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The same fucking question from some fucking reporter for the last seventy years: "You guys are always touring, always on the road. Don't you get tired?" The reporter flashed his polished teeth, as if he knew what life was like rolling from town to town.
Before there were TV personalities with bulletproof hair, or newspaper hacks with ink-stained fingers, there were intrusive townspeople who weren't there for the music. Just to steal some of the glow.
Trevor Sand swirled the bourbon in his glass. The lights from the small television studio caught the ice, sparkling like heavy rain pierced by lightning. The TV man, Roger Toms, still smirked, waiting for an answer. The other uptight guest scowled in an ageless look of mocking disapproval. Morning talk shows. Little bumpers of relief for news channels that normally spread fear and images of lurid death. So maybe Trevor could give the viewers of this local LA station some relief. A little rock and roll to spike their coffee. And promoting the latest tour wouldn't hurt either. Bigger audiences brought more power.
Toasting Roger with his glass, Trevor gave him a wink. "I'll sleep when I'm facedown in a shallow grave."
He downed the bourbon in one gulp. As long as his guitar was strung and the crowd jumped as he lashed the music over them, he would never die. Some rock legends lived on in lore and recordings. Trevor and his supernatural brothers were near immortal.
"It's nine a.m." Roger glanced from the glass, then into the camera lens, where his audience probably didn't give a shit.
"Never wear a watch." Trevor set the glass down and ran his fingers along one of the leather necklaces he wore. Calluses from guitar strings dulled the sensation. "And morning's just a little sunlight if you haven't slept yet."
Roger shuffled some papers, searching for his next question. The other guest to Trevor's left, Mr. Carter or Mr. Cockblock or something like that, shifted in his seat uncomfortably like an unwilling visitor in a disease ward. Trevor had been through it all with these types before, but it was worth an awkward morning if it meant giving his fans a little thrill to see him on TV. After all, they kept him alive.
Finally, Roger found his inspiration. "Many of your songs are quite romantic." Clearly this fake-tan-coated television personality hadn't heard any of Trevor's songs. But he listed them anyway. One of his interns must've done the research. "'She's Incoming,' 'Love's Edge,' 'Spellcaster.'"
Mr. Cockblock made a small groan, as if he'd been run through with a broken sword.
Eager anticipation glinted in Roger's eye. The trap he'd set was about to be sprung, right there at the round table and three chairs of his live morning show segment.
Pressing, Roger continued. "Sounds like you're looking for true love out there. There's a woman with green eyes in more than one of your songs. Anyone in particular? With all this touring and gigs on the road, how is a rock and roller like Trevor Sand supposed to find the one?"
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Rock Star. Front man. Demon. A descendant of satyrs and the lead singer in a band that feeds on the energy of its audience, Trevor Sand is growing weary of the constant need to perform. He needs the legend of the Muse—a woman destined to be a demon’s eternal companion and only source of sustenance—to be true. Misty Grant has never been bold, but when Trevor singles her out among hundreds at a concert, she takes him up on his explicit offer. During an erotic night in his hotel room, she learns that his touch is as electric as his lyrics. But when Trevor’s demon is aroused, her desire turns to horror and she runs. Knowing that he’ll die if he loses her, Trevor must find Misty before his enemies do. But even if he can save her, he knows that regaining the trust of his fated Muse will be his greatest challenge. Review: This story has a rough, sexy, poetic vibe going on and I like it. It is a romance with sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll and the paranormal all rolled into one. I read some of the other reviews after reading the story and I have agree to disagree. Yes, the girl falls in love with a satyr in one night, but come on it is a romance and a paranormal one...you have to take a leap and enjoy the story for the story. If it was a contemporary I would probably say "no way", but even contemporary romances take a leap sometimes with believability. I loved the feel of this story for me it was raw and gritty, very primal. Using the lyrics throughout the story was a great way to make the story cohesive. The fight scenes were very strongly written and when Misty becomes stronger and fights along side Trevor it very powering for her as a person and now something more. Now, we cannot forget about the intimate scenes and man, are those wicked hot. Misty and Trevor's story was great and enjoyed their romance. I don't read too many romances written by men, that being said, I liked the masculine quality to the book. Enjoyed this story and writer and will gladly read more in this series when it comes out. 4 stars
Thought it was great. Very different than what i thought it would be. Liked having something different to read. Fun read.
Demons, rockers and Muses OH MY! Take a rocker romance, mix in some paranormal aspect, throw in some mythology and what you get is Heavy Metal Heart. Trevor is the lead singer in a rock band. He’s also a demon, descendant of satyrs, playing for thousands of years searching for his Muse. Misty is a human in a dead end job. A longtime fan of Trevor, she seeks an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity so see him perform in a small venue. When the two finally meet, it’s explosive. After a hot erotic night, Trevor knows Misty is his Muse and he will do anything to protect because without her he knows he will die, but first he must gain her trust. This eclectic combination of paranormal, mythology and rocker romance had so much potential. It started out great, hard rocking exciting. The band playing, hot sex, action fighting. Then part way through, it started losing its momentum. The story line was still good, it just seems the oomph that kept it edgy and entertaining kept waxing and waning through the story. Frankly, I think the combination of Paranormal and Mythology was kind of the downfall. At times, the myth portion would dominate others it was PN. While I do think they two can be combined, I never felt they blended seamlessly in this story. Despite my previous comments, oh the whole, I believe Heavy Metal Heart is a reasonably good book. It is definitely a good start to the Demon Rock series, which I plan to continue reading. I also looking forward to more Wolfgang and Lee possibly they find their Muses the next book. I received this book from JeepDiva for the express purposes of an honest review. The opinions and rating of this review are solely mine and in no way was I compensated. Stars – 3 Flames – 3