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Book Title: David’s Disaster – Embrace the Fear 2 (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: TL
Travis

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 11,
2022

Genre: MM Rockstar romance

Tropes: Daddy

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.

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For David Jordan life was close to
perfect.

His band, Embrace the Fear,
were living the rock ‘n roll dream as an up-and-coming band under Masterson Management.
They weren’t rolling in the dough like the guys from Social and Maiden were, but things
were good.

Outside of his love life that
was.

David wasn’t a player, unless you
count video games. He grew up in a middle-class family. Both his parents worked and were
supportive of him in every way. To this day they were still head over heels in love with each

other.

The one thing missing from
David’s life was the same kind of connection his parents had.

But David’s needs were a bit
unorthodox and not always welcome with guys closer to his age. Would an older man look
past the number and trust David to take care of them—body and soul?

Jordan Wright has a thriving
business thanks to being awarded the contract to manage the catering for Rocktoberfest for
a second year.

He’s thrilled to be back at the
venue again—maybe this is the year something special will happen, although he’s not
counting on it.

Since Jordan’s last failed attempt
at a relationship, he’s sworn only to engage in meaningless hook-ups.

But Jordan longs for a daddy of
his own.

Will he ever be able to open his
mind, and his heart, again? Enough to trust another man, not only with his body, but to
catch him when he falls.

David’s Disaster is part of the multi-author The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Hot rockstars and the
men who love them, what more could you ask for?

Excerpt

“Guinness in a bottle if you’ve got it?” I didn’t
want to risk someone trying to roofie me, not that I wasn’t down for almost anything though
I preferred to have my wits about me when it came time to perform. Sammie dug one out of
the freezer, popped the top, and slid it my way. “Place is packed for a Sunday night.”

“Yeah, Joe’s got the dancers working
Sundays now. They come in at nine,” Sammie said, wiping the counter between customers.
Joe was Sammie’s partner, and they owned the club. Sammie managed the food and
beverage staff while Joe oversaw operations, including the entertainment. Some of those
boys’ moves should be illegal. “Looks like your entourage is here,” Sammie nodded toward
the door. Following his line of sight, two very angry bodyguards shot daggers at me. “Here,”
Sammie handed me a pass, “take this up to the mezzanine.”

I grabbed the red disc, “Thanks.” Just as I
turned, two muscular hands gripped my forearms like vices.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sikes
asked.

Flashing the red card, I announced, “To the
mezzanine, kind sir!” in the most terrible British accent I could’ve done. Accents clearly are
not my forte. Sikes and Snipe groaned in unison but relinquished their grips. Sikes walked in
front of me while Snipe held up the rear. Hehe, rear. If I made that joke to them, they’d likely
knock me on my ass.

The bouncer manning the upper VIP level, or
the mezzanine as Sammie had called it, nodded, snagged the card, then grunted. What was
it with these overgrown protectors and grunting? I’m waiting for one of them to grab a rock
and start drawing caveman-style all over the walls. How do they even understand each
other?

It was much easier to breathe up here with a
lesser body count though the music and vibrations still flowed. The view was fantastic,
staring down at every sweaty, writhing body on the dance floor. This was front-row seating
when the dancers hit the stage. “Would you like another drink, sir?” I turned to face the
flirty voice, and there stood a five-foot-nothing cutie chewing his bottom lip and eyeing me
like a lollipop. “Hello gorgeous, I’ll have one more, please.” He turned and winked over his
shoulder, swinging those hips like the moneymakers they were. He knew the value of
his…asset.

Maybe a dark, secluded storage room
cocktail server ass was in the cards for me tonight.

Leaning over the iron mezzanine railing, lost
in thoughts of the firm ass beneath the shiny black boy shorts fetching my drink, I scanned
the overcrowded dance floor. Memories of once being able to be a part of it that seemed
like so long ago when it really wasn’t. Our lives changed overnight by winning that Battle of
the Bands competition. Did I miss not being a part of our old scene? Meh, not so much. The
view from up here was much better, like having your pick of the crop. Lower level was all
sweaty, grinding bodies. Most of the time, you couldn’t see past the face in front of you. No,
I think I liked my odds from this angle much…

Better?

