Monday, March 24, 2014
Guest Author Kimber Vale: Music is My Muse
From angry pounding metal, to pop hits from the eighties, music is my all-time favorite muse. Nothing gets me more in the mood to write, or gives me more feels than instrument and voice blending into one coherent and gorgeous entity.
I was raised in a house of music. My mom loved singing along to Barbra Streisand and Crystal Gayle. My dad can’t croon worth a hill of beans, and dances like a bear trying to scratch his back on a tree, but he never let that stop him from enjoying music. In fact, he probably blew out his eardrums long ago blasting everything from Cream to Bowie to Beyoncé. Yeah, he’s got eclectic tastes. I was raised with the speakers blaring—they serenaded our bonfire parties outdoors when I was a knee biter, and woke me from a hung-over stupor as a wayward teen.
I attended concerts like a roadie in my youth, and only slowed down briefly when my kids were really young. Now my husband and I see shows as our mini kid-free vacations. It’s fantastic. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll be one of the old farts at the Fall Out Boy and Paramour show in June, but it doesn’t matter. Music feeds my soul; always has, and always will.
It only made sense that I would write a book or two about musicians.
In the first book in my Shooting Stars series, “Forever is Now,” I focused on Chance Ralan, the young, skyrocketing, superstar lead singer of the band Armageddon Showdown.
For my latest release, “Double Takes,” my hero is Gio Savale—a forty-something, fading-from-the-limelight rocker whose divorce and custody battle make him sign on to do a reality TV show to pay the bills. I loved flipping the coin on the classic rocker-as-party-god with this book. Gio is a recovered junky. He’s seen it all, done it all, and is just trying to keep from losing his son to his spiteful ex-wife. I adore how regular Joe he is in many ways, and I had an absolute blast giving him a happily ever after he never saw coming at the beginning of his book.
Blurb for Double Takes:
Not for Giovanni Savale.
For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?
Excerpt from Double Takes:
“What was that all about?” Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.
“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s most degrading way to make a paycheck.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.
“The producers took some stupid poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm. They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating pool. It’s all bullshit — just for ratings.”
“So, you’re not really dating that guy?”
“No! Well, yeah, I have to for the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”
“So, you aren’t bi, then?” Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.
“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve screwed around with guys before, ass munch.
The confused squint of the eyes staring back at him — moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his pupils — told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.
“I always wondered if those rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.
“Well, you know how it is … when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.
Lance’s face was introspective and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”
Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but was scared shitless at the same time.
Lance placed his dinner on the coffee table and turned to Gio.
What is going on? How do I even respond to that?
“So…?” Gio began, but then Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.
Lips, soft yet firm and unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom lip between his own.
Lance’s tongue darted out to lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s domain.
A low rumble came from somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling, twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their tongues.
Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? Nothing about this kiss — hot slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks — nothing about it was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was vibrant — electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting, drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right like nothing before ever had. It flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance had.
Gio pulled away from his thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on the table just as a cheer went up on the television.
The Red Sox had scored a home run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?
“Double Takes” releases from Liquid Silver Books on April 28th, 2014. If you haven’t read “Forever is Now,” here’s your chance to be up to speed when book two comes out. Both are stand-alone stories, but I will say that Chance and Alex have a walk-on (and a walk down the aisle) in “Double Takes.” J
Kimber Vale on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kimber-Vale/e/B006HMAY06/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394456434&sr=1-2-ent
Keep up to date with Kimber Vale at www.authorkimbervale.com or friend/follow her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story.