Thursday, January 23, 2014

Rockin' the Heart by Gracen Miller Blog Tour

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We hope you have enjoyed it so far and hope you enjoy this one. We have an excerpt and we asked Gracen about the top 10 books that have made an impact on her life.
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If music nourishes the soul…

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans.

A man can desire nothing else…or can he?

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody…
Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.

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Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god. “Wanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair. Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them. She’d expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her. If Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all. Gut hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?” Knowing he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister. His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition—ired. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired. “Not this time, Samantha.” She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her. “You been drinking?” “You know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice. “Drugs?” She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response. “This type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion. Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion. Living under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a kid. She’d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen. Sheesh! Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation. Once she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh. “The only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.” “Thanks for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself. Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning. ‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s sister is at it again!’ They’d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment. Have at it you fucks. Can’t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band? Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group. She’d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name. The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again. Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have in a world where she didn’t belong.

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites: WEBSITE FACEBOOK

10 Books that Impacted my Life in Some Way

10…The Shining by Stephen King. No book, but The Shining has ever had the ability to scare me. Didn’t help that I was in a hotel at the time of reading the scene where there is a ghost in the hotel bath because she committed suicide in the tub. I don’t think I’ll ever stay in a hotel ever again without wondering if someone died in the room. Thank you Stephen King for screwing with my psyche like that!!!

9…The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner. This was the first book I recall reading on my own as a kid. I was in third grade and checked it out of the school library. I read it at least a handful of times and then spent months fantasizing I was one of the boxcar children. The idea of living in a boxcar and depending on one another appealed to me.

8…Fires of Winter by Johanna Lindsey. I’ve no idea why this one appealed to me, but I’ve read it at least 4 or 5 times. I have all of her books and this one is my favorite by her and just thinking about it makes me want to read it again.

7…Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. This is one sick and twisted book! I read it in the 10th book I read by V.C. Andrews. I hope I’ve forgotten most of it since then. I’m still trying to figure out why the school considered this approved reading material!

6…Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. Even if a smidgeon of this history is accurate, it’s a great look into what life might’ve been like then. Ayla’s adventures and her strength to endure will always touch a deep part of my soul.

5…The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower series) by Stephen King. Again I can’t say why this book and series appealed to me, but I think some of it has to do with the fantasy element and the adventure they take in order to save the world.

4…The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. My favorite book of the entire Lord of the Rings series. More love going out to my adventure books because this one gave it to me in spades.

3…The Stand by Stephen King. Since I was a child I’ve had apocalyptic dreams. So it’s no surprise that I have a love for reading apocalyptic stories and this one will always be one that haunts me.

2…The Bible. Yes, this particular Book has affected my entire life, from birth through current years and I imagine it’ll follow me to my grave. Not to get preachy, but I’m Southern and grew up in the Bible belt. My roots are in the Bible. I grew up being spoon-fed Christian doctrine. That doesn’t make me a bible toting, holier than thou, verse-spewing Christian. Seriously, read what I write and you’ll know that’s not me. I’m often uncomfortable discussing religion in general with people because I believe everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and my grade and was so horrified by the story that it was the first and last beliefs shoul dn’t sway an individual one way or another. Many Christians judge me because of what I write. I’m a sinner in their eyes. And I’m okay with that. There were several Biblically based ideas that found it’s way into my Road to Hell series thanks to Sunday School classes I attended. Proof ideas can come from anywhere!

1…The Flame and the Flower by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. It was the first romance book I read and it sparked my love of romance. I’ve read it at least a dozen times. Without it’s influence, I doubt I’d be a romance author, but would probably only be writing horror.

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