No, it isn’t.

“What the actual fuck?” I said loud enough
for Sikes and Snipes to hear. Instantly, each large body took its place at my sides. There was
no stopping this primal, animalistic need to seek and destroy. Alarms inside my brain
actived, yet I couldn’t stop myself.

“Where’s the threat?” Sikes asked. Both sets
of eyes scanned the floor for trouble.

Down the stairs I went, nearly bowling over
the poor guy with the full drink tray heading in the opposite direction. I knew I wasn’t alone,
though I couldn’t hear Sikes or Snipe’s footsteps. It amazed me how those two over-muscled
guards could move like the wind. I’d descended upon my prey in fewer steps than it
should’ve taken.

I swear, all life, all sound, all music stopped
when the three of us hit the dance floor. Bodies moved aside, primarily out of fear of the
two men who were with me, I’m sure. But I was locked on a specific target. Dumbass one
and dumbass two blocking my path weren’t too bright. They hadn’t even noticed that
everything around them had come to a stop as they continued to feel up the body tangled
between them. “Enough!” I ordered.

“Hey man, we saw him first,” dumbass one
said, coming toward me. Sikes and Snipe cut him off, and he threw his hands up in surrender.
“We don’t want any trouble,” he pleaded as he and dumbass two backed away. At that
point, said target turned, and our gazes met.

“What the fuck, David?”

About the Author

TL Travis is an award-winning published author of LGBTQIA+
contemporary romance and erotic musings that have earned “Best-Selling Author” flags in
the US as well as Internationally.

When she’s not busy spinning steamy webs, she enjoys
spending time with her family, going to concerts, wine tasting, and people watching. With
every face, there’s a story and half the fun is dreaming up what it could be.

TL is surrounded by her extensive 4-legged rescue family, her
sons, and adorable grandkids. She will continue saving furry friends in need for as long as
she lives. TL would like to remind you to “Adopt, not shop.” Saving that lost soul may very
well be the one you need.

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Book Title: M.M. Scrooge (An MM retelling of A Christmas Carol)

Author and Publisher: Lee Colgin

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Release Date: November 4, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 47 000 words/200 pages

It’s part of a multi-author series. Monster & Mayhem #11

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A spicy hot retelling of A Christmas Carol

Blurb

Marley Jacobs is dead, and Max Masters Scrooge has no time for the grieving son’s sob story. Even if Jacobs Jr. is kinda cute—for a nerd.

Daniel Jacobs is anxious, drifting, and lonely. His gut tells him he’s overdue for a dose of self care, but the thought of setting foot in a gym gives him hives. Though he craves gentle guidance, what he gets is the heavy hand of the gym’s head trainer and sleaziest playboy, Max Masters.

Accustomed to topping the leader board, among other things, Max sells Daniel on his gold package. After things get steamy in the locker room showers, Max is ready to make like a ghost and vanish, as usual. But this time, he won’t get away with his selfish antics, not if a vengeful past hookup with a powerful uncle has anything to say about it.

MM Scrooge is a spicy hot horror retelling of A Christmas Carol, as part of the collaboration Monsters & Mayhem: An MM Horror Collection, adapting some of your favorite classic horror stories with an MM romance twist.

Content Warnings:

This book’s list of potential warnings is longer than my grocery list. Buckle in. Readers, feel free to get in touch with me if you have any questions. In no particular order: Dub-con that some readers may interpret as non-con. Consent issues. Poorly negotiated BDSM elements. Sexual violence/spanking. Sex as punishment. Death of a parent/grief. Medical kink. Sexually explicit scenes.

That said, this book doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that list might make it look darker than it really is. Better to err of the side of caution.

Excerpt

Just when I think my first workout is done, Max directs me back to the turf. “Now that you’ve got the hang of it, we’ll repeat each station for four rounds. Squats, rotations, rows. Ten reps each. Thirty seconds between stations. Ready?”

