Saturday, December 26, 2015

Spotlight: The Gangster’s Kiss by Ginger Ring

The Gangster’s Kiss by Ginger Ring

John O’Malley’s sister is missing. All the clues of her disappearance lead to Hayward County, Wisconsin and the crooks and questionable sheriff that reside there. Pretending to be one of them, John takes a job as bodyguard for the sheriff’s beautiful sister, Grace. It seems like the perfect way to investigate their crimes and corruption, but when someone threatens to kill Grace, the job proves harder than he thought. Is she an innocent witness to a crime, or just as guilty as everyone else?

Grace Sullivan just wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.

The hair rose on the back of his neck. He licked his lips and smirked. She was spying on him. Her silhouette outlined a second floor window. A slight breeze nudged the curtain now and then to reveal the color of her nightgown. It looked to be a pretty, pale pink or peach shade of satin and lace. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. Her name suited her. She was as elegant and graceful as a dancer he’d once seen.
Eryn had dragged him, kicking and screaming, to a play. The dancer’s arms and legs swayed with the music. The vision in his mind didn’t compare to Grace though. She was one of a kind. A woman way out of his league.
His bare feet sunk in the thick grass as he crossed the yard to sit on the bench in front of the barn. No doubt she was following him with her lovely blue eyes. He had moved into the living quarters above the garage. The heat in the small room was stifling. Way too many thoughts circled in his head, and he couldn’t get any sleep.
Babysitting the sheriff’s sister was not part of the plan. Mickey had found out that Eryn was somewhere in the Hayward County area and he figured working for the sheriff, the man that he was told, knew everything that was happening in his jurisdiction. Was Grace knowledgeable about things like her brother or just an innocent bystander? He had yet to find out. At least she was a pretty thing. Pretty? She was a doll.

Ginger Ring is an eclectic, hat-loving Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn't tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.

Other Books from Ginger Ring

The Gangster’s Woman

Red Roses Black Orchids

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Spotlight: Maid For his Submission by Eryn Black

Maid For his Submission 
by Eryn Black

“Let’s begin with removing your clothes.”
Anna had stepped into Mr Richard’s dark world in search of financial freedom, but in her mysterious employer him she found so much more.
A college student nearing her mid twenties and dependent on her parent’s charity, Tosh has answered a job advertisement for a live in maid. Dressed and armed with a duster she quickly discovers that her new handsome employer is the owner of an exclusive sex club in Los Angeles catering to the kinky desires of the rich and powerful. Dressed in latex and leather will Tosh be able to resist his dark seduction or will she be his maid eager to submit.

