Cover reveal: ACE by Lyra Parish
ACE a Band of Brothers novel by Lyra Parish
Coming
September 1, 2015
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by Letitia at RBA
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Synopsis
My name is Ace and I'm the Ace of Spades.
I'm not nice and I misbehave.
I will be your nightmare.
I will be your dream.
I will have you begging for more of me with
each scream.
The truth is in my lyrics.
Uncontrollably controlled.
I bleed many things one being Rock
& Roll.
I don't date or make love, I fuck real
hard.
Did you know the ace of spades is
considered the death card?
Love doesn't exist in my world, it never
did.
Love won't exist in my world; it's
something I forbid.
My name is Ace and I'm the Ace of Spades.
Proceed with caution, because I'm sharp
like a blade.
The Band of Brothers novels are
full length and will follow each brother in the band. They can be read together
or separately.
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Except of Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: this is subject to change.
Tonight
I would fuck the blonde in the front row. The set was nearing the end and I
could feel her gaze peeling off every piece of my clothing. I liked when a
woman knew what she wanted.
Blue and green lights flashed over the
stage then washed across the crowd. When we made eye contact again, her tongue
traced the outside of her plump bottom lip and at that moment I knew she was
DTF. Her being down to fuck made this so much easier but
then again, being the lead singer of the Band of Brothers made panties magically
melt. I'd be her fantasy for the night.
This tour wasn't like the others because
this time everyone wanted a piece of us as if our success happened overnight.
But we earned every fucking opportunity we had. I would say given but that's
bullshit. My brothers and I worked hard for every small and large success we
had because that's our nature. We were raised to not take shit for granted and
to work hard. Being assholes just came naturally but we knew to give respect
where respect was due.
Each show from Florida to California, all
the way to New York was sold out and that felt incredible.
The drums beat on as I screamed out the
next few lyrics. "I won't let the world decide. I'll die before that
happens." The drums stopped and the distortion was cut leaving a melodic
strum of Nicolas's guitar.
The lights faded when walked off stage
leaving the crowd to themselves. Ian, Nicolas, and Liam had huge smiles
covering their faces as they chugged the water the technicians handed us. This
would never get old. Moments like this were the ones we lived and worked for.
Once the chanting and clapping started, the four of us walked back onstage and
gave the fans what they wanted, an encore.
Green and yellow lights flashed over the
crowd and smoke hovered at the bottom of the stage. We played three more songs
and the people sang and swayed to the lyrics and music. Some jumped up and
down, feeling the full beat of the drums while others banged their heads. The
feeling of having thousands of people chanting my words would never become real.
More often than not, I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to
wake from.
During the last song, I pointed to the
blonde who continued to visually rip my clothes off with every little blink she
took. By the way she was dressed in a tight pink shirt and little bitty skirt,
I knew she wanted to be seen. She could have possibly had this night planned
from the beginning. Randomly, I chose a few others from the crowd to join us,
to dance in front of our audience, to feel the temporary power. It was
something I did every show, every tour. It was a habit of sorts.
Security helped the girls climb on the
stage and they shook their asses in those little pieces of material that were
supposed to be skirts. It always made women feel special when they were with
the band, and I loved giving them just a little taste.
A person doesn't fully understand
performing live until they have had the opportunity to look out past the stage
lights and see the people. Before the song ended, the technicians led the girls'
side stage as cannons of confetti shot from the floor. Different colored pieces
of paper glittered everywhere. When the final song ended, my brothers and I
walked side stage where girls anxiously waited us. I smiled, popping an eyebrow
at my chosen woman for the night, and she instantly came to me. I wrapped my
arm around her shoulder and hers hung on my waist. My brothers stopped in the
green room with the other girls, but Blondie and I walked to the bus.
"I'm Lindsey," she whispered in
my ear before we reached the end of the hallway. I smiled at her and pushed
open the exit door. Groupies and fans waited near the bus and as soon as we
walked up they rushed it.
"I'll be out in a bit," I said,
smiling at them with pearly whites. "My brothers are coming out that door
over there. Really soon."
I hated to out their exit strategy, but I
wanted to take my time burying my dick deep inside Misty or Christy or whatever
the fuck her name was. It didn't matter. Names never did.
Author Bio
Lyra Parish loves to write, glamp, and sing
obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories
(along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person
can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever afters. When she
isn't busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her
non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her
bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing hubby and black
cat named Nibbler.
Lyra's Links
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Amazon: http://bit.ly/LyraAmazon
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