Nineteen year old Avery Jones can play the guitar as well as any guy. Better Even.
Brutal Strength, one of the biggest bands around, needs a new lead guitarist.
Seems like the perfect fit, except for one big problem. Temperamental lead singer Marcus Anthony won't allow a woman in his band.
Read Love Evolution, a rock 'n roll adaptation of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night.
Love Revolution Book #2
The wheels of love are always turning at Black Cat Records. Things are just starting to settle down there, but two Texas sisters are fixin’ to stir things up again at the Vancouver record label. CEO Mary Timmons sets spirited country superstar, Sara Daniels, on a collision course with cocky rocker, Chris Alex. Meanwhile, Brutal Strength’s suave drummer, JR, has his head turned by pretty young intern, Samantha Daniels. Do all their highways lead to happiness or will the wheels fly off when the sisters’ tragic past comes back to haunt them?
Love Revolution is a rock ‘n roll romance inspired by Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing and is the second book in the Black Cat Records Trilogy.
Love Resolution Book #3
To forgive or not to forgive…
There’s a storm brewing at Black Cat Records and lead singer Marcus Anthony and guitarist Avery Jones are at the center of it.
Brutal Strength is leaving Vancouver and heading out on a big stadium tour with the reprobate rockers from Tempest as their opening act.
Avery is forced to deal with a troubling figure from her past while being pursued by Tempest’s tatted bad boy, Bryan ‘Bullet’ Jackson.
Meanwhile, Marcus must battle his own internal demons as well as this rival for Avery’s affection.
Can Avery and Marcus keep their fairy tale happily ever after together when the prevailing winds of the real world are against them?
Love Resolution is the third book in the Black Cat Records series.
**A new adult contemporary novel with mature subject matter**
Interview with Avery and Marcus
“Good Afternoon. I’m Lisa from Three Chicks. Jen and Kristie are covering another interview, so they won't be joining us today. I just wanted to say congratulations on your
engagement. Have you set a date? Are you thinking of having a big bash or
something quiet and intimate?”
“Thank you,” Marcus says. Not a man of many words. It’s
obvious the adoration the handsome dark haired lead singer of Brutal Strength
has for the woman on the overstuffed leather couch beside him. His sky blue
eyes sparkle as he shifts closer to the flame haired beauty. He threads his
fingers together with hers, pulls their intertwined hands to his mouth and
presses a long lingering kiss on Avery’s knuckles. Twin spots of color appear
on the recently turned twenty year old guitarist’s cheeks. Marcus lifts a brow
as he pulls back and stares at her.
I use my iPad to fan down the heat on my own face. I feel
like I’ve intruded on something extremely intimate and intense. Damn. There’s some serious chemistry
between these two.
I clear my throat.
Avery’s emerald eyes flick to mine. “What was your
question?” she asks.
Now I’ve forgotten too. I look down at my notes and repeat
the question about the wedding date and the type of wedding they plan to have.
“Oh.” Avery suddenly seems a little unsure. “No. We haven’t
made any firm plans.”
Hmm, I think.
That’s kind of unusual. I lean forward in my upholstered chair and address
Marcus. “What was it about Avery that captured your heart and made you change
your life around?”
His expression turns serious, the playfulness that had been
there a moment before erased. “Her soul speaks to mine. There’s a connection,
an understanding between us that deepened during the songwriting process for
the Love Evolution CD.” He lifts a
tendril of her auburn hair and sifts it through his fingers. Her eyes flutter
closed and I hear a soft sigh escape her lips. Another long glance is exchanged
between the two. “Avery’s a gorgeous, capable, intriguing, generous, talented,
and loving woman. I’m a very fortunate man.”
I lean forward, grab the bottled water from the coffee table
that separates my chair from theirs. I take a sip letting the chilled liquid
moisten my parched throat. “Avery,” I say and she turns her attention back to
me. “How is your father doing?”
She stiffens ever so slightly, almost like she’s nervous.
“He’s fine.”
It doesn’t appear as though I’m going to get much more from
her than that. I shift my tactic. Maybe I can get her to talk about her
brother. “Now that Justin seems to be standing on his own two feet again, will
he be joining you on tour?”
She shakes her head, the glow from the pendant lights above
creating shimmers of gold in her copper hair. “Justin is his own person. You’d
have to ask him what his plans are.”
“Ok. Fair enough.” I scroll to the next question for Marcus.
