I thought it was about time I gave you a face for the Loving All Wrong title, ICE STEAM, a new adult love-triangle I had a blast writing! I mean, come on, I'm writing about two different rock bands.
The story kept coming. So much so that I had to break it into a two-part sequel! OFF HER ROCKERS is in the grind. But for now, here's ICE STEAM'S cover. Eeep!
Hope you like it :)
Two rockers. Two different bands. One girl.
I sent him off to be a star, to chase his dreams. I placed mine on hold so he could have his. He kissed me, made love to me, and promised he’d come back. He lied…
The original plan was to show up and steal him back. But in the process, I inadvertently fell hard for another rocker. Now, I’m in deep with both of them. I love one with my heart. I love the other with my soul.
I’m selfish. I’m greedy. I want to keep them both.
They want me to choose.
How dare they. How dare they ask me to choose. If I give my heart up, I’ll lose my soul. If I give my soul up, I lose my heart. Yet I’m terrified if I don’t make a decision, I’ll lose them both.
Awesomesaucery UPDATE #1: CHAD'S CHASE is now available for Pre-Order!
Want CHAD'S CHASE to appear on your e-reader the second it goes live? Then head on over to Amazon and PRE-ORDER your copy!
It's only 2.99, lovelies <3
I'm waiting for it to go live on other outlets (I publish through Smashwords to get on other outlets, so it takes time). Links coming soon :)
I don't know how this book is gonna turn out on the market, because this publishing biz is seriously unpredictable, and hard as hell (for some, at least), but I can tell you this:
I. LOVE. THIS. BOOK.
Here's a teaser for ya:
UPDATE #2: Mr. Mysterious in Black is currently undergoing intensive edits--YES, I read my bad reviews, too. The helpful bad reviews, not the mean, hateful ones from bitter people, and I listen. I mean, have you seen the Goodreads page for that book? It's a disaster; I don't check it out anymore. Nuh-uh.
So yeah, in 2-3 weeks, a more, uh, readable, simplistic copy of Mr. Mysterious in Black will be up. For those who have already bought it, your copy will be updated by Amazon. Don't worry, I'm not changing the story at all, just simplifying the writing style.
He wants to claim her, possess her, rename her... But she has a different agenda...
Chadrick needs to die. I’m ruined. My life is ruined. Because of him. Soulless, heartless, unremorseful, he took everything from me. Everything. Now, I’m after his soul. And no, I will not allow his good looks, suave style, or panty-incinerating body to distract or dissuade me. Nor will I allow his deadly dark eyes to scare me. Unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of him. The. Chase. Is. On.
Jhay needs saving. I’ve ruined her life. She’s lost, roaming the darkness all on her own, because of me. Bitter, impulsive, seething with revenge, she thinks she hates me. Thinks she wants me dead. I know I should kill her. Kill or be killed, right? Except, I can’t. I’m shot down. Infatuated. I’ve always been. And while she’s after my life, I’m after her heart. The. Chase. Is. On.
Note: Despite the blurb, I neverwrite a male POV in first person present tense. For me, all male POVs (esp. the Hero's) has to be in third person. So please do not expect a first person POV from Chad.
Good guys lie, because their ‘good’ reputation makes it so easy.
Arseholes never lie. Because they have no reason to. They don’t care about your ‘feelings’. They just slap ya’ with the hard truths.
And nothing hurts more than the truth, right?
So basically, Hard Truth is an arsehole’s most precious weapon.
I wish I’d known all this. I wouldn’t have been so distrustful, nagging, annoying, and jealous. I wouldn’t have been the girlfriend every guy hates to have.
Keeping Jahleel shouldn’t have been that hard. I had him. He was mine. He loved me. He assured me of this. Over and over. And I should’ve believed. I should’ve kept my mouth—and legs—shut. I should’ve believed when he told me he was mine, and mine alone.
A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession...
I’m an idiot. I’m too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live. I lack common sense.
I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.
What’s worst? He didn’t even notice me.
Yep. You guessed right: I’m delusional. I’m obsessed. I’m a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.
I’ve allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.
But I won’t apologize for it. I won’t apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston. I’ve loved him at first sight. I’ve loved him for five empty years. I’ve loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.
I love him even now.
My name is Saskia Day. I’m British. I’m famous. I’m stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.