I widen my eyes. “I’m sorry. I could have sworn you said four rounds. I must have misheard. What?”

Max grins. “You’ve got this. Round one, Daniel. Knock it out.”

So I do what the man says and squat.

By the time I’m actually done, sweat beads on my forehead and drips down into crevices that are decidedly not meant to be wet in public. Will I be able to walk tomorrow? Time will tell. My arms are made of pudding.

Max’s warm hand lands on my damp back and squeezes my shoulder. “Nice work. You’ve got grit.”

He can’t possibly mean that, but I thank him anyway. I glance up to meet his eyes. His are hazel, ringed brown in the center and green at the edges.

“How do you feel?”

I blink. My heart pounds, and I’m gulping for air like a fish out of water, but…I feel good. Like maybe I could keep going, or I don’t know, jog somewhere or something. Not a feeling I’m accustomed to. “Great, actually.”

He leans in. He’s a head taller, but he stands close enough his breath ruffles my hair. “It’s the endorphins. They’re a rush, huh?”

“Yeah, a rush.” So this is why people work out.

His gaze lingers on mine. “You want to hit the showers?”

“Oh, I don’t need to wash up.” I didn’t come prepared for that. I don’t even have a change of clothes in my bag. “I’m going home after this. I’ll shower there.”

Max arches his dark brows and darts his tongue out, wetting his upper lip. “I didn’t ask if you needed to. I asked if you wanted to.” His eyes trail down my body like a caress and land on my groin. He looks hungry.

And now that I think about it…tasty.

“Oh.” What an offer. It’s not like me to put out on the first date, and this isn’t even date adjacent.

Orgasms fall under the umbrella of self-care, right? Opportunities like this just don’t land in my lap every day. But will sex make future training sessions awkward? I don’t want things to get weird, though rejecting him would do that too, so…

I peer up at him through my lashes, not completely lacking wiles of my own. “Now that you mention it, I am rather dirty.”

Max’s glinting smile could cut diamonds. “Right this way.”

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much she can bench press.

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Book Title: Muted
Chords (The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: Samuel
York

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 4,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Soul mates, work colleagues, insta-love

Themes: Belief in self

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 50 000 words/246
pages

It is a standalone story
and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Finding and keeping love
isn’t always easy.

Blurb

Josh Shepard developed an intense connection to music,
despite being born deaf. None of his relationships have ever come close to his bond with
music. Then Branston ‘Bran’ Vale saunters into his life. Bran is the type of guy Josh always
fantasized about. With Bran in their band, traveling with them, Josh’s libido rises to an

uncomfortable level.

Bran isn’t prepared for the impact Josh has on him. Bran
had trouble with entanglements before, derailing him. His feelings for Josh outshine
anything he’s ever had before. Josh could be the answer to everything, or he could be the
biggest mistake Bran has ever made.

Ready to commit to more, a ghost from Bran’s past comes
back to haunt him, stalling his future. Bran might have to give up everything to save the
band and Josh.

Muted Chords is part of the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each
book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage
next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back,
load up your kindle and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!

Excerpt

Everyone could hear what they were saying, which added
another layer of heat to the embarrassment Josh already felt. He wasn’t used to attention
like this, so incredibly focused just on him.

“Like I said, that first riff you all played was magical. I mean,
it was a soundcheck, but the magic zipped up my spine and held me. I hadn’t planned on
staying for the show, but I couldn’t leave. I think there were maybe three hundred people in
the audience—”

“If that,” Casey snorted.

“We’ve grown a little since then,” Margot said.

Ish came up and put his arm around Josh’s shoulder. “My
boy Josh is magical. He’s the reason we sound so good.”

Now Josh’s cheeks hurt from the flames burning through
him. Ish seemed to delight in embarrassing him based on the smile spread from ear to
ear.

“I really want to play with you all. I know I’m new to you,
but I swear I’ll—”

“Wait.” Casey jumped up and rushed over. “Are you
serious? Like you want to play with us on stage?”

