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Read the Wretched Tales and Hirah Blaze

Here are the blurbs and links down below

The Wretched Tales

From Book One – After years of playing in bands that didn’t make a splash, Corey Patrick has finally achieved his dream. He is the new bassist for the popular heavy metal group, The Wretched.

Only one problem, he’s pansexual, and believes that outing himself will destroy his new opportunity. Will that happen or will his new bandmates accept the fact he’s queer?

Experience this young man’s adventures, sexual or otherwise, on this wild ride we know as heavy metal stardom.

This the first collection of stories for The Wretched Tales. Books must be read in order.

Hirah Blaze 1

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?

Hirah Blaze 2

Blurb: This man had me.
Oh God, he had me in a freaking tizzy. 
I want Chad.
I want Chad Stephenson.
I want him in my bed.
I want him now before we go on this stage.
Oh shit.
I am such a goner. 
I am off the deep end now.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I’m supposed to be all about fucking world domination with my guitar, not obsessing over my hotter-than-hell bass player.

It’s show time for The Wretched. We’re about to go on tour and I’m stoked to be onstage in front of thousands. However, I can’t get a certain someone off my mind. Hot bassist, Chad Stephenson has become my crack and I’m happily addicted. 
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!

Hirah Blaze 3

Hirah – I’m about ready to stake my claim to superstardom and I want to bring Chad with me. At this stage, we’re all about making The Wretched better as a tandem, and having some fun along the way. Still, Chad doesn’t appear ready to move forward and this is pissing me the hell off. This was why I’d refused to commit to anyone because of shit like this. How can we be metals new power couple if Chad was slamming on the brakes?

Chad – For the last few months, Hirah and I have rode the merry go round between bandmates and friends. Our fellow members had done everything to throw us together, and even with those moments, we had yet to take full advantage. 

Despite the attraction to her, I still can’t get a certain somebody out of my mind. And, I know if I want something real with Hirah, I need to forget about it. A hard thing to do when it feels so damn good, but I know if I want her, I need to drop that other piece or I’ll lose the chance of being Hirah’s soulmate. 

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?

This is the final book in the Hirah Blaze Series. All books must be read in order


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?

Excerpt

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?


Back in Black!

shutterstock_8294326 Hey folks. Yeah, I know its been more than a minute. Longer than we wanted, but hey, here we are just as we said we would be. *cues music and dances*   

So many things went on while this blog was on hiatus. I mean, the world went nuts. A bigot rises in the political polls, we lose, Lemmy, David Bowie, and Prince. So much BS, but hey, at least we still have metal.

*smiles*

Good thing too because who can put up with all this shit without metal music? We need that to let out some of that aggression. And once again, I’m here to share some of my faves.

Even better, The Wretched Tales are ready to go again. Remember BL said she was writing books for Hirah? Yep, well they’e coming into fruition and they should be ready by June or the latest July. Believe you me I’m ready to hear Hirah’s story so she can give the female perspective of what’s new with The Wretched. Nicolai is still up to his old tricks and we have new band members. Chad, for one has a crush on Hirah, but does she feel the same about him? Add into the mix, Renee’s jealous about Hirah not giving her the same attention, Troy trying his  best to get back in my pants, and my boy Brian still coming to grips with his sexuality.

A lot to explain in these books, but we’re gonna have fun. I guarantee it will be a blast. Now watch for the covers, coming in another post!

 


The Wretched News – New Excerpt RATED R

shutterstock_8294326  Okay, so I admit, we’ve been making you wait a long ass fucking time for the last installments! Yes, *pokes BL and Sharita*

So, we’re gonna post a little here as a teaser, yep and hopefully if the cover Goddess bestows us with a cover, the full 3.1 will be out by the end of the week!

Sound good?

Awesomeness

This one is by BL and co-author Kym Reed

 

 

“Sometimes what you really need/Isn’t truly what you truly desire.”

