnes release date)
I love strong women who may not have all the answers and get kicked in the teeth by life more than once but pull themselves up by their bootstraps and soldier on. Let’s face it, life is pretty much a gutpunch for most people, most of the time. The little things must be made sacred, the only glue that holds our souls together sometimes is formed of small opportunities. Letty Dillinger, main moll of this novel, tries to embrace the small moments when they present themselves. She is funny, a great friend, sexy, loyal, strong, and honest. I would definitely go out drinking with her to see what kind of crazy adventures we could have. I love this book, this series, this author. I have recommended it to co workers (at the library) and have gifted the series to six friends so far. It is not everyone’s shot of absinthe with a double vodka chaser. The warnings placed at the start of each book in this series are legit and not just to garner attention. If you have to check urban dictionary for some of the acronyms mentioned in the warning disclaimer then you should probably stay away from this series, it is hard core, it is niche, and filthy good writing. There is a lot of erotica on Amazon, much of it not worth the the time and effort of the whispernet delivery. This series delivers on plot, characters, and dirty, hot sex scenes. The Hard Rock Harlots series is not for the faint of heart or those who want to judge the choices that others make and can live with. It is an intense, pornagraphically intimate view of life on the road in a band in your carefree, hedonistic, twenties. And thank the rock gods for that!
Sooooo…. my characters haven’t been talking to me for the last three or so weeks. I’d had a gutful of not being able to write anything from any point of view, whether the main characters or the secondaries. Not so much a writer’s block, it may have been that Ive been too busy editing what I’ve written thus far, working, and carrying on like a pork chop with drunken shenanigans at ice hockey, pubs, and numerous parties/ nightclubs. To remedy this, I packed the manuscript off to my beta/editor/ partner in crime, Neeny Boucher. She can give my characters a good, stern talking to (or a kicking if they need it) and I can have a breather. Of course, once I had sent the MS off, they want to talk to me… Kincaid (pictured above) was rather miffed I was spending time with/ wanted to bone another hawt spunk from a band (Toombs from Beats by Kendall Grey). He wasn’t as bad as Caleb who it turns out, can be a bit of a sooky la la… He said he “felt like a five year old who had been packed off to boarding school by a cold, uncaring parent. Not a cool school like Hogwarts, either.” His actual words to me while I was taking a shower this morning before trotting off to work (again). While I was busy serving the reading public at the library I had to deal with Kincaid in the bargaining phase of his denial. He was making all sorts of lusciously filthy innuendos as I helped customers and it took a fair amount of control to not lose it while on the library floor. Thank Keanu for the chute room that I could sneak off and sit in front of the air conditioner and cool down. Outrageous!!!
Been a bit busy editing the first novel in the series. Also reached the first 100 Likes on my writer Facebook page. All very exciting. Posted a wee snippet to celebrate this milestone. Have a squiz here: https://www.facebook.com/txxwitika?fref=ts
Been busy writing and editing novel. Kicking around ideas in my head for prospective thesis chapters. Rough research on a few subjects that may go on to be articles for submission to journals. Moved house again. That’s only three times in ten months, not even close to my PB.
Want to say that I bit the bullet and had surgery but it feels more like I swallowed the fucking gun. Or wish I had/ could. Trying hard to stay sane/ focused and not kill self/ others because of bedridden cabin fever but it would seem most days this is a Herculean task. Tonight it was fraught with triple layers of vodka, anger and a consuming sense of delayed abandonement.
I’m left to guess what I did/ said/ typed/ thought wrong. There were auditions held and it would seem that I did not fulfil the role of _________. And so I was eventually replaced by someone who could live up to the encoded notions of nostalgia, distorted perceptions and projections for the future. Turns out I’m not ready to be cast in that kind of supporting role and I didnʻt even get to throw my hat in the ring. Nevermind. Iʻm sure Iʻll live just long enough to see someone else shine in the role of a life time. Oh the sticky, conceited irony.
On the upside I may have a job coming up. Training will possibly start in June. I will do what I am best at: bury myself in ʻbusyʻ work and not come up for oxygen, even when Iʻm blue in th face. Zang!
That’s my soul, howling because it’s trapped in the wrong place/space/time. It’s not cute (like this meme), it’s juggling live katana whilst tiptoeing through land mine infested tulip fields. I was busy for several weeks working on my novel every day and getting other little pieces of writing done. With the help of a vexatious laptop production has ceased. The circling sharks of ennui and miasmic thought processes can smell the iron(y) rich taint of fresh blood in the pathetic paddling pool that is my current mortal existence…