Title: Memphis Black
Series: Rockers of Steel #1
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: August 29, 2015
Synopsis
Together with his band mates—Finn, River, and Billy B—he takes some time for fun in the sun in Miami while gathering inspiration to finish their first full-length album. Some down time before hitting the road to tour the country, spreading their kind of rock like an STD.
Tallia Priest, a preacher’s daughter grew up next door to Madison Black, her polar opposite and very best friend. Tallia has harbored a crush on Madison’s older brother Memphis for a lifetime.
A boy like him would never notice a girl like her, yet he did … once.
After a tough freshman year of college, Madison invites Tallia to join her in Miami for a much needed break. Madison fails to mention they will be staying with ‘Steel Total Destruction.’
When Tallia arrives, there is no way for a stunned Memphis to miss the transformation of the once awkward, innocent girl next door.
Forbidden desires must be hidden, lines cannot be blurred, and no one can ever know.
Will the heat in Miami tempt them even further? Will buried secrets destroy lives? Can a broken heart ever be mended?
It’s all fun and games until someone gets rocked.
Available on Amazon and will be available everywhere... soon
Note from the author...
What you will get....
(All Alpha…)
Humour...
I look
in the mirror one last time, noticing my hair is longer on top than
it is on the sides. The gel I use to style it makes it look messy and
black instead of dark brown. With my black boots, I stand at
six-foot-three, and having spent an hour at the gym every night after
school, I finally have great definition. I’m stage ready.
I
walk out on stage with my guitar strung around my neck, pick in hand,
waiting for the nerves to consume me. But they don’t.
Why?
Because I’m a damn legend; that’s
why. The stadium is sold out, and the crowd is going wild.
“Hello,
New Jersey!” I hold the mic out for the crowd’s roar, and they
give me exactly what I want.
“I
am Memphis Black, lead singer and guitarist extraordinaire for—”
Fuck, I hate this part. What the hell is the band’s name?
“Black
Hawks,” my sister Madison whispers.
“The
Black Hawks!” I yell to the crowd.
“That
name is so lame.” I hear my sister’s friend Tally giggle.
“You
two, out.”
“No,
you said, if we videotaped this, you would—”
“Out!”
“Come
on, it’s our first dance. We need to learn how!” Madison stomps
her foot.
“Well,
you didn’t hold up your end of the deal, now did you?” I lift the
guitar strap over my head.
“Come
on, please,” Madison says with huge eyes.
“Yeah,
please,” Tally joins her.
I
consider telling them to fuck off, but they would tell Mom. I
consider a simple no, but they’d tell her that, too. Therefore, I
choose the safest answer.
“Fine.
But you both have to shut the hell up.”
Tally
covers her mouth, looking horrified. The girl is a train wreck in
epic, adolescent proportion. She has kinky brown curls and a ribbon
always wrapped around her head. Freckles bridge her nose and dot her
face, and she always wears cartoon character T-shirts. Today, it’s
Care Bears.
“What
now, Tales?” I huff.
“You
said—”
“Hell?”
I laugh.
She
giggles again. “Yeah, you did.”
“You
know what? I think the both of you should just stay home. All
freshman girls do at a dance is stand in a corner, giggle, and look
like dweebs.” I look at my sister. “Mads, if a boy asks you to
dance, you’ll start laughing and snorting.” Next, I point at her
friend. “Tall, you’ll get some big-ass grin.” I roll my eyes
when she covers her mouth again. The little girl can’t handle a
curse word to save her life. “Just keep smiling and laughing, and
they’ll think there’s something wrong up in those crazy heads of
yours. Besides, you’re both in that—I don’t know—the awkward
stage: braces, boobs just budding …”
Tally
covers her mouth again, while Madison starts to get really pissed
off.
“I
mean, look at that hair. Mads, you’re so used to wearing a ball cap
you have permanent hat head. And you—” I can’t resist taking
one more shot at Tally—“how the hell are you gonna get a comb
through that kinky mess before Saturday?”
That’s
when Madison finally screams for Mom. Tally just looks at me like
that cat from the cartoon, the one with the big, green guy. Shrek?
Yeah, Shrek. Puss, Puss in Boots. That’s what her face looks like.
Looking
back at her, I almost feel kind of bad for giving them a hard time.