Bran turned to Casey and nodded. “Yeah, of course. I was
going to tell Munoz to fuck off when he called, but then I heard it was Eradicate Apathy, and
I jumped at the chance. I haven’t played on stage in a while, so I’d like you all to go easy on
me for the—”

“Holy shit!” Casey yelled and jumped up and down,
clapping his hands. “Sorry, we’re total dorks. I can’t believe you’re going to be on stage with
us. This is a dream come true.”

Josh stared at the group jumping around and hugging each
other as fear wove through him. Bran was too good-looking. Josh would have to watch his
reactions. Living on the bus together would be difficult. Branston Vale was definitely not the
type of guy who would ever be interested in him. Their new bass player was hot. His sex
appeal dripped from every word, every look. Josh would be helpless against that appeal.
Shit, he would have to keep control or risk blowing his load at the most embarrassing
times.

Ish caught the look on his face and stilled, then everyone
turned to stare at him. He sucked in a breath, hating that he was freaking out and now
everyone was looking at him.

“Is that okay with you?” Casey asked.

Josh shook himself, trying to push away the weirdness.
“Yeah. I—that’s—it’s great.”

His voice didn’t sound like he meant it, and he could tell
Bran had picked up on his hesitancy. Why was he holding back?

Munoz narrowed his gaze but saved him by changing the
subject, asking Bran what he was currently working on. The rest of his band members kept
the conversation going as he tried to come to grips with how he’d reacted to this sexy
man.

After an hour or so, he excused himself to the restroom and
breathed a sigh of relief as he stood alone and stared at the mirror. He shouldn’t be freaking
out, but his heart sped up every time he looked at Bran.

“Get it together.”

The door opened, and he quickly turned on the water,
washing his hands again so the person coming in didn’t think he was a dork talking to
himself. He hadn’t paid any attention to who had come in because they were in a private
area of the hotel and few people were back here. When Josh glanced up, he found Bran
studying him. A gasp escaped his lips.

Bran’s eyes narrowed, then he frowned. “I didn’t mean to
scare you.”

Josh shook his head. “No worries. I was deep in
thought.”

Bran’s lips thinned and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Have you got an issue with me playing in the band?”

Horror washed over Josh. “No. I-I…”

Bran moved closer. “What is it then?”

Josh’s whole body heated and sweat broke out on his
forehead. He couldn’t tell this man he thought he was hot. His lungs seemed to stop
working, and his gaze accidentally flicked to Bran’s lips, looking all sexy and plump behind his
dark beard. He swore Bran’s lips ticked up before stepping back a few inches.

“I’m just a normal guy, nothing special. I’ve been listening
to you all since I first heard you. It would be an honor if you allowed me to play on stage
during Rocktoberfest.”

Josh gulped in air. He had to get past the way this guy made
him feel. “I want you.”

Bran’s eyebrows lifted in the silence that followed Josh’s
declaration, but he hadn’t meant it to be a declaration. Shit, he’d left off a word.

“There. I want you there to play with me—us. I want you on
stage to play with the band.”

About the Author

Samuel York writes gay
fiction. He believes love is love. Celebrate the love of others and love yourself.

Don’t give up on your
dreams.

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Book Title: Syncing
Rhythms (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: Kris
Jacen

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, rock stars

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3 flames

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.

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It’s taken years for Dawson’s
band, AudioLock, to finally ‘make it’. Okay, maybe they hadn’t made it yet but they were
invited to perform on the big stage at Rocktoberfest. Driving the beat of the band warmed
his soul but Dawson really wished there was someone to warm his heart and
bed.

Ben Williams’ passion for music and theater is all-
encompassing but he doesn’t have a talented bone in his body. However, he does have the
mind and personality to manage everything that happens when the curtain goes up. His
ultimate goal of being a stage manager for a major rock band is in sight. He didn’t think
anything could change his focus until a certain drummer appeared on Ben’s
stage.

Dreams within reach, are Ben and Dawson willing
to change so they can sync rhythms together?

Syncing Rhythms is part of
the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a
standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot rockstars and
the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your kindle and
enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!

