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The Wretched

The Wretched Tales on Amazon!

The Wretched Tales are all on Amazon!

These are all the free stories, but in volume form. 

Check it out here

The Wretched on Smashwords Only


Due to the sudden closure at All Romance ebooks, you can only get

The Wretched at Smashwords now.

I’m in the process of deleting all the links to ARe on all sites, so if you’re still interested in the Wretched, please go to Smashwords. I am looking at other places to have it downloaded, but for now, they are all there.

And don’t forget Hirah, Book 1 is on Kindle Unlimited on Amazon!

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New Release – Blazing Trails with Hirah Blaze Book 1

hirah1 Well, Hirah is finally out for sale. It actually was up on Saturday, but instead we’ll call today the official release day to hear Hirah’s side of The Wretched Tales story. Hirah is fucking entertaining. Almost as fun as me …

*Hirah kicks Corey’s leg*

OWWW! Fuck, that’s smarts. She’s a fiesty one too, as you’ll see in the books.

It’s only available at Amazon now for 2.99 so go grab it. Tell all your friends who downloaded The Wretched Tales for Free on Smashwords, that they can read Hirah’s story now.

Blurb: If you want somethin’ real bad, you gotta work harder than everyone else.

My grandma was right about that. I did want to be the best damn guitarist. Not the best female guitarist or the best black female guitarist. The best fucking guitarist on the planet. Although Sarge and Diabolical Plan had given me the initial opportunity to show off my chops, I couldn’t be what I wanted to be with my ex-boyfriend steering the ship. I had to be the captain of my destiny. I had to be the one taking the lead.

Five months into it and I’m still pinching myself over this. Me, the little black goth girl from Milwaukee, along with Corey, Bryan Taylor, Nicolai Zander and the new guy on bass named Chad Stephenson.

Have I mentioned that Chad is hot as hell?

More about that later.

This is a spinoff of The Wretched Tales with new guitarist Hirah Blaze. She’s kicking ass and taking names, looking to become the metal world’s newest guitar goddess, but will she get sidetracked by The Wretched’s gorgeous new bass player?


With Jimi Hendrix blasting in my ears, I peered out the window of the black Mercedes limousine, watching the tall buildings go by. For a small-town girl like me, these things were a rarity. Sure, Milwaukee had a few skyscrapers, but nothing like downtown Los Angeles, where the smog was thick and the hot bodies were aplenty. Truthfully, I liked the latter a lot better. That was one thing I missed about living in the Midwest. There was no heavy smog unless I went to Chicago. Clean air is good for the lungs and the soul.

Despite this, I was happy as hell to be here in Los Angeles to further my new career with The Wretched. I had just rented a new apartment, not too far from Corey and his boyfriend, Spescha.

When I told my grandma, she was proud I’d achieved so much in a short amount of time, doing what I loved. I reminded her of what she’d told me, and then added that there was some luck involved. Of course, I didn’t get here just based on my looks or even my stellar axe work. If I hadn’t met Renee, Nicolai and Corey, it might’ve taken me a lot longer to achieve some success. There was much more to do, but this chance was a huge stepping stone.

“Hirah, hey, we’re almost there.”

Chad’s country twang disturbed me from my thoughts and I shook my head to get me out of the fog. Chad and I were on our way to a radio interview, another rare thing to do these days. It was a dream to talk with a top personality about the band. Nicolai and Corey agreed that since we were the newbies, we needed to learn how to handle the press.

In all honesty, I believed it was their feeble attempt to push us together. Why those two decided to play metal matchmaker was anyone’s guess. Okay, so maybe a quick-and-dirty roll in a limo wouldn’t be a bad thing, but I really needed to stay focused. And even though we knew a little about each other, I wasn’t sure if Chad would be cool with me liking men and women.

Sometimes together.

For all I knew, he might turn out like my ex-boyfriend Sarge, who wasn’t into bisexuality. I never quite got that, since he liked to wear pantyhose and makeup every so often. Another reason why they say you can’t tell a book by its cover. Outside of that little peccadillo, Sarge was so damn hetero, he didn’t even want other chicks in bed with us. Go figure. I thought that was every red-blooded straight guy’s ultimate fantasy. Unfortunately, he also wanted that “C” thing and I loved my freedom too much. As I’ve said, relationships in bands do not work.

Okay, Fleetwood Mac notwithstanding.

I mean, there were so many hot people out there, especially in L.A. Fanboys and girls had been throwing game my way, and I couldn’t help but take notice. When I let the world know I was bi in an interview with Kick Ass e-zine, most of my fan emails included phone numbers and pictures, as well as offers to join them and their significant others. I relished all of the attention and at some point I might partake, but for now I still had so much to process and having anything more than little flings in my life would be a distraction.

Preparing to go, I turned off my iPod and pulled the plugs out of my ears. I glanced at my fellow bandmate and flashed him a wide smile. “You know you’re doing most of the talking, right?”

Chad swiped his pierced tongue over his top lip and grinned in response. His nose ring gleamed from sunlight shining through the roof of the car. Chad removed his Ray-Bans, revealing his beautiful light blue eyes. He raked his fingers through long blondish brown locks with a hint of purple on the ends. “I am? Why, when you got such a beautiful voice that everyone wants to hear.”

Jesus Christ, that voice!

What did I say about not getting involved with a bandmate?

Hirah’s New Covers

All right folks.

As promised, here are Hirah’s new covers!

Woohoo! Isn’t she gorgeous?

I know you see it. If I wasn’t so much into my man, I’d bang her.

Oh, that’s right, I already did!

And my man did too!

