Sexiest Rock Stars (And What Makes Them So Hot!) with Dawn Ryder
Rock Stars…some are just lick-able….
Let’s face it, there is something about a man in
leather, who can bring a stadium to its feet. I know there are all sorts
of different music out there but heavy metal in all its formats has a
certain, gut-wrenching appeal that just gets
girls wanting to squeal. So here’s one of my favorites:
David Bowie – Okay, I’m an 80’s child and there was
this little movie called “Labyrinth.” Now I don’t care if you hated the
Muffat/D&D/Princess Bride concoction that was this movie, there was
one thing that made it worth your attention…David
Bowie in Regency garb. And when he opened his mouth and those deep
vocals came out with a rhythm that had you squirming in your seat…well,
he made my top three male singer list for sure. Besides, his Goblin King
makeup was amazing and I actually based a lot
of Syon, the hero of Rock Me Two Times, on this character.
There are so many types of passion, and music is
one that the world stops and listens to. If I’m lucky, someday, one of
my books will captivate a reader just as completely as some of the great
songs out there that everyone knows.
Dawn Ryder
ISBN: 9781492616764
Pubdate: November 3, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance
Imprint: Sourcebooks Casablanca
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Summary
First in Dawn Ryder’s sizzling new Rock Band series.
Rock star Syon Braden writes and plays the most
extreme—and profitable—music from the depths of his shredded heart. He’s
got a double platinum record, adoring fans, and success for his band
Toxsin—but it’s what he can’t have that he craves.
Custom leather designer Kate Napier has her sights set on success, and
that means keeping irresistible rock stars like Syon out of her bed. The
chance to tour with the band and provide them with a fantastic custom
wardrobe is too major an opportunity to turn
down. But immersion in the dark, wild world of Toxsin on tour means
Kate’s about to get rocked…hard…body and soul.
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Excerpt
The Staples Center was roaring.
It sounded like a
tsunami coming in, or a freight train passing three feet in front of her
face. It was more than sound; there was a vibration that traveled
through her body, all the way down to her bones. There
was a current in the air that practically crackled with excitement.
The
bodyguard-slash-security guy showed Kate up to a private box. She
followed because she didn’t want to squeal like a little girl and ask to
be taken home.
She’d never lost her head like this before.
It was embarrassing on
an epic scale. She was pissed at herself for rolling over so easily for a
man who wouldn’t recall her name by the end of the night.
The box had plush seats
and an open rail overlooking the stage. The lights went down, and the
drummer started up. The beat was infectious, taking over her heart until
she was sure the muscle was keeping the same
rhythm.
The crowd roared again,
thrusting their hands up into the air as two guitars joined the
drummer. Her nipples puckered again, her memory offering up an image of
Syon arching back as he played those final chords.
It was like he was pushing the music out of himself, almost as if he
were giving birth.
On stage, he was just as raw.
Syon took command of the space completely. The audience ate him up.
And were they screaming.
Syon worked them just as skillfully as he did his guitar. He really was
lord of all he surveyed. Kate discovered herself leaning forward, being
drawn toward the spellbinding energy
pulsing on the stage. Sitting still was impossible; her body wanted to
move in time with the notes Syon was wringing out of his instrument. She
became fixated on his hands; the way he worked his fingers was
downright dominant.
Her teeth were clenched by the time the last song finished, she was panting softly and felt wrung out.
But it was fucking
wonderful. She was drifting on a high and collapsed back into her padded
chair, her composure scattered around her like fall leaves. She felt
spent but amped up at the same time.
Fangirls were definitely climbing the respect ladder in her book.
Okay, so she was
drooling over a rock star like some high schooler, but at least
B.O.B.—her battery-operated boyfriend —was waiting for her at home. All
in all, the buzz was worth the slightly stinging blow to
her pride, because in some corner of her mind, she believed she should
be grown-up enough to realize fantasies weren’t mature. So
disappointment wouldn’t stalk her in the wee hours of the night.
A hollow feeling in her gut warned her she was hoping in vain.
As Syon and the rest of
the band left the stage, Kate indulged herself in a long moment of
reflection. Syon had worked that guitar until it wailed. He had to be
hell in bed if he applied even half that effort
to pleasing his partner.
“So, what’d you think?”
She jumped, grabbing
the armrests of the movie theater-style chair. Her eyes popped open
wide, and her belly did a triple flip when she found Syon watching her.
“Ah…” Her tongue
suddenly felt like a wad of cotton in her mouth as she scrambled to
stand up and turn around to face him. “It was fantastic…”
He grinned at her, a huge, arrogantly pleased expression that showed off his perfect teeth.
God, she wondered if he knew how to bite…
Dawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of
a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing
her stories for over eight years to a growing and appreciative audience.
She is commercially published in mass market
and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases.
She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other
authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.
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