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For those of you who follow this blog, are part of my FB group, or subscribe to my newsletter, than you'll probably recall the co-writing project that myself and author Lynn Burke were working on the, Every Single Part of You which is the first in a rocker series, Cinder and their Unchained Chaos Tour. Well, I'm saddened to say Lynn had to back out of the project, and she's missed. But, even though I was sad for her to go, I understand her reasons why. *Hugs* Lynn.
You know what they say. The show must go on. Which means I'll be doing this first book and the rest of the series with just me, myself, and I.
Since I've been in rock god mode with the guys in Cinder, I figured I'd share from that WIP. I hope you enjoy this unedited excerpt with
Cross de Raven
and Eryk Hale
Every Single Part of You blurb:
Sara: As the daughter of senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch her petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me.
Cross: Our choices are rarely cut and dry, and sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again. Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
Here's a taste from Every Single Part of You:
Another surge of impending sickness rolled through my belly. The good girl with the squeaky-clean image, who always stood by her father’s side, had been busted playing a rigorous game of tonsil hockey with the lead guitarist of a metal band like some common floozy.
With my mind caught up in the scandal which was sure to hit like a tsunami, I hadn’t even noticed the open door to Cinder’s tour bus until Cross tugged me up the few stairs leading into what appeared to be a living area. The dimly lit interior was covered in black leather, gleaming marble, dark woods, and stainless steel.
“Wow,” I said, glancing around the space. The bus rivaled many of the five star hotels I’d stayed in. “This is really nice.”
“Yeah, well, it’s our home away from home,” he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.
“You guys are on the road a lot?”
He nodded. “This portion of our U.S. and Canadian tour will run for almost year.”
I’m sure my eyes widened. “A year?”
“Yep. We’ll have a few small breaks here and there between shows.”
I ran my hand over the arm of one of the couches, and glanced past a kitchen and down a hall that was lined with inset bunks on either side.
Feeling weary to the bone, I asked, “Do you mind if I sit down?”
“Of course not.” Cross patted next to where my palm rested. I took a seat, sinking into the cool, soft as butter leather. “Can I get you something?” he asked. “We’ve got beer, and—”
I waved dismissively. “No more beer.”
Briar came bounding onto the bus, Eryk bringing up the rear. “Awesome digs,” she said, gawking. She did a one-eighty, taking it all in before she came to where I was seated and plopped down next to me, making herself at home. She pursed her lips, hazel eyes assessing. “You okay, babe?”
“I’m not really sure.”
She swiped her hand across my crinkled brow. “The reporter got tossed, but not before the straps of his Nikon gave way and his camera…”—she made a gesture, fingers flowering out from a fist—“went boom.”
“Oh my God, Bri. You didn’t smash it did you?”
She shook her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Nope. Security broke up the slap-down I was giving him, and in the tussle, they broke it.”
I wrapped my arms around my bestie and gave her a hug. “You don’t need to go kicking butt on my behalf.”
She squeezed me back. “I know I don’t have to.”
“But I love that you do,” I admitted. She chuckled. “I love you, Bri.”
“Aw…,” she cooed. “I love you, too Pooh-bear.”
When we let go of each other, I glanced up to see both Cross and Eryk. They were leaning their backsides against a cabinet, arms crossed, smiling at us.
“Well,” Briar said, “the night can’t end yet. I still need a certain someone’s autograph.” She tapped her right boob.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go get your signature.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
I shook my head. “I’d rather not.”
She glanced up at our two muscled spectators. “Is it cool if Sara hangs here for a while?”
“Yep,” Eryk said.
Briar looked at me. “Will you be okay here?”
She gave Cross and Eryk the squinty-eye. “You’ll make sure she is, right?”
“We will,” said Cross.
Briar cupped her mouth and whispered in my ear, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She laughed, jumped up from the couch, and put a hand on her hip. “You good?”
“I am,” I said.
Evidently, whatever she saw on my face convinced her. Briar’s gaze flickered over to Cross and Eryk, who were still watching us as though amused. “You guys wouldn’t have a pen I could borrow, would you?”
Eryk chuckled under his breath, half-turned, pulled out a drawer, snagged a pen, and tossed it to her.
“Thanks,” she said, giving him a salute with it. “You take good care of my girl while I’m gone.”
She blew Cross a kiss, and with a swish of her hips she disappeared.
Shaking his head, Cross came over to sit beside me. “Interesting friend you’ve got there.”
“No doubt,” Eryk said, claiming a seat on my right.
“I know she can be a little over the top and outspoken, but that’s what I love about her.”
“How did you two meet?” Eryk asked. “You’re so…different.”
I knew what he meant. She was bold and carefree. I was, well…wasn’t.
