By Heather E. Andrews (Guest Blogger)
The first Rockstar Romance I read was on Wattpad. The lead singer of a rock band, based on the likeness of Stephen James, picked his heroine out of the crowd and brought her home to his fancy mansion in LA. There he appealed to her that he wanted to explore a relationship with her and not just take her virginity. It was corny. But I loved it. Every song he sang on stage was for her. The author quoted lyrics that got me feeling all sorts of emotional.
Reading that first story, I knew I wanted to recreate those emotions. I wanted to draw those feelings out of my readers and show them how the music connects us to the story. That led me down a rabbit hole of all the rockstar romances available, devouring the genre. I discovered a sordid world of drugs, alcohol, women, and massive egos. Perfect fodder for a writer.
Scarred Melody is the first book in my Bold Melodies series, all set in the same version of the entertainment industry. It revolves around the lives of artists signed with Clarke Records. The next book in the series involves Travis White who has become embroiled in a sex tape scandal and is ordered to judge a televised singing contest. He falls in love with Jody Boyd, a curvy contestant with an attitude problem. Travis has to help Jody find her voice and move beyond her self-doubt to win the competition, redeeming himself with the label.
I’m also an anthology lover. My first publication was a Christmas short published in Jingle My Snowballs, a compilation of short stories put together by my critique group, the Peenerpuff Girls. I love anthologies because they give me an opportunity to spread my wings and write in different sub-genres. I’m going to be part of a post-apocalyptic anthology called Until the End coming out on May 16th. I’m very excited to stretch my wings and revel in my inner geekdom.
I won’t always write rockstar romances. I’d like to spread my wings into MC (Motorcycle Club) romance, billionaires, and royalty at some point. But I’ll always focus on hyper-emotional stories. Plot is awesome, but character arc is my primary obsession.
One of my favorite characters in romantic fiction is Christian Grey. For a long time I didn’t read 50 Shades of Grey because I thought it was just smut. Then I found the entire series at a library sale for two dollars and my critique group demanded I try it. And I’m so glad I did. Christian goes from emotionally closed off to loving by the end of the series. The events that lead him there dragged me through the wringer. Through his relationship with Anastasia, he’s able to fully set aside the physical and sexual abuse that defined him for years. He relinquishes some of his need to control, learning to trust and be vulnerable. Anastasia learns to assert herself and test her boundaries. It’s really a great character story.
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Bold Melodies, Book 1
“We all have scars, El. The only difference is I can see yours.”
All I knew was music. Writing it, playing it. The sway of the melody traveled through me. It kept me company as I hid my face under a mask.
My dream of singing in front of the crowds was long forgotten. Now I hide in the shadows, only emerging to help fellow artists launch their careers.
Enter Skyler Dalton, my teenage heartthrob.
My best friend died. My last album bombed. I punched out a paparazzi.
Life hasn’t been going my way.
The label offered an ultimatum, work with a professional songwriter to salvage my solo career or hit the road.
Luckily, Elsie was easy to work with. I wasn’t looking for love, but what I found was a lot more than just a new song...
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Excerpt (Rated R)
“So… just to be clear, you’re not DTF?”
My lips curled into a smile. “You’re like a dog with a bone about this, aren’t you?”
Now Elsie started blushing. Damn, we were like two teenagers in the back of my pickup truck. Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat and waited, making it clear in no uncertain terms she wanted a straight answer.
I sighed. Reaching up, I pushed aside an unruly strand of her hair, slipping it behind her ear. I ran a finger down her cheek, feeling how soft her skin was.
“Not with you,” I said, gently.
Elsie wasn’t someone I’d ever sleep with casually. Nor the type to just burn energy off with. She was someone to spend time with, build a life with.
When she flinched, I braced myself. Shit, how did I fuck that up?
“I understand,” she said, her face turned down. She tried to move away from me, but I tightened my arms around her and pulled her in tighter. Gripping her chin, I turned her face so her eyes would meet mine. Those green eyes I adored wouldn’t look directly at me. I couldn't have a misunderstanding wound her, this was too important.
“El, I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.” I couldn’t get any plainer than that. It must’ve been the right thing to say because her face softened and her eyes finally met mine. I liked that response so I kept going. “I want to touch you everywhere, lick you everywhere, and watch you fall apart in my arms. I want to sleep in the bed with you after we’re done, our bodies exhausted with pleasure. Does that answer your question?”
Heather E. Andrews has been reading romance since the age of twelve. She lives as a disgruntled pug-mother in Albany, NY. She is the baby of nine children and slaves away taking care of her two entitled pugs and four spoiled guinea pigs. Her only escapes in life are reading, writing, and Star Trek reruns.