Release Blitz: ACE: A Band of Brothers Novel by Lyra Parish
Title: ACE: A Band of Brothers Novel
Series: Band of Brothers #1
Author: Lyra Parish
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
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.
Excerpt from Chapter 1.
Subject to Change.
Unedited.
© 2016 Lyra Parish.
Tonight I would fuck the blonde in the front row who continued to
visually rip my clothes off with every little blink she took. Her
tits were hanging out of her shirt and she licked her lips and batted
her eyes at me. The set was nearing the end and I could feel her
gaze. When I looked away and back at her, it was like her eyes had
never left me. 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. I'm sure there would be many more one
night stands considering each show from Florida to New York, all the
way to California was sold out.
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 Nikolas's
guitar.
The lights faded when walked off stage leaving
the crowd screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. Jex, Nic,
and Rex 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 rose to the maximum volume, 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. 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. By the way she was dressed in a tight pink
shirt and a skirt that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks, 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 lifted their arms and shook their asses. Before the song
ended, the technicians led the girls' side stage as cannons of small
fireworks shot from the floor. After the final song, my brothers and
played the crowd and threw drumsticks and guitar picks. The yelling
didn't stop for minutes and the audience realized we weren't coming
back out. 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.
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.
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