“We went to grade school together,” I answered. “And, her father is the minister of the church where my father and I attend.”
One dark brow rose on Cross’s handsome face. “Briar’s a PK?”
I nodded. “She is. A preacher’s kid whose father believed firmly in spare the rod and spoil the child.” I paused, working my bottom lip over with my teeth. Briar’s life story wasn’t mine to tell.
“That must have sucked,” Eryk said, surprising me by cupping my cheek in his hand.
Heat inched its way up my torso. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It pretty much did.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, his pinky finger tracing the curve of my jaw.
“Do you have any idea how damn beautiful you are, Sara?”
Cross swept my hair aside.
“Um…No,” I answered honestly. I mean, I knew I wasn’t ugly. People usually referred to me as cute, sweet-looking, pretty, but no one, not even my father had ever called me beautiful.
“Eryk’s right.” Cross’s breath bathed the side of my neck which he’d exposed. “You’re stunningly beautiful.”
“For what?” He placed a kiss right below the hollow of my ear.
I shuddered. “For the compliment,” I replied with more breath than tone.
The vibration of his low chortle struck—a flashpoint of sensation. “You’re welcome.”
“Sara?” Eryk called. I gave him my attention. His dropped to my mouth. “I want to taste those lips.”
I stared, rather blankly I’m sure, losing myself in him.
“May I?” He penetrated me with his eyes. “Taste them?”
Cross nibbled a path along the column of my neck, persuading a moan from me. Eryk’s eyes flashed at the sound. He leaned forward and… Oh God. He traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
My nipples pebbled. An empty, needy ache started throbbing between my legs. Unsure, I pressed them together.
“Sugar sweet,” said Eryk. He started nipping and sucking on my lips. “Open for me, petal.”
I so did, feeling his tongue slip inside my mouth.
I whimpered. He groaned.
Cross held me, arm banded around my waist as Eryk’s tongue slowly and masterfully danced with mine. He tasted tangy, like he’d consumed citrus with a hint of mint. And beyond that, something purely male.
When his mouth moved, Cross’s hand came to my jaw, turning my head to the side. His lips pressed to mine. With an expulsion of breath, his tongue slid home. His kiss, deeper, harder, more probing than Eryk’s, was already familiar.
I don’t know whose, but hands ran though my hair, tickled down my sides, before passing me off to Eryk who wasted no time taking my mouth again in a lulling, almost drugging kiss. One of my palms rested on Cross’s hard thigh, the other on Eryk’s bent knee for support.
The three of us were making out.
The knowledge seeped past the fire and lust consuming me and twirled around inside my head. I was on the couch, inside the Cinder tour bus, kissing Cross de Raven and Eryk Hale.
“My turn,” Cross said, turning my head toward him again—his mouth smashing down on mine.
“Mmm….” The strangled sound vibrated in my chest.
“Hell,” Eryk said. “Whatever you did, do it again, Cross. I could fuckin’ drown in that needy sound.”
Cross took me deep with his tongue, and I mewed my pleasure.
“That’s it.” Eryk nuzzled my neck. “That’s the sound.”
The small part of my brain still working became aware fingers worked the buttons of my blouse free. Material peeled down my arms and pooled at my wrists. Cool air struck my overheated skin. Cross’s firm lips left mine and blazed a trail along my collar bone. I’d never before experienced the all-consuming want coursing through me. It was exciting. Intoxicating.
My head fell back.
“Hold her, Eryk.”
The sensation of being turned and pulled against Eryk’s chest registered—his big hands cupping my lacy C-cups as Cross mouthed the swell of my heaving cleavage.
Eryk sucked on my earlobe. I shivered.
“Move your hands, Eryk, and tug that lace aside.”
“Would you like that, petal?” The vibration of his voice buzzing the shell of my ear shot straight to my core. “To have Cross’s mouth on your lush tits, sucking on your straining nipples?”
“Oh God,” I muttered, trembling in Eryk’s arms
With my answer, Eryk yanked both cups of my bra aside, popping my nipples free. “Damn,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “You’re perfect.”
“Fuck yeah, she is.” Cross’s breath puffed over my exposed flesh. “Candy pink.”
“Touch me,” I heard myself plead.
Cross glanced up, his dark eyes glittering in the light, and flicked one taut peak with the tip of his tongue. “Here?”
“Aah…Yes,” I cried out and arched into him.
“That’s it,” Cross encouraged. “We want to hear how we make you feel.”
Eryk’s hand offered up my right breast, and Cross took it, sucking me into his warm mouth.
“Not God, angel. Cross.”
This was wrong, so wrong, but I craved how the two men made me feel. And I wanted more.
I craned my neck back, giving Eryk my mouth. Without hesitation, he took what I offered.
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