“How did you know I was in town?” I sip my wine amid sounds of clinking glasses and tinkling laughter from nearby tables. It’s doubtful even alcohol will calm my nerves after the hell Letty and Shades put me through this morning at the grocery. They’re both on shopping restriction after the manager asked them to leave. Apparently, crashing shopping carts like bumper cars, playing hacky sack with feminine hygiene products, and rearranging condom boxes to spell the words “Get fucked” are frowned upon in the more conservative parts of New Orleans. Oh, and demonstrating proper blowjob techniques with a banana, and then using it to simulate how to bugger your boyfriend as he’s bent over the Chiquita stand doesn’t go over well with nuns or parents of young children either. On the bright side, at least Shades kept his pants up this time.
“I stalk Killer Buzz Float’s Facebook page,” Miles confesses. “Keeps me feeling close to you.”
I smile. “You were always such a charmer. Why did we ever divorce?”
“Because my Tab A never properly fit your Slot B?”
“Yeah, but we were good together everywhere outside of bed.”
“No denying that.” Miles tops off my glass. Didn’t realize I’d drained it. I suck down a couple more swallows. He considers me for a long moment and arches a brow. “Rough day?”
“Rough couple of months. At least the tour is over. Now I can move on to adventures in babysitting at the studio.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and notice the napkin in my lap as an afterthought. The children have turned me into a slob even outside the bus. I used to have manners. Now I have a plethora of unexplained stains. God, I’m losing my mind.
“Ah.” He nods knowingly. “I take it you haven’t looked into my suggestion?”
And, here we go. “No.”
Planting his elbows on the table, he folds his hands in front of his mouth. “When are you gonna face the fact that you’re an S-type through and through?”
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The set up: Jillian is watching her band, Killer Buzz Float from the side stage. Lead singer and Chief Executive Fuck-up, Letty Dillinger, is doing everything in her power to make Jillian’s butt cheeks clench. Because … Letty.
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I shake my head and laugh under the roar of the crowd as Letty sidles up next to her man and executes a slide on his bass with her tongue. Jesus. She hoists the mic in the air with her rocker fist and commences head banging. Bright red hair lashes around her. Boobs bounce beneath the too-tight belly shirt. And of course, she can’t resist flashing the guys in the front row. Foot meets monitor; well-placed industrial fan blows skirt straight up. She pretends to be coy, rushing to cover the thong underneath, but she’s learned where the best angle is for ultimate blow-age. Crotch grinding against the breeze gets the audience riled up something fierce.
Letty points at a couple guys in the first row. “I see you perverts checking out my ShamWow and caboose.” Thrust, thrust. Slap! to the ass. Whistles follow. “Can I trust y’all to drive the Letty train to its final destination?”
Oh, shit. She better not—
Her arms part Jesus Christ-style, and she nods to the guys. They nod back eagerly. She takes the Nestea plunge into the audience. My heart catches in my throat, but the fans lift her up and pass her around. The crazy bitch doesn’t miss a beat. As the rest of the band converges on the last chorus, Letty gives the lyrics all she’s got, scream-singing like a Millennial Janis Joplin. Despite the jostling and hands all over her, she kills it. Jinx wraps the song with a mighty drum finale to the tune of Rax’s and Toombs’s dueling guitars, and the fans return Letty to the stage where she hops up unscathed.
So much trust required to give complete control of your body to someone else. I have serious respect for her. Wish I had the balls to let go like that. Maybe one day I’ll find another Siren who’ll show me how to submit unconditionally.
Because, now that the moment with Siren is long past and there’s no chance of getting it back, it’s all I think about. The thrill of relinquishing my body to someone I trust, and allowing her to do whatever the fuck she wants, eats at me every night I lie alone in my bed.
The grass is always greener …
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