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“Its not much to look at now,” came a deep voice from behind Tosh. “… But once on, most hate to advance out of their first uniforms.”
Pulling her hand from the black sack, she turned to find the source of the voice. There, leaning on the doorframe was a tall, dark and buff man deliciously dressed in Armani. He stood at about six foot even with his lean and she guessed another three inches taller when up right. His eyes were chocolate and his hair was black to match his suit, all of which made his ivory complexion glow. There was no blemish or freckle to be seen. He was perfection dressed in designer Italian.
“Pardon?” Distracted from what she saw, every word he had spoken fled from her mind.
Biting the corner of his lower lip his eyes scaled her body. They were not the friendly playful eyes she had seen in Mr. Thomas, this man was cold and calculating and there was something about him that ran a chill under her skin.
“I said it would be best for you to begin with removing your clothes,” he instructed.
Stunned by his directness, Tosh wrapped her arms about herself. He was not making a suggestion or asking anything, but had commanded her to remove her clothes.
“Would you like it better if I ripped them from you?”
‘… Like a lion would rip meat from a bone,’ she thought.
He stood straight and took two threatening steps toward her. The mirrored wall blocked her single retreating step and she was the pray caught for his dinner.
He cleared their distance with only three more strides and had her hair wrapped around his hand behind her head before Tosh thought to escape. Pulling her head back, he leaned in to her exposed neck and took in her scent in one long whiff.
“Dose anything you wear have any value?” he asked, and was answered with a staggered nod of ‘No’.
His lips cracked with a crooked grin. Tosh searched for the fangs she had expected, but they were nothing more than pearly white perfection.
“Good. All the more fun for me.”
There was no warning in what he did next. Releasing her hair, he spun her around to face the mirror pulling, her back into his chest and cradled her neck in one arm. It was more like an aggressive sexual dance rather than a uniform fitting.
Pulling his knife from his pants pocket, a quick flick of the blade and the fabric broke free and fell open, exposing her common shaped breast and plain white bra.
’Perhaps’ she thought to herself. ‘I should have listened to myself this morning and gone for the adventurous black lace.’
“How disappointing.” He said running the flat side of the blade over the humps of her breast. The cold metal kissed her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. “And I had hoped there would be a bit of a naughty school girl underneath instead of the stiff virgin.” He sounded less playful and more upset with her. Before she could pull away in defense, he cut the bra away in three slices and her breasts fell free.
Tosh’s thighs began to throb with every dominating cut of his blade and she could feel the growing wetness of her desire. Mortified that she would be so turned on by what he did, Tosh prayed that her desires would not be so obvious.
“You can always stop me.” Looking into the mirror his eyes captured her and held her stare. “In fact that is the only freedom you have here… I don’t know if we have room for a Postulant on our staff anyway.” He dared her with his eyes roamed over her body one last time before he pulled his knife back and pushed her away from him. “You will receive compensation for the top and bra.” Dismissing Tosh, he made for the door. “I only hope you use better judgment when replacing them.”
“I don’t need to replace them.”  Her voice struggled to find its way out. “I need a job.” Her need was suddenly more than freedom from her folks, but a need for him. He was a walking, dominating drug and with a single taste she was hooked. She had to have more of whatever this was he had done to her.
“I promise you Postulant. There is no job for you here.” Standing in the open door way, he showed her his broad strong back.
Taking advantage of the presentation her eyes traveled down his body enjoying what she was able to take in from where his clothes clung to all his muscular curves. His body was a sexual feast and she wanted to be a glutton for the chance to see him naked.
Nakedness and sensuality brought to mind her own exposure. Wrapping her arms over her bare chest, she pleaded one last time.
“Please. I am not as pure as I look and I can dress however you need me to. Besides whatever it is you do here, the only thing you require of me is to clean up and I promise you there is nothing I cannot handle.”
He raised an eyebrow to her tight pose and Tosh realized how weak she must look, trembling in her cradled arms. Crumbling from any protection she felt her defensive pose had given her, Tosh dropped her arms down and rolled her shoulders back. There was no illusion to her lack of confidence, however a determination in her gut told her that if she backed down now she would forever regret it. The cold air in the room bit at her exposed flesh, but she kept her arms tight to her side showing him that she was determined to prove her worthiness. For the first time in her life, Tosh understood the true meaning behind the fantasy word ‘destiny’.
Slowly his breath hissed out with every step he made back to her. Not a word was spoken when he reached into the closet to retrieve one of the black sacks from its hanger and pulled it on over her head. Sheer from seam to seam, Tosh could see his chest slowly rise and fall with his breaths through the black fabric. No doubt, once her head came through the hole at the top she was just as exposed as before. The shear black sack did not conceal her from his scrutiny, but instead of shying away, she stood ready for the next step.
“Perhaps you do a have potential… Postulant?” he critiqued.
Running his strong hands up inside chilled her flesh. Keeping his elbows at her chest, he reached his hands into her sleeves to fluff and puff them out. There was no groping of her body as she had expected and the only sign of anything sexual was his crooked grin and his eyes that nearly chard her flesh.
Agonizing pain shot through her when his fingers found her now sensitive and erect nipples, and pinched them hard. Her knees began to shake from the pain, but the haunting sound of him calling her postulant gave her more of a thrill then the upset it had intended.
          Leaving her sore and tight breasts, his hands continued their journey until he freed her of her lower clothing. She felt nude under her assigned uniform and hoped that there would be more to it than what she now wore. 
“Well, my, my.” Breaking his stone fa├žade to give her his appraisal. “I would have never imagined that you were hiding such a tasty specimen under all those layers.” Cradling her cheek with an open palm, she closed her eyes and melted into his touch. “Perhaps it would be useful to …” Something pulled him away. “No I am sorry.” Dropping his hand from her, Tosh was awakened by the sudden return of his earlier gruff self. “I am sorry, but this is not the place for you.”
He made his way to the door and this time did not pause. Poor Tosh’s head was spinning from his constant back and forth and she had begun to grow tired of his indecision over employability.
“Please! You don’t understand!” She called to him “I need this!” But she did not know what she needed more the job or him. He was her drug and she was hooked after just one taste.
He did not turn when she called out to him but finished with only, “this is not the place for you Postulant. Leave while I still allow it.”
And he was gone.
With a huff, she turned back to her things, but fumbling with the shredded articles her hands shook from a burning need.
“Don’t let him get to you. He never approves of anyone.” The friendly voice came from a busty redhead who now leaned against the same doorframe that the stranger had just left. “You'll get used to him.”
“I wish I had the chance, but I think I was just let go.”
“That?” She shook her head with a smile. “No, that was not an execution, that was only a test.” Lowering her eyes to Tosh’s still erect nipples. “And I see that it had the expected effect?”
Shielding herself behind her folded arms, Tosh turned away only to be confronted by her own reflection in the mirror.