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Dawson climbed back into the bus with a big smile on his face.
Oh yeah, he was getting some of that man. It had been a while since he’d be this interested
in someone.

“Back so soon,” Nate said from the couch. He opened one eye
and gave Dawson a look. Whatever he saw had him sitting up quickly. “You were gone for
forty-five minutes max and got some? Shit, maybe I should’ve gone with you.” Nate smacked
Dawson’s hip and yelled over his shoulder, “Dawson scored already. Who had that on their
BINGO card?”

Chris and X stumbled out of the curtains on either side of the
bus. Looks of shock were on their faces.

“What do you mean? He’s going for being a reborn virgin,”
Chris teased as he walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a soda before sitting at the table.
Dawson could feel his emotions rolling; he was about to either lose his shit or blush head-to-
toe.

“Cool your jets, dude,” X cautioned. He was the closest to
Dawson in build. X had about three inches on Dawson but weighed less. The crowds loved
watching him thump on his bass, long fingers plucking the strings giving the structure to
their songs to balance Dawson’s drums. “So you got with someone?”

Dawson shook his head and dropped onto the couch next to
Nate. “I did not get with someone.”

“But you’re hoping to,” Chris interjected. He was two inches
shorter than Dawson’s six foot and had the chest of a wrestler. He hit the gym every day.
Said it was to keep his body in as good of shape as his voice.

“I don’t know what gave you all the impression that I was a
male ho.” Deflect and redirect.

“Not buying it, my friend. We’ve been together way too long
for you to pull this over on us. Now, spill,” Nate demanded with a raised eyebrow. Why
couldn’t he do that?

“Okay, fine. I might have met someone while I was wandering.”
Dawson shrugged and tried again for deflect. “When are we scheduled for sound
check?”

“Dude, didn’t you get any of your pent-up energy out on your
kit?” X asked, sitting in one of the chairs at the table.

Holy shit. How had he forgotten? Dawson looked
at anything other than the guys. He was never going to live this one down.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You went to find your kit because
you needed to check that it made it here in one piece and you forgot?” Chris
was snickering at Dawson. He knew he’d gone to blushing now.

“So sound check?” One more try couldn’t hurt,
right?

“I’ll bail you on this, but I want details later. Sound check is
scheduled for one tomorrow. We’re free until then. Did you find where the food was while
you were out?” X asked. “I’m getting hungry.”

About the Author

Kris Jacen grew up just north
of Boston, Massachusetts, and currently lives in western New York with her two daughters
and three rambunctious dogs. She always said she was “only an editor” but then Mackey
showed up and proved her wrong.

After editing for over fifteen
years, she opened her own editing/formatting/cover art company, Three Hearts. Working
with all the amazing authors she’s had the privilege to work with has allowed her to both
hone her editorial skills and indulge her inner fangirl. She also acts as editor, mentor and
sounding-board for newcomers which lets her “pay-it-forward” and help authors realize their
dreams.

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Book Title: Bleeding
Dawn: The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022

Author: Layla
Dorine

Publisher: Desolate
Press

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: October 28,
2022

Genre: MM Rocker Romance

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Hurt-comfort, Found Family

Themes: Rocker boys falling in love, Road Trip, Outdoor Concert

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 321
pages

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger. Characters from a previous Rocktoberfest book, Tattered Angel, do
appear and feature prominently.

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Melt into the desert,
bleed into the dawn, follow the melody, the music knows the way.

Blurb

Identical in appearance, twins Winter and Tripp are as

different as night and day when it comes to everything but the music they’ve spent the bulk
of their lifetimes composing. Now they’ve attained the fame they always hoped for, and it’s
as empty and meaningless as the remains of route 66, and about as broken too. Would help
if Winter could see it. Tripp’s sure he’ll lose his shit completely the next time some random
groupie leaps on the hood of his car and begs to take a selfie, but to Winter, every night is a
party, he lives for the crazy hookups, lives for the crazy, period.

Another place they differ.