“Everyone has their demons to face. Yours are just much more public. Why do you
think that you have had issues with sobriety, both before and after you met
Avery?”
“That’s a pretty personal question.” Marcus hits me with a
hard stare, his jaw rigid. I can tell he’s grinding his teeth together. “My
problems with substance abuse have nothing to do with Avery. It’s my own burden
to bear. It’s not her responsibility to keep me sober. It’s my own. But I’d be
lying if I didn’t admit that having her in my life makes it easier to stay away
from the stuff.”
Good answer, I
think. “Avery, do you ever see yourself touring without Brutal Strength?”
She tilts her chin up to look at him. He gives her a subtle
nod. Something is communicated between the two of them without words. “I’m considering
the possibility, but haven’t made my final decision yet.”
“Marcus,” I ask. “What were you thinking when you acted like
such an asshat to Avery after your accident?”
Six feet of lean sculpted male suddenly tenses before my
eyes. I hear Avery’s sharp intake of breath. “Sorry, Ace,” he apologizes,
loosening the grip of his fingers from hers. He focuses his attention on me.
His expression is dark, but for a brief moment I’m sure I saw something
vulnerable flash in those gorgeous eyes of his. “Obviously, I wasn’t thinking.
Not rationally that’s for sure.” He pins me with an enigmatic gaze. “Haven’t
you ever done something that you regretted, but thought was the right thing to
do at the time?”
Avery puts her hand on his thigh. He covers it with his own.
A little nervous now, I nevertheless plunge right onto the next difficult
question. “Avery, what made you madder, thinking that Marcus actually did what
he wanted you to believe he did or finding out the truth?”
Solemn green eyes lock with mine. A moment passes, then
another. Marcus throws an arm around her, squeezes her shoulder, and then
frowns at me. “Next question,” he growls.
I straighten my shoulders. I’m not afraid of him. I give it
to him both barrels loaded. “What was going through your head when you saw
Avery in the hotel room with Bryan?”
His dark eyebrows lift. “I have no idea how you know about
that. But I can tell you it made me sick, physically ill. Basically, I felt the
same way she felt about Adrienne I imagine. Devastated. Betrayed. It’s no more
than I deserved though.” He turns to look back at her. She reaches up and
strokes his cheek. They seem to forget that I’m even there. Watching them
interact it’s hard to believe all the rumors flying around about groupies and
affairs.
“Marcus, if Avery hadn’t taken you back, what other tricks
did you have up your sleeve to win her heart?”
“I would have done whatever it took.” His voice is low, his
expression intense. “Anything.”
I get a chill from the look he gives me. I rub my arms and
turn back to Avery. “What is your relationship like with Bryan Jackson these
days?”
I notice Marcus watching her carefully even though I can
tell he’s trying to pretend he’s not worried about her answer.
“We haven’t really talked much since New York,” Avery
replies, pausing as if she’s choosing her next words carefully. “He was a good
friend when I needed one.”
“Ok you guys. I’m sorry I had to ask all those hard
questions. The rest of these are a lot lighter.” Marcus still looks wary, but
Avery gives me a soft smile. “Music is a huge part of your lives. Who were the
influences of your career? We know your first answer would be Van Halen, but
besides them?”
“Our moms,” Avery answers. “Marcus’ mom is a high school
band director. Mine was a professional musician. I think it would be fair to
say our love of music can be attributed to them.”
“Both of you have your whole lives ahead of you, but do you
think you want children someday and how many?” I ask.
Marcus looks at Avery smiling widely for the first time in
the interview. I see that cute one sided dimple that I’d been warned is
impossible to resist. True. I smile
back as he answers.
“Yes. Eventually. Lots.” He laughs.
“Avery, you have a wonderful relationship with Marcus’
family, especially his mom. Why do you think you feel so comfortable with them
and them with you?”
“It has nothing to do with me,” Avery replies. “It’s all
them. If you’d met them you’d understand immediately. They’re such a warm,
welcoming family.”
“What’s the one song that best describes your relationship?”
They answer together with shared smiles. “Shelter.”
“What’s one word that best describes the other?”
Avery’s hands frame Marcus’ face. “Incredible.”
He kisses her parted lips and breathes, “Generous.”
“Last one. Where do you see yourselves in five years?”
“Just like we are now.” Marcus stands, reaches back his
hand, and pulls Avery to her feet. As they walk away hand in hand, I find
myself hoping he’s right.
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