“I think I know a rejection when I see it.” Ashamed at how this all sounded, Tosh jumped to tag on her defence. “Not that I would even consider… well you know… I mean…” a big huff. “… I don’t even know that man. How could I consider such a thing without even knowing his name first? And besides I wouldn’t call that foreplay.”

Other books Eryn Black

The Viscount Returns
Maid for His Submission
Grace’s Arbor
The Perfect Little Bite
Kindred Sacrifice

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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Release Blitz: THE EMERALD KEY by Mark Frederickson & Melora Pineda

Title: The Emerald Key
Author: Mark Frederickson & Melora Pineda
Genre: Middle Grade Adventure
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

Penny and Laci are headed for a mundane summer vacation until a mysterious journal unlocks a portal to another world and they find themselves face to face with a baby dragon. In an attempt to send their new acquisition back to its home, the girls, along with two neighborhood friends, get sucked through to a mythical world.
In this land, they must battle foes seen and unseen, pushing them to both their physical and mental limits. If they fail to stop the powers they’ve unleashed, it could not only destroy this strange world, but also annihilate their home.


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They could hear the deep breaths of the dragon as it passed by the shed. They crouched motionless under the window with their backs pressed against the wall. Not only did they hear it sniffing the ground and the walls, but that familiar methane smell was overwhelming. It rounded the side and approached the woodshed doors.
Buzz mouthed a jumbled Hail Mary while attempting, but failing to make the sign of the cross.
A loud screech in the distance startled them out of their silent formation and Buzz’s haphazard prayer. The dragon pushed off the ground with its massive legs and flew away, back in the direction of the enormous mountain they had seen from the top of the knoll. It turned back once to circle the shed; then as quickly as it arrived, it vanished into the horizon behind the trees.

Mark Frederickson

Mark was born and raised in Southern California. He graduated UC Santa Barbara with a degree in film and has worked in the film industry for years. He has written several screenplays and had a show optioned by MTV. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife Rebecca and his daughter Sara. This is his first novel.

Melora Pineda

After Melora graduated from the UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television, she worked in the television industry for several years before becoming a volunteer at a children’s library. This is her first novel. She currently lives in the Los Angeles area with her husband, daughter, bunny and fish.

Promo Tour & Giveaway: The Starlight Chronicles by Lisa Orchard

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Release Date: January 26, 2016







My name is Lloyd Ledbetter and I am the best lawyer New York criminals can buy. My obsession to detail is their saving grace. I'm focused, determined and one-track minded. Nursing my broken heart for the last few months, I've stayed away from anything that could resemble a relationship.
Until Luke Gunner.
My name is Luke Gunner and I'm the best money launderer criminals can buy. With an IQ reaching the status of genius, I can practically make money without breaking a sweat. I'm fun, independent and a lover of life. Settling down was never a priority especially when I had so many options laid out in front of me.
Until Lloyd Ledbetter.


I am a FBI agent, working undercover within the Petrov Bratva, Russian mob.
Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. The Bratva only has use for the best of the best. You must be lethal, brutal and show no mercy.
For 5 years I've played the part of loyal servant. Never bringing awareness as to my true identity. I am careful.
But one woman could be the downfall to everything I have worked so hard to accomplish. Can I walk away from everything if it means saving her life?


I'm Dillon Warrick.
Ex-Special Forces. I have no memory of what went down on my last deployment, so when the opportunity came to resign my commission and sign up for a new gig I jumped on it.
Now I'm the personal bodyguard for the biggest celebrity on the globe and still living life on the edge.
I'm six feet two inches of blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis, combat-fit body and fully loaded weapon.
My best friend, Graham, thinks I'm running too close to the edge and about to take a fall. And then there's Rachel, my former high school sweetheart turned fuck-buddy. As incredible as she is, I can't commit until I unravel the mystery of what happened on my final mission.


