Friday, July 24, 2015

Music, the Great Equalizer

 By Catherine Peace

As the great Stevie Wonder sings, Music is a world within itself, in a language we all understand. Music is one of my biggest passions. It transcends language, culture, political parties, everything, and it’s one of the things that’s gotten me through the toughest points in my life.
For a lot of people, myself included, a good music experience is like going to church—it can create a deeply spiritual connection with the people around you, it can bring you together like nothing else. If it’s 50, 100, or 100,000 people singing along with you, you’re all sharing the same experience. That’s one of the things that makes concerts awesome, and one of the things that makes writing musicians awesome.
I had a lot of fun writing Ty. Really, I did. But as I’ve been working on the sequel to Complete Me, I’ve been exploring the up-and-coming musician instead of the one-hit-wonder, and it’s brought a whole other dimension to the experience. I don’t get to write musicians nearly enough.
I wanted to share a longer excerpt from Complete Me’s sequel Valkyrie Rysing. Hope you enjoy!

The show couldn’t have gone more perfectly. The crowd ate them up, and watching Blake sulk by the bar made the night all the better. Plus, Pipsqueak got to show off her crazy drum prowess to a lot of hootin’ and hollerin’. Glad they finally got to experience what she and Rachel knew Pip was capable of. “All right, guys, we got one more for y’all.” At the chorus of boos, she shook her head. “I know, I know. I mean, I could go all night, but it ain’t my call.”  
Rach’s haunting bass line floated through the air, mournful and lonesome. The crowd stilled and a hush fell over the room.  
“This last song is a special one,” Joss said. “I wrote it a few years back, about a boy, like most everything else is. But then I realized something.” She strummed the opening chord. “It wasn’t about him. It was about me. This is ‘Broken Folklore.’” 
The song started in a whisper, just her dueting with Rachel’s bass.

I reminisce the things you’ve told me 
Glimpsing lies your life’s become 
I surmise what you’ve abandoned 
Then I mourn what’s come undone 

Through the second half of the verse, she built to a crescendo.

There exists more than you’ve shown me 
Living life deaf, blind, and dumb 
In a world of swords and dragons 
The fairest fantasy is homespun 

Then, back to the softness for the chorus.

Lies look so fair wrapped in metaphor 
So much to hide in certain vagueness 
But pretty words and broken folklore 
Can’t seduce a mind unshaken 
Enchanting words won’t hypnotize 
A string of lies can’t change the fact 
If you’d reopen just one blind eye 
You’d see that there is no.Way.Back. 

She screamed the last three words, and Pip’s cymbal-crash brought the crowd to life. Heavy guitar riffs reminiscent of Metallica’s filled the room. Screams and cheering almost drowned out her monitor. Exactly the reaction she’d hoped for.

Gaze at the sun too long, child brightness 
Taint your vision for all time 
Hold your breath and wade in deeper 
To your delusion of falsely fine 
In your realm of satisfaction 
Guard the ridges of your mind 
Censor, sort – make your world sweeter 
Sate your guilt, but leave the landmine 

As she went through the chorus again, she sought out August and her heart beat double-time at the heat radiating from him. Time to seal the deal with an epic guitar solo. 
Her fingers flew across the frets with minds of their own. Closing her eyes, she let the music carry her, lift her up and guide her. Regardless of how the competition turned out, she always had that feeling to depend on.
The drums and bass dropped out, leaving her doing her best Kirk Hammett impression with a nutjob solo that most guitarists wouldn’t even try, especially on a song they’d never performed.
Of course, she wasn’t most guitarists.
The solo led into the bridge and the audience couldn’t get enough. Softening, harkening back to the first verse, she sang the last barely above a whisper.

Calm your conscience with poetic lies 
Speak what may appease my ears 
Repress your shame and say again 
“You mean so much” to dry my tears 
Guide me through the storyline 
Let me rehearse my part, my dear 
Line and scenes, approach the end 
Where the finale’s forever veered 

In her mind, she counted the beats.... One, two, three, four. 

Lies look so fair wrapped in metaphor 
So much to hide in certain vagueness 
But pretty words and broken folklore 
Can’t seduce a mind unshaken 
Enchanting words won’t hypnotize 
A string of lies can’t change the fact 
If you’d reopen just one blind eye 
You’d see that there is No. Way. Back


The song ended on her scream. A few moments of silence passed, followed by the eruption of a frenzied crowd.

Monday, July 20, 2015

New 1Night Stand on the Horizen

 By Landra Graf

Finally, after about six months of toiling, and being consumed by other projects, I’ve been able to get my next three 1NS contracted. I’m still living in the world of BDSM and exploring different kinks. I hinted to some of this in previous guest posts, but at long last I can finally talk about my rope bondage/shibari loving hero Sigmund… called Sig by his friends.
He’s rough, keeps his emotions locked up tight, and finds it hard to believe a woman would be interested in being tied up. Not everyone it down for his type of fun and his track record of mixing pleasure with dating doesn’t seem to work.
This hero was by far my favorite to write. He came to me without difficulty and finding him the right woman did, too. I’m looking forward to introducing Sig to readers, since word from a few close friends is that this hero is by far their favorite. He’s also my first foray into writing a dominant hero. I’ll admit to having far too much fun, which means I may have a few more of those dominant heroes hiding up my sleeve.
Outside of Sig, my other heroes Kanoa and Garrett can’t wait to be introduced either, but I’ll save them for future posts. 

P.S. I promise more female Dominants are coming. I love my girls in charge and won’t stop writing them now.

About the Author:
Landra Graf has been crafting stories since the tender age of too-young-to-watch-rated-R. When she finally got old enough for adult material, she believed adult meant anything besides the smexy. Then she discovered erotic romance. Since then it’s been a journey down a rabbit hole. Landra writes BDSM erotic romance and historical erotic romance, among other less smexy offerings. You can find Landra at: Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, or on her Website.

My First 1NS - What You Need Blurb: Royce is looking for a woman who won’t cringe at the words “sexual submissive,” and a chance for all his fantasies to come true. The 1Night Stand he signed up for was supposed to be simple with no attachments, but when his match is his ex-best friend, simple goes out the window. He can’t stop seeking the answers to why Victoria left or deny his new-found attraction to her.
Victoria has loved Royce forever, but his rejection of her affections eight years ago caused her to walk away from everything. She’s not the same girl from college, and no longer naive and willing to run too just anyone. A sexual dominant born from her mistakes, she wants a chance to start a relationship based on her terms. She’ll settle for one night, but she’s planning on forever.