February 10, 2015
Guest Author: Jenna Galicki
First, I want to thank Mary for putting together this awesome tour with showcasing the genre we love – thank you Mary!!
I hope everyone is surviving this frigid and snowy winter. I hate the cold, so I’ve been curling up at night with some hot and steamy reads to keep me warm. J On the last tour, I profiled The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book One). This time, I’d like to introduce you to Between a Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book Two). Book 2 picks up where Book 1 leaves off, and they are a m/m/f menage. I hope you enjoy my excerpt.
One signed paperback of Between A Rock an A Hard Place (US only) selected from comments on this blog post.
Question is: what is your best Valentine day you ever had?
Winner will be announced February 17!
.I love music, rottweilers, Tommy Blade, and meeting new people. I’m a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. I volunteer with God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. I actively raise money and participate in AIDS Walk New York and I am a proud sponsor of Children International.
I live in Long Island, NY with my husband and two dogs. When I’m not hunched over a computer, you can find me front row at a rock concert.
I love to hear from readers and authors, so please feel free to contact me at any of my social media sites.
Between a Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)
She’s a rock goddess.
He’s a sex pistol.
I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, The Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.
When Jessi Blade is forced to miss the first leg of Immortal Angel’s world tour, Tommy Blade and Angel Garcia are alone together for the first time. Their romance flourishes and brings them closer together, but time apart puts a strain on Tommy and Jessi’s marriage. The demanding schedule of a world tour, pressure from the record label and a wife who feels neglected, leaves Tommy under a blanket of anxiety. He’s helpless as his perfect life slowly falls to pieces.
When Jessi Blade finally catches up to Tommy and Angel four weeks into their world tour, she begins to feel like an outsider. She’s not about to take a back seat to Angel and competes for Tommy’s attention. Tired of the rivalry, she begins to wonder if they’d be happier without her.
Angel Garcia is trying to hold their relationship together, but Jessi’s animosity and Tommy’s nervous tension is a heavy load to carry. Before long, it becomes clear that their life and the band are doomed unless they work out their differences.
Publisher: Beau to Beau Publishing
God, Jessi put the last finishing touches on her sketch and put it down for the night. She had two gorgeous men in the next room who were probably sucking each other off right now. Her footsteps quickened into a little trot across the room in anticipation of watching Tommy and Angel together, but when she got to the bedroom they weren’t in bed. They were naked, erections flying high and rifling through a suitcase. “What are you doing?”
They turned toward her at the same time. Each held something in their hands. Angel had a small flogger. Tommy had a purple sash.
Tommy snapped the sash in his hands. “We’ve been thinking. It wasn’t very nice of you to leave us in the middle of the tour and not explain why you resigned.”
Angel twirled the ends of the whip so they danced in the air. “Yes. You’re a bad girl and bad girls get punished.”
Her mouth widened into a nervous smile. “You’re not hitting me with that thing, Angel.”
“Oh, yes I am.”
Tommy was twisting the ends of the sash around each fist and pulling it tighter.
They slowly walked toward her wearing matching sinister grins.
She took a step back. They couldn’t be serious.
Tommy held up the sash. “It’ll hurt less if you cooperate.”
He lassoed her around the neck and pulled her to him. She held her breath, braced one hand against his chest and tugged at the sash.
“Stop fighting and take your clothes off.”
“You heard me.”
“Stop stalling,” Angel warned. “It’s better if you listen to him. He’ll be less . . . angry.”
Nervous laughter trickled from her throat at this new game. Tommy was always bossy in the bedroom, but with Angel, not with her.
Tommy raised his brow, impatiently waiting for her to discard her clothing.
She contemplated the game at hand, still unsure whether or not to continue. It had been a life-changing month. Why the hell not?
She slipped her top over her head, discarded her bra and wiggled out of her jeans. She stood with her shoulders back and projected her breasts outward. “Do you like what you see?”
Tommy gazed at them and puckered his lips, but he didn’t attempt to taste them.
She cupped both breasts in her hands and pushed them upward to entice him. When he still made no attempt to touch her, she placed his hand on her breast.
Angel was quick to swipe it away with the handle of the whip. “She’s trying to weaken you.”
Something changed behind Tommy’s eyes and they hardened. “Is that what you were trying to do?”
She stammered for an answer. She didn’t know how to play this game.
“Get on the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate and waited on her knees in the middle of the fluffy king-sized bed. Her heart was beating faster, full of nervous anticipation.
Tommy crawled in front of her while Angel came up behind her and tied the sash around her eyes.
She didn’t resist, but her knees were shaking. She never played a submissive role before. There was a sense of mystery about being blindfolded, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it, or the helpless feeling that went with it.
Angel adjusted the sash over her eyes to make sure they were fully covered. “Turn around and lie down.”
She obeyed. If it got out of hand, she would tell them to stop, and she knew they would.
Face down on the pillow, her arms were pulled up and secured to the headboard, loosely tied with another satin sash. “What are you going to do to me?” She wished she didn’t ask and she wished she didn’t seem so nervous, but it sounded like part of the game.
Something tickled her back. It was rather soft and made little flicking noises. She realized it was the flogger and stiffened as she waited for a harsh blow.
“Are you ready to take your punishment?” Angel asked.
She held her breath, clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. It was silly that she closed her eyes, since she was already blindfolded, but she was so nervous she didn’t know what she was doing. Despite being wary and anxious, she was tingling all over and felt a trickle of wetness between her legs. She wanted to play.
“Answer him,” Tommy said.
She gulped. “Y-yeah.”
“Yes!” She tightened her muscles and waited. The first strike was a quick, stinging flash across her buttocks. It wasn’t very hard, but it still took her breath away, and there was a tinge of excitement behind the tiny burn. The second strike was stronger, but it was more arousing than the first. The third stung like an electric shock and she gasped. A sharp jolt reverberated through to her groin. Again there was a pause, and she silently wished for the next blow, wondering what it held. Dare she ask for it? It came before she had the chance. Like a razor, it sliced across her bare skin. White light flashed behind the darkness of the mask and tiny spots floated in the blackness. Her buttocks were red hot and that heat pulsated deep between her legs. Her whimper wasn’t from pain. It begged for release.