On the surface, country boy Wade is a reckless partier and a player. The word relationship is not in his vocabulary. The feeling is mutual for Laney after being burned by a past relationship. The two meet at a bar, and there is something neither of them can shake about each other once Laney literally falls onto Wade's fit, handsome body.
Wade must repossess Laney's car, and she continues to be a thorn in his side as they set out on an adventure together. Can the two of them see past the surface and bring out the best in one another, or will Wade's bad habits send him back home alone?


Some will call me crazy, but it's simpler than that - when you love someone, walking away is the hardest thing to do.
I've done it - twice - and I refuse to walk away anymore.
I'm Zane Maverick and its third time's a charm where Amelia Abbiati is concerned.
This fight isn't one I'll lose.


My alias is Brixton Holt. Using my real name could get me killed. When the FBI needed a man undercover, I was the perfect candidate. Unattached and an all-around badass. Two years of infiltrating the largest sex trafficking ring in the country, I feel as dirty as the monsters I work for. That is, until she catches my eye. I call her Brandi. Her real name is no longer significant. She knows the rules. Nobody leaves unless it's in a box--a shipping crate or a coffin. My first mistake was following orders. The second? Falling in love.


I lived a simple life. I had my own apartment, a successful restaurant I ran with my sister, and my cat, Prue. I was ignorantly happy.
Until him...
I wasn't looking for anything beyond a place to hide the night I walked into Jamison's tattoo parlor.
By the time I'd left, he'd made an impression on my body...and my mind.
Jamison wasn't easy to get to know. He wouldn't let me get close enough to see who he really was. When he finally did, I was introduced to a world I'd only ever experienced in movies.
It wasn't the life he chose. It's the life he was born into. Leaving it behind meant there would be causalities...I never realized I'd be one.


Savannah's life was on automatic as she still resided in the same sleepy town she grew up in with the same people and the same situations. Then she ran across Troy Bennet, the outsider, who didn't mess around with any of the townie women. Ever.
Until that fateful day, when she learned that her bedroom cravings were not foreign to the brooding man and he was willing to follow-through on his promise.
That was until Savannah found herself in the middle of a shoot-out, only to learn that the sexy Troy was a hired assassin.
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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Noel: A Blue Collar Christmas by J.C. Valentine

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Noel: A Blue Collar Christmas by J.C. Valentine Blue Collar #1.5 
Publication Date: December 23, 2015 

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Synopsis: E.R. nurse Noel Walker knows a thing or two about trauma, but when Officer Hunter Davis ends up as one of her patients, she might be the one in need of a gurney. Despite her attraction, Noel maintains a firm ‘no patients’ policy when it comes to dating, but as a man of the law, Hunter lives by a policy of his own: When he sets his sights on a target, he doesn’t give up until he slaps the cuffs on good and tight.

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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn't sorry. J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor's in English and when she isn't writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.'s newsletter and never miss a thing!

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Blog Tour: Twisted Fate by Rhonda James

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Title: Twisted Fate
Series: Twisted Fate, Book 2
Author: By Rhonda James
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You've heard their story, in My Only Regret, through Rhyann's words. Now, hear it from the man that rocked her world with only the beat of his heart, his sexy words, and the thrust of his hips. Get to know the man behind the pick up lines and hazel eyes. Learn how one night with Rhyann helped turn this bad boy rocker into a devoted husband and father, in spite of the one ex that refuses to let him go, and will stop at nothing to destroy his new found happiness.

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The doorbell chimed a mere three minutes before two o’clock and I took a deep breath before stepping to open the door.  My usual cocky demeanor was nowhere to be found as my brain took in the beauty that now stood before me on my front porch.  This woman rendered me speechless, something no one else on this earth has ever managed to do.  

My eyes met hers, and for a moment we both stood there staring at one another.  This was a woman I had held in my arms.  We’d once kissed so passionately that I could honestly say if that were all we’d shared I would have walked away satisfied.  She’d willingly opened herself to me, offering up not only her body, but also her heart, and without even realizing it I had done the same.  I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she was even more beautiful today than when we met.  Dark jeans were molded to her long legs, and a red low-cut sweater set off her thick mass of pale blonde curls.  My eyes then traveled down to her feet where I found another sexy as hell pair of boots.

“Ryhann, it’s good to see you again.”  I offered up a smile and panic momentarily filled me as I feared she may pass out in front of me.  I watched as she regained her composure and we each took a step toward the other, opening our arms for a brief hug.  In that moment of brief contact I felt her body go rigid beneath me.

Ohh-Kayy, that was awkward.

