London Saint James has joined us today for an interview...
It’s All About the Book…
My current release is titled, Every Single
Part of You.
Here’s the blurb:
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.
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 just 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 Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: 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.
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 just 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 Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: 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.
v What is
this book’s genre? Is this the genre you
usually write in? Are there any genre’s
you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
v What
inspired you to write this book?
I was
inspired during an author to author chat where we talked about rockers, bands,
hot bad boy musicians. That conversation sparked the idea of writing a series
of books about a metal band. A touring metal band. And so, Cinder was born!
v How did
you pick its title? Did it come first or
did you have to write the story first?
I picked the title first, however I knew the
title would be tied into the book by a song written by Eryk and Cross about
Sara.
v How did
you create your characters? Did you use
any real life people in their making?
No real life people, sorry. However, I did
use photos of hot, tattooed men as inspiration for what the characters look
like, or at least as close as I could get to the picture of them in my head.
v Who is
your favorite character of this book and why?
I love all of them, but if I must single one
of them out, it would be Eryk. He holds a special place in my heart because
he’s had some hard things happen in his life.
v What is
your favorite part of this book? Can you
share an excerpt from that part?
I actually have several favorite scenes from Every Single Part of You, but I think
I’ll go with this one. It’s when Sara wakes up on the Cinder tour bus.
The sensation of bright sunlight trickled
through my closed eyelids and clicked around inside my sleep-muddled brain. What in the heck? Had Briar forgotten to
close the curtains last night before she wandered to bed?
“Bri,” I mumbled, reaching for the arm draped
over my side, “curtains.”
My fingers rested on a thick wrist. I inched
my forefinger through crisp hair. Hey.
Something rock-hard poked into my lower stomach. And my backside.
I popped one eye open, gasped, and sat up,
knocking two heavy limbs from my body on the way. I was in a bed, but not
Briar’s, and the bed was…vibrating?
The distinct humming sound of a running motor
registered.
I glanced over my shoulder. Cross lay next to
me, shirtless and stretching, his black Calvin Klein’s showcasing his morning
erection. If I hadn’t been so freaked out, I would have taken a second to drool
properly, but I tore my gaze off him and to my left.
Eryk peered up at me with squinty, pale eyes
and a hint of a crooked grin. “Too early, Petal.”
Oh
crap, oh crap, oh crap.
“We-we’re moving.” The rushed words flew from
my mouth as my stomach flip-flopped.
Cross’s muscled arm wrapped around me and
tugged me back down. “Hale is a total Grumpy Von Grump-in-Stein if he doesn’t
get at least eight hours of beauty sleep.” His lips, nose, and chin nuzzled
into the nape of my neck. “God, you smell good. Now, wiggle that fine ass into
me and chillax.”
“Chillax?”
I hit the octave of panicked shrill. Eryk tugged the pillow out from under his
head and pressed it over his ear. “I’m still on your tour bus.”
Cross yanked my bottom into his stiff package,
spooning me. “Much better.”
I huffed, “It’s daylight.”
His hand meandered up my bare stomach. “Mm-hm.”
I was topless, wearing my white bra and
panties. I remembered my blouse coming off while I made out with them on their
couch, but what happened to my capris? I nudged Cross with my elbow. “Are you
listening to me?”
“Huh?”
“Cross! I’m supposed to be at Briar’s.” Oh God. Briar. “Where’s Briar?”
“Home, I imagine.”
I swallowed. Hard. “Home?”
“Mm,”
he mumbled.
I tried to sit up again, but Cross held firm,
and Eryk’s leg slid between mine. Sandwiched. Between two hot men.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. “I c-can’t
be here. On your bus. In bed with you guys. Cuddling.”
The bedroom door burst open, causing a
startled squeak to press past my lips as I tried unsuccessfully to curl into a
ball to hide.
Fade grinned down at us. “Wakey, wakey, eggs
and bakey!”
v What was
the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
I lucked out when writing this book, because
it all just flowed. Something that doesn’t always happen, but when it does my
characters and I are all happy. So, I didn’t really have a hard part on this
one. *Smiles*
v Did you
have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
Not necessarily a quirk specific
to writing, Every Single Part of You, but I do have to stop every so often when
I’m writing and read back what I’ve written out loud so I can hear it.
v Is this a
stand-alone book or is it part of a series?
If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be
released?
This is a series, Cinder Unchained Chaos
Tour. What will be coming next will be considered book 1.5. The title is,
Forever Yours and will be a novella length book that will focus once again on
Eryk, Sara, and Cross. Book 2 will be novel length and it’s Fade’s story.
***
Every Single Part
of You
Cinder, Book 1
Unchained Chaos Tour
Written by London
Saint James
Narrated by La
Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers
Listening time: 7
hrs and 56 mins
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage,
Rockers
Please Note: This book contains mature
themes, includes explicit language and sexual
scenes.
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 just 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 Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: 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.
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Excerpt:
Briar
and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed
bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were
being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel
outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke
rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our
close vantage point.
Leaning
into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking
awesome?”
“It
is,” I agreed.
“You
two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar
turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are
you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell
yes.”
She
flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
“Bri,”
I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic,
but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In
front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a
“Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
“Oh
my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically
jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the
process. “This is it, babe.”
An
unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of
rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple
LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire,
followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real
flames and sparks
shot into the air
as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from
above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
The
crowd went wild.
“That’s
Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
I
looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark
hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong
jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
A
huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom
went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band
came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two
more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together,
leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored
sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead
guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm
guitarist.”
The
two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed
together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last
guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad
gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one
going left, the other right.
Beside
me, Briar wolf-whistled.
“Shit,
yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend,
never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
With
a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in
the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long
hair swishing about her face.
The
vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that
looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which
he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of
singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the
penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members
of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know
much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross
ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck,
fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs
as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure
emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty,
sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I
pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god,
focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the
gutter.
Focus on something else.
I
watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to
the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their
current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the
duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were
doing some killer cardio.
When
the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly
voice.
The
crowd went berserk.
I had the pleasure of being able to do an 'Author Chat' with the two people who made this audiobook happen and brought all my colorful characters to life; La Petite Mort & Ruby Rivers.
Direct
Link to the author chat: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/lsj-author-chat-with-la-petite-mort-ruby-rivers
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us about London
I
love: Coca-Cola, anything chocolate, reading, writing, singing, dancing,
movies, listening to thunder storms, watching it rain, the mountains, the
ocean, orchids, great smiles, and guys with brooding eyes and great scowls. Oh.
I should probably mention I write erotic romance (mostly) although I have one
or two sweet romances bopping around out there in the great big world of
published books.
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