Tripp would kill for one season to slow down. Just
three months where he and Zakk could melt into obscurity and be whomever they wanted,
together. Only Zakk’s band, Tattered Angel, is on fire too and it’s starting to seem like the
music he’s always loved is hell-bent on keeping him from exploring love of a different kind.
Last year’s Rocktoberfest was an amazing triumph, this year, it’s starting to feel like the road
to the desert is burning him alive.

Would be so easy to slip off across the sand, melt
into a dune on the back of some strange, psychedelic serpent, never to be heard from again.
If only there was a way to ensure Zakk took that last ride with him.

Bleeding Dawn is part of the multi-author The
Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read
them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what
more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your kindle and enjoy the men of
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“Okay, I’m sitting, my supper will apparently have to remain
raw a little longer.”

“It’s all for a good cause, I assure you.”

“It better be, I skipped breakfast.”

“So nibble a graham cracker and open your ears. Don’t
try telling me you don’t have any when Winter said you have s’mores at least three times a
week when you’re home.”

Huffing, Tripp yanked the drawer open and snatched the
package from inside.

“Thank you. Now, they need small shows, we need some
soft runs on the new material, so I was thinking…”

“No, hell no. Fuck you for even thinking we should go back
on the road again. I just got a new couch. We haven’t even broken it in yet. Not a single
divot.”

“Thought that’s what you and Winter would be writing
the new songs on.”

“We have, doesn’t mean we’ve made a suitable imprint
yet.”

“Okay, guess we’ll put off working the kinks out. Too
bad. Jesse suggested we invite Riley and his crew to give them a chance to work on their
new material. I hear Dez and Zakk have almost two albums worth of material. It’s a good
idea, if you ask me. Oh, and get this, Saint’s Seduction reached out to Dez, again, and tried
to get him to come back and play for them. The way I heard it; he never took the call. James
gave them the flat ‘no’ Dez had conveyed to him the previous time and hung up on them.”

“Can’t say I blame them, the guy is talented.”

“If you think so, why do you two end up foaming at the
mouth every time you’re in proximity to one another? I can practically hear you snarling
from across the room.”

Tripp sighed, ‘cause he’d asked himself that for a couple of
months now and what he kept coming back to was a relationship he didn’t know what to do
with.

He was jealous.

Not of anything musical when it came to Dez’s ability and
experience, but of the man himself and the time he spent with Zakk. Even the knowledge
that Dez was dating Riley didn’t dull the possessiveness he felt towards a man he was barely
lucky enough to see six times a year.

Wait…

Something clicked in his brain, along with a voice telling
him to stay the fuck outta his own way before he fucked things up, again.

“Are you saying it would be us, Tattered Angel and Wild
Child?” Tripp asked, excitement beginning to surge through him.

“Yup.”

“And who the hell would book that insanity?”

“James and Russ are raring to be unleashed on the
project, but there are a few hiccups to iron out.

“Like?”

“Who would headline?”

“We’ll rotate, everyone should be good with that.”

“Band members are, a few of the venues are not.”

Why did it sound like he was chewing? He’d better not be
eating anything good after the way this conversation had derailed Tripp’s meal.

“Hey, did you hear what I said about the
venues?”

Tripp pulled the phone away from his ear, scowling at it for
several seconds before warily drawing it close again. “My ears were working just fine until
you bellowed in them!”

“Then pay attention, damn. Now, what do we do about
the venues.”

Grumbling beneath his breath, Tripp tried to figure out why
he was being asked to problem-solve for an issue he wasn’t completely on board with being
a part of yet. Still. It would provide plenty of opportunities to spend time with Zakk. “Okay,
so, we give them what they want and schedule the rest of the rotations around it.”

“Good idea on the surface, but when you see the emails
I sent you about the locations, you’ll see why the issue came up.”

“Yea, okay, I’ll take a look. Next.”

“Besides the animosity between you and
Dez?”

About the Author

LAYLA DORINE lives among
the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She
loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and
dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums,
historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing
as a child and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her
characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the
triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers,
hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with
over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing
near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can
often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

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