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Hey everyone it’s Melissa from Alpha Book Club again.  And I’m here to interview the one and only Twisted Fate!!  Hopefully I can make it through this interview without totally fangirling.

So hello there gentlemen!!  So gentlemen for those who don’t know you why don’t you introduce yourselves and the what your role is in the band

So, I’m Jesse Montgomery and I’m the lead singer (he gives a quick wink to me I think I may faint, wow)…..

Tyler Montgomery, I play lead guitar and sing back-up
David Garrison, I play bass and also sing back-up
Sam Cooper, and I’m the drummer extraordinaire (he flashes a big grin and waves at me)

So now that we have that out of the way…...let’s get started

How did this hot ass band start??

(Tyler answers) Well, from the time he was little Jesse was always singing and plucking away on the guitar. The two of us started goofing around one day in the garage and David passed by and heard us. One thing led to another and Sammy came on board and before we knew it we were playing frat parties and local bar gigs. It took a few years before someone finally took notice and gave us our big break, but now here we are.

How do you come up with your songs??  Is there one main songwriter in the group?

Jesse does most of the writing. He’s the best at writing the mushy love songs. (David laughs)

(Jesse takes over speaking) Well, that is true, I do most of the writing. But Tyler wrote a song for his wife, and the guys have collaborated with me on a few of them. For the most part the songs come from personal shit that one of us may be dealing with. But there are songs that just hit me out of the clear blue and I find myself dropping what I’m doing and jotting down the lyrics. I keep pads of paper all around my house and in my car for those creative emergencies.

It’s true, they’re everywhere. (Rhyann chimes in from across the room)

Out of all your songs, which one is your favorite (this is for all of you obviously)

(Jesse answers)That’s a damn good question, and a hard one to narrow down. I love all of our music, but I am a sucker for the ballads. Like, I love the songs my wife inspires (and believe me she inspires a lot of f*@#ing songs). I guess one of my favorites would have to be Letting Go. That one represented a turning point in my life that changed me for the better brought me to where I am today.

For me it would have to be Driving it Home because there’s a kickass drum solo in that one. Jesse wrote it just for me to shine. I love the songs when I get to be center stage for a bit.

Yeah it’s nice to have the spotlight off the pretty boy every once in awhile. (David interrupts - obviously referring to Jesse)

Damn, I don’t know that I have a favorite. I guess if I thought about it long enough I would have to say Give it Up. That one has a hard driving beat and reminds me of the sound we had when we first started playing in the garage. It’s loud and crazy, kinda like Sammy. (he gives Sam a jaunty wink before crossing his tattoo covered arms)

Hands down it’s the song I wrote for Stef, Runaway Train. I’m proud of it for many reasons, but the grammy sitting on my mantel was the icing on the cake. (Tyler smiles shyly while Jesse looks on with great pride in his brother)

What’s the best thing about being in this band?

Being together and living the dream (they answer simultaneously, almost as if they’ve answered this one before)

Do you enjoy being on the road for long periods at a time while touring??

Not at all (Jesse immediately answers). Staying in hotels and eating out all the time grows old. I like sleeping in my own bed, next to my sexy ass wife.

Aww, thanks baby. I like you in our bed too. (Rhyann blows a kiss from across the room)

I don’t really mind it, but then again I don’t have someone at home waiting for me. I like getting to see different parts of the world, but we stay so busy we mostly only see the hotel and the arenas. (Sam replies)

I miss my wife. Stef used to come with me but now that Jesse has the three kids she stays home and helps Rhyann as much as she can.

I’m going to enjoy it while I can because I know that all too soon I will be in the same boat as these two. But I do have a woman that’s making it harder and harder to leave home. (his gaze shifts across the room, landing directly on the beautiful Melonie Taylor)

What about significant others??  Who here has one??  Don’t be shy spill it….

Sam is the only single member of the group, but we’re working on that aren’t we buddy? (David gives Sam a hard jab in the ribs with his elbow)

How do they feel about touring?

I’ve loved touring with the guys over the years. We’ve seen some amazing sights and met some wonderful people along the way. (Stef answers)

I’ve only been on tour once. After J.J. was born they went overseas for three months but I stayed home. I’d love the chance to travel with my husband but three kids makes it hard to do much of anything these days. But I do remember how much fun tour bus sex can be. (Rhyann smiles and gazes longingly over at her sexy husband)

Hey, now there’s an idea. One more place to have uninterrupted sex. Quick, someone call Charlie and have him park the bus in my front yard! (Jesse calls out to no one in particular - prompting everyone to laugh)

Well, I’ve only been on the short U.S. bus tour, but it was a blast. We saw some pretty awesome cities, and ate some delicious food. Though I do remember you two missing out on quite a few of those excursions because you were locked up in your room. It’s no wonder you have three kids, with all the sex you two have. (Mel teases her best friend)

Even better how do they handle the whole groupie thing?