Mom
comes in then and gives me the third degree. She tells me, “Girls
are sensitive when they’re going through changes,” and that I
should ‘be
more thoughtful.’
Finally,
I can’t take it anymore.
“Okay,
Mom, fine. I will buy into their little girl fantasies about that
girl with the blue dress, the one with the mice that turn into
horses—”
“Cinderella.”
In spite of herself, my mom laughs.
“Yeah,
her.”
Her
face goes from amused to suspicious. “What exactly are they doing
in your room, anyway?”
“They
were supposed to be taping my performance.”
I
try not to smile as she gives me that look. I know exactly what she’s
about to say: that my rock star fantasies are just as lame as some
dumb fairytale with talking mice.
“It’s
not the same thing, Mom. This is my dream,
something I can actually make into a career one
day.”
“I
know, Memphis.” She pats my back, smiling. “But maybe their dream
is to dance.”
Some
more.....
“Damn,
check out that little peach,” River says when he meets up with us,
running his hands back and forth through his hair, ridding it of some
of the Atlantic. He points to a chick laid out on a beach towel, all
oiled up, top already undone, and she is turning around to lie on her
back.
“Oh,
fuck no.” I almost laugh as we get past her, heading for the
volleyball net.
“Sascrotch,”
Finn mumbles under his breath.
We
all bust up laughing.
“She’s
hot and all, but who the fuck doesn’t look in the mirror and see
they need a fucking trim before—”
“That’s
more than a trim, man; that would require a bush hog,” I laugh.
“She’s
a moped,” River chimes in. “I’d ride the hell out of her for
fun, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t want any one of you to see me on
her.”
“Hair
grows there for a reason,” Billy says.
“So
does facial hair, man, but you trim that shit so you don’t look
like a mountain man.”
Heart
“One
day, your father caught me watching you and said, ‘Do you know what
happens to sinners, young man?’ I told him no, I didn’t. I was a
kid! He looks at me and says, ‘They burn in hell.’
“I
fucking laughed in his face. Hell, he preached God’s love and was
pegging me at ten years old as a sinner. He didn’t think that shit
was funny. I wasn’t thinking about banging you back then, Tales. I
was fucking ten.
“He
told me, ‘If you have sexual desires for her, you best get down on
your knees and pray, young man.’” Memphis shakes his head. “I
had no clue what he was talking about. Sex was far from my mind. I
was into Legos or some other shit my old man bought, promising he’d
spend time doing it with me and then bailing."
And... HEAT
“You
looking for a fight? ’Cause you’ve got one,” Ricky snaps.
Finn
steps between them. “Walk, man, while you can.”
Memphis
looks at me. “If we’re gonna be playing around for the next
couple of days, it’s one on one, you feel me?”
“I
was just dancing.” I blush and look to see if Mads is watching
this. She’s not; she’s dancing with River and Billy.
“That
wasn’t dancing, Tallia. That was fucking foreplay,” he says,
stepping into my space as “Teacher” by Nick Jonas starts. He then
takes my hands and puts them on his hips. “Your little hands go
here, not on his, feel me?”
I
nod as he places his hands over mine and drags them up under his
shirt as his hips start swaying to the music.
As
Nick’s voice booms “Oh my, oh my, oh my God” over the speakers,
Memphis’s hips circle while he moves down slowly until he is hip
level with my hands on his shoulders. I close my eyes and start
swaying as his hands run up the back of my thighs and stop right
below my butt. Then he lifts the hem of my tank top with his nose and
runs it across my stomach before I feel his tongue against my skin.
My
knees weaken, and I clutch his incredibly strong shoulders while he
continues to lick, kiss, and graze his teeth across my now exposed
flesh. He senses it and places a kiss on my hip as he slowly kisses
up my side and then turns me so my back is against his body. He takes
my hands in his and runs them up my body as he sings, “So let me
teach ya,” in my ear, sending chills all over my body.
My
hands now rub up my front and over my chest, and he groans in my ear.
“So
let me teach ya,” he sings again, my hands now behind his neck.
“Hold
tight; don’t let go,” he commands against my neck. “Rock with
me.”
He
sways, and I follow his lead as his hands grip my hips and pull me
toward his hard body. And his body is hard everywhere.
~~~
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