Monday, October 6, 2014

Book Blast & Giveaway ~ Guitar Face by Sasha Marshall

Will the pressures of the rich and famous be too much for her?

Publication Date: June 25, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance (18+)

Henley Hendrix has been a guitar prodigy since the age of 12, and has grown up in rock-n-roll her entire life. By the age of 22 she was the Queen of rock-n-roll, and lead singer/guitarist in her band Abandoned Shadow. Women wanted to be her, and men simply wanted her. Tragedy strikes and she walks away from music for four years. She spends four years attempting to pick up the pieces of her life, then she is slowly pulled back to the only things she has ever loved, music and Jagger Carlyle.

Jagger is People's Sexiest Man Alive, and rock's biggest bad boy, and every woman wants to bed him, while every man wants to be him. Jagger presses her to tour with his and her brother's band, Broken Access, and sparks fly. Her eyes are opened back up to music, and to the boy she fell in love with in the sixth grade.

The journey is marked by Henley's fears of her past, and how to proceed with her music career. She is surrounded by comic relief, and most of all love, but will the pressures of the rich and famous be too much after her sabbatical? Will the cameras and the women be too much for her?

If you are looking for a story of redemption with comic relief and a heavy sexual mind, you've found it. If you are offended by hot, tattooed rock stars who are vulgar then this is not the book for you. Please be warned, this book is not for anyone below the age of 18. The book contains sex, death, violence, and harsh language.

We walk back hand in hand and talk, the conversation moving freely. We decide to lie down and watch a movie in my room, but he wants to grab some shorts and his cell charger from his room. I walk with him, and he goes directly into the bedroom and takes his shirt off. Oh, Dear Lord Baby Jesus! Don’t look Henley. Look away and back out of his room quickly.
“You see something you like?” he asks.
Self-control, do not fail me now. “Put your clothes on Jag.”       
“What’s wrong baby? Will power giving way?” he asks.
“Jagger Nicholas Carlyle, if you do not put your clothes back on my head is going to spin around like the fucking exorcist, and I assure you it won’t be pretty. They always projectile vomit bugs, just to ensure it’s not pretty,” I warn.
He grabs a shirt, and throws it on. He takes my warning seriously. Good boy. He approaches me, and as he gets closer, I step back. He looks like a fucking predator on the hunt, and it did things to my girly bits. They are on fucking fire! I finally run out of room in my retreat when my back hits the wall. He reaches to my right and closes the bedroom door, and quickly looks back down at me. He tenderly touches his lips to mine and kisses me so sweetly. My heart skips a fucking beat. I have fallen so hard for him.
He picks up the pace of the kiss, and his hands run down my body. I run my hands under his shirt across his abs and chest and feel all that delicious tight muscle. He growls in my mouth, then picks me up by my ass and jacks me up against the wall. He begins kissing my neck and leads a trail down to my chest. Jagger grabs the left side of my bra and pulls my breast out. He slowly licks and sucks on my nipple. Where is baby Jesus when I need him? His dick is pulsing through his jeans, and he begins to grind it into me. He finds my mouth again, and between kisses, he begs me.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to wait.” He kisses me again.
I ain’t telling you shit, sparky. You can continue doing exactly what you are doing.
He begs again. “Henley, you have to tell me to stop if you don’t want this. If we go any further, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Shut up, Jagger.” I kiss him with everything I have. 

I am a Georgia native, who loves bad boys, tattoos, rock-n-roll, and sexy books. I toured during the 2009 reunion tour with The Allman Brothers as their photographer. I had the time of my life, and through those experiences, I gained an insight into the world of the rich and famous.

The "Guitar Face" story has lived in my crazy mind for many years. I did nothing but eat, sleep, and write "Guitar Face" for a solid week in April, 2014. I laughed and cried with each of these characters,  and immensely enjoy reading this story the many times I have. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.

I love music, dogs, children, family, friends, and tattoos. I combined all of these into this story, & what better way to incorporate some of my favorite things than gorgeous, tatted rock stars.

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