Oh, I hate those f*@#ing groupies! (Rhyann interjects) Some of those women have no regard for the fact that these guys are married with a family.

God, they drive me nuts most of the time, but I know my husband and he knows he’s got it good at home.

That’s right baby, you give it to me good. (Tyler snickers as Stef rolls her eyes at him)

Well, seeing as how I’m not married to David I try to let it all roll off me. But I‘d be lying if I said I didn’t want to skin some of those bitches alive when they touch him.

How do you guys handle the groupies??

Well, a few years back Jesse used to handle them enough for the rest of us. (Sam laughs)

Hey, we don’t talk about those things anymore Sammy, remember? (Rhyann glares at him)

Let’s just say over the past few years we’ve beefed up security so that we don’t have to deal with a lot of that anymore. Fans are great, don’t get us wrong, but there are those few that can turn an innocent autograph into an overtly sexual opportunity in no time flat. (Jesse informs me, and the guys all nod their heads in agreement)

So now the fun questions

Who’s the messiest on the bus?

Jesse. He is always writing music and leaving crumpled pieces of paper and half-empty water bottles lying around. (Tyler offers)

The loudest?

Sammy (they all scream out in unison - including Sam himself)

The laziest?

Tyler (Jesse shouts) It’s because he’s so used to Stef doing everything for him!

Misses home the most?

Hands down that has to be Jesse. He’s got his wife and those adorable little carpet crawlers waiting for him to call every night. (David cuffs Jesse on the shoulder as he says this)

Stays up the latest?

Oh that would totally be David. He stays up watching movies and video chatting all night.

Eats the most?

Sam (Stef chimes in)

Drinks the most?

Tyler and Jesse can put away a lot of booze, especially those first few nights away from home. (David looks at them both and smiles) But it sure makes for some fun nights!

Parties the hardest?

None of us really party all that hard anymore, but Sam probably has the most opportunity to cut loose, so I’m going to say him. (Tyler states)

Yeah, gotta be Sam cause my wife would kill me if I spent my nights out partying while she was home changing diapers. (Jesse quips and David nods his head)

Hooked up with the most fans?

(The guys all look at me in a way that tells me I already know the answer to this question… It has to be Jesse)

For those of you not in a relationship, tell me and all the other ladies interested what you look for in a girl??

(David looks at me and holds up his finger to point at Mel) I’ve already found a woman that rocks my world.

Awww, right back at ya, Bear. (She blows him a bunch of kisses)

Let’s see… (Sam thinks for a moment) First off she has to have a great sense of humor. I love to laugh and be happy. I don’t like girls that play bullshit mind games. I don’t need that shit. Hair color doesn’t matter to me. I just want someone with a good heart that loves my friends like they are her own family. She has to know how to cook, cause I love to eat, as you already know. And she has to love our music. Music is a huge part of my life and if she can’t stand listening to me beating on my drum kit all hours of the night then she’s not going to make the cut.

Where do you see your band in 10 years??

Hopefully still selling out arenas and able to make it through a two hour set without needing a break! (Tyler lets out a snort)

Yeah, what he said, only we’ll be the ones needing a break. He’s going to be old enough to need a walker! (raucous laughter erupts between all the guys - even the girls join in)

Any last words for your fans?  I know they’d love to hear whatever you have to say!!

(Jesse leans in closer to answer) Yeah, we are laying down tracks on the new album and that should be out early next month. We have a U.S. tour coming up next spring and we’d love to see you all there.

Stay tuned for more from us. We’re not done telling our story yet (He gives me a sexy ass wink and I know that he’s referring to the next book in the series. I can’t wait to read it!)

Thanks for the chat boys!!  I look forward to chatting with you again :)

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Rhonda James is an Amazon best-selling romance author who strives to create a book boyfriend for all her readers.  Rhonda is married and lives in Michigan with her family. In her spare time you can find her talking to readers, cooking some new creation in her kitchen, or just spending time with her family.
Some of her guilty pleasures are mastering such things as Twitter and indulging in chocolate, she may do one more than the other.
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