 The lyrics from Burnt Ash’s Unhealthy Habit rang prophetically in my head while I shoved Nicolai’s ass out of the elevator.  

“Yeah well, I need you Trey, but you’re busy hugging up your woman.”

“What’s that stud?” Nicolai quickly turned around.

“Nothin,” I growled as I shoved him ahead of me. “Keep walking, asshole!”

Just the thought of Trey’s refusal made me sick to my stomach. The man I called myself falling for dropped me like yesterday’s bad trash and now I had to make nice with Nicolai to keep my career intact.

Too bad we aren’t outside.

Nah he ain’t worth it.

Despite my horniness, I hated the wicked sonofabitch in front of me just as much as I desired him. Forcing him off the roof of this hotel would be satisfying, but it would stir up another set of problems my feeble psyche wasn’t prepared to deal with.

Fucker.

Frustration raging through me, I plucked the keycard from my pocket.

“Hurry up Corey. We gotta show to play tonight and I wanna make sure we get to spend the rest of afternoon all alone.”

I could hear Nicolai’s smug smile through his voice. Man, I hated ending up with the shorter end of the stick.

Literally.

“Yeah, yeah.” I kneed his hip and pushed him inside my room.

“Damn, you’re a grumpy bottom,” he joked and slid the black leather jacket from his shoulders. Once he had it off, he stood there with a look of fierce hunger in his eyes I couldn’t ignore.

Damn this cocky asshole!

Yeah, it didn’t matter that I was hurting inside from being rejected by Trey and gloated over by Nicolai. I still wanted to fuck him like there was no tomorrow and since we had the moment, I’d get that chance.

“Who the fuck said I was bottoming?” Horny and pissed as hell, I snatched my t-shirt from up over my head and tossed it aside. “I may be the sorry one, but your ass is mine right now bitch.”

Nicolai’s chuckle was nasty, seductive and went straight to my dick. “Who the fuck you callin’ bitch?”

“I don’t see anyone else in here and from what I recall, I’m the one calling the shots.”

Fucking cocksucker!

“Not now you aren’t.” I unbuckled my pants, slid them downwards and kicked them off with my shoes. Before he could say another word, I took two steps towards him and shoved him roughly on the bed. I pinned him to the mattress with my body and crushed his lips against mine. Right now, I lusted after Nicolai and wanted his ass wrapped around my cock.

He‘s long overdue for the ass reaming of his life and I was just the man to give it to him.

Shit, I’m one crazy motherfucker!

Just to catch my breath, I stopped kissing Nicolai. I inhaled sharply and pushed my hair out of my face.

To make a point about my control, I forced his hands over his head. “And who’s in charge again?”

Lips swollen and staring back at me with glassy-eyed lust, Nicolai groaned, his body pretty much already mine. “Fucking hell, Corey Patrick. Damn you’re like a bad drug, ya know? I guess−”

“No, no, no guess. Who’s in charge, Nicolai Zander?”

“You, alright? We’ll play you’re little game, but don’t get any ideas thinking this shit’s permanent.”

I cocked an eyebrow and flashed him a sly grin. “Whatever. Now get the fuck out of these clothes unless you want me to rip them off you.”

It took no time at all to get my hot lead singer butt naked, and I didn’t even need to stop kissing him to do it. I practically cut off his breathing while rubbing the head of my cock against his.

Holy shit, the contact of our dicks rubbing together was like being zapped by lightning. He arched up into me, moaning like the slut he truly was.

Letting go of his lips with a loud pop, I smacked his chest hard and twisted his nipple with one hand, while I slid the other downward to work and squeezed his nutsack.

“Oh shit, Corey. Damn, damn, baby. More…”

I did it again, roughly caressing his jewels and stroking his shaft. I laughed dirtily, the thrill of having Nicolai dancing to my tune for once. It was heady shit, having him under my control. And though I was excited that Nicolai was hard as nails, I had to impale his ass first.

One good fuck deserves another!