Ahem, okay well, yeah, here they are and look for them in June/July!

The Wretched 3.3 and 3.4 Are UP!


WT34The Wretched 3.3 and 3.4

are uploaded on ARe and Smashwords

Here are the links








The complete Volume three will be up soon with another story inside

and we’ll be putting all 3 in print with a couple of surprises thrown in!

What’s next for Metalrotica?



So, with The Wretched in the books you might be wondering what’s next for me and the Metalrotica brand. Well, that’s easy. There are still stories to be written for that douche Allen, one of which BL’s co-author decided to suggest, Brian needs a lover, and we need to tell the full story of Nicolai and Renee as well as Psychotica, Spescha, and me. And don’t forget Hirah who will be next on the docket for The Wretched Tales. She’s going to tell more about us from her point of view in Blazing Trails, Stories from Hirah Blaze. Also there will be a paperback for The Wretched with some stories called What Ifs. These are a small collection of shorts featuring characters from the Tales with different scenarios than what actually happened.

They’ll be free, no worries there.

And don’t forget about the Reluctant Groupie and Metalerotique. We have some stories for that as well along with another set of stories for 2 more fictional bands.

So stay tuned to this space to find out more!

Sneak Peek at The Wretched 3.3

WT33   Okay kids, blame Shar for this snippet being like 2 weeks late. I mean, who told you to have so many damn muses!


Anyways, here is a little bit, unedited form the next episode. What am I up to now?

After we left the “Purple One’s” town, the band had a couple of days off before embarking on a stretch of eight gigs in nine nights before we headed to California. During those days off, I spent my time with Spescha having lots of catch-up and make-up sex.

Leaving Minneapolis for North Dakota was quite the change in scenery. I mean from big city to fucking small houses and farms was a shock to this eastern born and bred Yankee dude. Still I was looking forward to some sightseeing with Spescha on my arm. In Psychotica, we never got perks like this and with things so fucking topsy-turvy right now, who knew if the two of us would get this chance again.

I didn’t bother hanging around the rest of The Wretched or for that matter, the other bands because I needed time to gather strength to deal with the shit ahead. I knew they’d all have something to say when the pictures and/or videos of Spescha and me sharing a kiss or holding hands started surfacing. So far though, no one tried all that hard to get at me so maybe it wasn’t a big deal after all.

It wasn’t as if I wanted to get with any of them when I had my main man guarding my back.

As for the fans, I’d already seen some of the metal community’s varying reactions to my supposed “change”. Pictures posted with comments on various metal boards as well as our F-book page ranged from “who gives a flying fuck if he’s a fag he can play” to “jeebus not another Rob Halford” made me snicker. It was rather goddamn funny why a bunch of supposedly straight guys were so obsessed with who I fucked.  The way I looked at it, my being out of the hetero gene pool (not really but why explain pansexuality to those losers anyway) left more hot metal girls for them to get at.

Speaking of metal girls…well who knew they could be so, you know? Freaky? Raunchy? They seemed like totally turned-on by the fact that me and Spescha were an item.  In fact, Spesch showed me some band fiction site where chicks wrote all kinds of stories, mainly sex stories, about their favorite bands. Man, all I can say is I’ll never look at Lars and James in quite the same way again. Who the fuck knew chicks even fantasized about stuff like hardcore bondage and fisting? Talk about an education.

And the stories about me and Spescha? All I had to say was “thank you”. He and I had even more inspiration to get and stay naked.

Overall, it seemed everyone’s feelings were mixed which I guess was a good thing. The true test would be once I formally told the world that I was pansexual.

Interestingly, the dude who runs our band pages on social media said the negativity had been fairly low. He mentioned the amount of views and likes spiking in record numbers. Could it be The Wretched was gaining more popularity because of my sexuality?

To be honest, I didn’t really care all that much because I’ve learned a lot since the beginning of this tour. Number one being the fact that I drove stick had nothing to do with the fact that I was still one of the best up and coming bassists in metal (not my words but I’ll take ‘em). Number two, I finally figured out what mattered, and Spescha mattered to me.

Being the attention whore he was, Nicolai was probably trying to figure out some way to use our increase in popularity to his advantage. Knowing that smug little bastard, he was probably telling people it was his idea that I came out.

Regardless of what plans he had in place, mine would trump his by a thousand.

How you say?

Two words.

Deborah Meyer.

Yep, I bet you didn’t think you’d hear that name again did you? My favorite, hard to get, sexy chocolate journalist was going to help me bring Nicolai to his fucking knees.

Yes my friends, as I told ya, I got a fucking plan.

Oh and you might be interested to know that Amadeus and I made our peace before we left Minneapolis. After my run in with Brian, the three of us—me, Spescha and Ama—had a nice long talk (after I threatened to send him to hell a lot sooner than he planned that is) and he apologized for selling my soul to the devil.

And not the one he wanted to follow either.

During our conversation, Amadeus admitted something most of us already knew. Nicolai was a ruthless motherfucker who needed to be put in his place as soon as possible. And though Amadeus was now on our side, as it were, that didn’t mean I was ready to trust him with my diabolically flawless plan.

I’m sure you’re all just dying to know what it is, right?

*rubs hands together*

Yeah, I’m sure you do but I’m thinking it would be more fun for you to watch it unfold. So get your freaking popcorn and pop a squat. It’s gonna be quite a ride!

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Okay, first draft on this one is done. Now we’re about to finish up with the grand finale!

Shar doesn’t want to release it until 3.4 is done, so, we might be waiting a bit. Here’s hoping Nicolai gives her a clue as to what he wants because she can’t figure it out right now. Damn sneaky bastard!