You guys!!! Look what I have! A super awesome excerpt that TOTALLY captures what I’d FEEL if I were friends with (or better yet, belonged to) a famous rock star! This is from Karina Halle’s upcoming release The Devil’s Reprise (book #2 in her “Devil’s” series). It’s a sexy-steamy-scary rock star series. Wait. Scary??
Yep… these rock stars are being… er… tormented. If you read book #1 (The Devil’s Metal), you’ll know where I’m coming from. If not, I must insist you read it. It was awesome! Check out my book review of #1 – “The Devil’s Metal”
Okay quick note from the author before I let you loose on this excerpt:
“No pre-order but it’s coming October 29th. … yes it has a few spoilers for The Devil’s Metal BUT I do enough recapping in The Devil’s Reprise that it can be read as a standalone.”
Ready for the excerpt? It gave me that rock-star thrill!!
There is nothing like being backstage at a concert. Nothing. And if it’s a band or musician that you love, that you know inside and out, as deep or deeper than your own soul, then it’s a practically otherworldly experience. You can’t even describe it, though I have tried in my own writing, time and time again.
Jacob and I went to the side stage, among a few family members of the French drummer and a few other journalists covering the show. On the other side of the stage were the sound tech guys and roadies, who’d finished running across the stage and taping down the setlists. Sage and his band were in their places in the middle, Sage at the forefront. The lights were completely off in the theater, and the place was absolutely humming with anticipation and the cries of the fans who were dying for Sage, dying for the lights, dying for the music.
I stood beside Jacob, who was elegantly filing his nails, something I learned he did when he was nervous. We all had our quirks. I hadn’t gotten a look at the setlist back in the dressing room—there were more pressing things than that—so I was waiting there in as much anticipation as the crowd. I knew Sage would most likely only be playing songs from his solo album, but there was always a chance a Hybrid song would pop up. He wrote most of them anyway.
I heard someone onstage tap his foot three times, and Jacob uttered “Go” under his breath.
The first few notes of Sage’s crystal clear guitar rang out into the crowd. It was the start of his song, “The Tail I Had,” and everyone cheered as the drums and bass kicked in and the lights in the house went on, illuminating the stage. It was one of my favorite songs from the album, one of the catchier, more radio-friendly tunes that hit hard with swagger and heavy bass, that made your hips swing. Sage’s voice was pretty much perfect—this low, raspy growl that just screamed sex to everyone else and especially to me since it was the sound I’d heard just minutes early.
And that’s when it hit me, the [email protected] realization that I’d just had sex with the man onstage, the man that all the women were screaming at, the tall, exotic golden god with the green eyes and the bronze skin who prowled the stage like a broad-shouldered panther. More than a panther, he was king and we were his subjects. Sage was nothing but one hundred percent confident in himself and in his music, and he was enjoying the control he had over everyone as we swayed and sang and attached our souls to his words and his guitar chords.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
I found myself singing out loud, very loud, through this song and the next song and the next song, grinning so hard I thought my face would freeze that way, feeling nothing but love, utter [email protected] love, for this man and his gift and his music that made me live more than anything else could. And as I looked over the crowd, taking in their enraptured faces as they sung along and stared up at him, I knew everyone was feeling the same way. We were all joined together in this poetic web, maybe all feeling different things and taking away different stories and lessons, but we were all feeling. And sometimes in this world full of war and strife and daily shit that made you numb, that’s all you really needed.