We would be going there later on tonight but for this moment, I was gonna fuck my lead singer into the goddamn mattress.

While continuing to turn his nipple like a radio dial, I spat in my other hand, rubbing some of my saliva between my fingertips. While kissing his lips, I plunged one finger inside of his ass.

Holy fuck he was so damn tight.

I really didn’t think his pucker would be so damn snug knowing he liked Renee to ream him with a strap on, but man I had to experience this. I also needed to make him see I wouldn’t be treated like his personal bitch. If this shit, this, whatever you call it was to work, we’d be on equal ground.  Versatile. Switchers. Or else we wouldn’t be doing anything at all.

No question I liked being a sub from time to time, but I relished being in control a whole lot more. Especially with Nicolai.

“You gonna do it or what, stud,” he demanded, challenging me, goading me. “Make it hurt too. None of that weak shit!”

Fuck I loved that.

Yeah, I loved being called stud by my favorite dickwad and Nicolai talking dirty was the added bonus.

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna hurt motherfucker.” I removed one then shoved four in with no warning. “I’ll make damn sure of that.”

“Oh shit, yeah Corey. Gimme that cock!” Nicolai’s eyes rolled up in his head and he clawed my back, adding even more fuel to the fire.

“Fuck!” It hurt like hell, cause he was so fuckin’ tight, but I loved it nonetheless. Yeah the guy pissed me off all kind of ways, but I wanted Nicolai to help me forget about Trey. Not completely, but at least enough to quell the sting.

I locked my lips with his again as I removed my fingers from him. I wanted the asshole but not enough to bareback it with him. I tore the foil quickly and rolled the latex on my dick. I sucked in a breath as the pain surged from my balls to my groin. I grabbed the lube, squeezing a little on my fingers to further prep Nicolai’s ass for my assault. Oh yeah, this would be fun. A whole helluva lot too. The only thing missing was Renee and Hirah watching us from the side, tangling tongues and pussys.

Fuck yeah. I could see that shit. And hell, since Hirah and Renee were both into me, surely we could surely make that a fucking reality.

“Shit, Corey. Get in me!”

“You’re the fucking bossy bottom aren’t cha?” I slid my fingers out and positioned my cock at his entrance. I shifted just enough to be comfortable and in less than a second, plunged my cock into the bowels of hell because being with Nicolai was nothing like heaven. Nevertheless, I wanted that sweet dose of hell wrapped around my shaft.

“Fuck, stud. Like that, babe. Harder!” Nicolai writhed underneath me and clenched his thighs tightly around my waist.

“Oh yeah!” I threw my head back and slammed into his body repeatedly, rocking the bed against the wall. I had no idea if anyone was close by or on the other side. Actually, I didn’t give a flying fuck if anyone was around to hear us. You wanna know why? Maybe I’ll tell you later because I can’t get all philosophical while fucking someone into next week.

“Sweet Satan, hot damn. Get that shit, baby!”

Amused, I couldn’t help but chuckle between gasps for air. Nicolai was such a freaking card. I groaned, pulled his legs atop my shoulders, and leaned in close looking into his blueish greens. I wiped his sweat and mine from his forehead. “Damn… Nicolai.”

Nicolai opened his eyes and grabbed a handful of my hair. “Yeah, just like that. C’mon down here and give me those lips.”

Shit.

A part of me wanted to do that while the other wanted to wrap my fucking hands around his neck. Though that asphyxiation shit was sexy, I didn’t have the balls nor the training to try it, so suffocating him with my mouth was the only option.

I fucked his mouth as hard as I fucked his oh my God so tight and hot chute, plunging my tongue down his throat while I continued to pummel his ass into the cheap mattress.

Adrenaline filled me, sending electric shocks from my brain to every part of my body. It wasn’t like it was with… er, what’s his name, but it was damn near close.

Could I accept being the third in the Renee/Nicolai relationship and not think about being with anyone else long term?

For now I would because my heart had been broken into a million pieces just a couple of hours ago. As Hirah said, who needed commitment at such a fucking early age? I like fucking men, women, transsexuals, drag queens, and everyone in between. I could get laid quite a bit and not have to worry about the emotional bullshit that comes along with love.

Why should I put myself in that position again? Not when I had one of metals’ finest in my corner. As fucktard said, I had a promising career, money, and fame. And now, I got Nicolai and Renee to grace my bed some nights and anyone else who comes my way to fill in the gaps.

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Yeah, hope you enjoyed that. More to come later on!


Wretched 2.4 is OUT NOW

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Hey dudes and dudettes

Just in time for the weekend

The Wretched Tales 2.4 is OUT!

*fist pump*

A nice little surprise at the end for you, and as usual a cliffhanger

Enjoy!

Smashwords

ARe


Official Release of Sex Type Thing

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Greetings dudes and dudettes

The official release of Sex Type Thing is today!

*pumps fists*

BL’s raunchy story is up at ARe and Amazon

and today only, you can get a 50% rebate on all Triad Literary Titles

Link


Rockin Reviews – One Night Stand with The Rockstar *SPOILERS*

1  I’m not just any rockstar…I am the rockstar…

 Blurb: Welcome to world of billionaire rockstar, Alex Slader…

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Just one night.
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That’s all Jessica Harpmae is looking for when she gets a chance to meet billionaire rockstar, Alex Slader.
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Just one night.
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Alex Slader isn’t just a rockstar, he is the rockstar… a complicated man, a suffering man, a man who savers life through submission. And when he meets innocent Jessica, listening to her generic questions about his band and his life, his mind travels elsewhere… he wants Jessica.
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Just one night.
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Jessica must confront her deepest sexual desires and fears as she stares at the most powerful and sexiest rockstar in the world. Add to that her seemingly innocent roommate, Carrie, who is secretly locked into a sexual contract of her own, and Jessica’s life soon becomes a twisted mix of reality, fantasy, and past memories that place her in Alex Slader’s bed and heart…
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But, remember, it’s only a one night stand…

 The quote before the blurb is what stuck out in my mind the most. THE Rockstar, Alex Slader explaining to journalist Jessica Harpmae why he’s the only one that matters. Man, this dude and Nicolai need to be best buddies. Conceited much? However, much like my fearless leader’s douchelike attitude, I found Alex’s swagger to be very sexy. He’s over the top, exactly the way a lot of lead singers are who think they’re the shit. And Alex has more than just adoring fans, he has money, lots of it, owning hotels, buying the damn venue he plays in just so he can play when he wants.

The author wrote this books as if she were describing a hybrid of Prince and Trent Reznor. Both, who think they are the stars regardless and like Prince, Alex plays a show when he feels like it. The ticket says 8pm, he plays at 2am. Alex’s dribble is Trent like. He has this dark aura about him that demands people’s attention and like many, Jessica herself cannot get away.

I loved the way the book was written. There’s lots of sexual tension between the characters and they are well defined in each chapter. The only thing that bothered me was, not that much of a physical description of Alex. I remember the author talking about his cock and I think he had long black hair with muscles. Sorry, I like to see my rock star, much like Olivia Cunning did in her book. Owen left such an impression on Shar, she named her next character Owen. *laughs* Despite the lack of showing Alex, we’re reminded just how creepy and sexy he is in each page. So kudos for the author on that.

Another thing I have a problem with is the side story. I know this author wants you to read book 2, which we will, this weekend but I don’t like Jessica’s friend, Carrie. Hey, I like good girls who are actually bad just like anyone but I found myself passing by Carrie’s story to get back to Jessica. She had me with just the two of them but adding Carrie and her douche boyfriend John did nothing for me. Still, me and Shar will be reading book two to find out what happened to Jessica in the meantime. Will she go on tour with him and give up her life at the magazine?

We shall see. In the meantime, I give this one a solid 3.5 horns.

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