Erotic, Rockstar, Rockstar Romance, Erotic Romance, Bad Boy, Strong Female Lead, Female Rock Star, Gritty Romance, Angst, Comedy
This box set includes the first four books of The Guitar Face Series.
Guitar Face (Book One):
My story is not one for the faint of hearts. It’s beautifully gritty, and heartbreakingly tragic. I was born into the world of rock-n-roll, a mere girl who only wanted to have her very own guitar face. Somewhere in between all the amps, cords, and guitars I found my place. I was born to make music and bring the masses to their knees… until, I wasn’t anymore. Until the thought of doing all of this without him made me sick to my stomach.
I thought I could escape rock-n-roll, but I can’t. My brother is a rock star and all the friends we have are connected to this business one way or another. I have a feeling I’ll get sucked back in, but I’m scared I won’t survive it. Perhaps I have a better chance at surviving rock-n-roll than I do Jagger Carlyle. Jag is my brother’s best friend, and fellow vocalist and guitarist for their band Broken Access. I’ve loved him since I was a girl, but this industry and my own fear of rejection kept me from acting on it all these years. When the sparks start to ignite and the world attempts to keep us apart, I wonder if love is enough.
My story will bring you to tears from both sadness… and Kip. Kip is an idiot, plain and simple, but he’s my best friend. He has a habit of waking me up with trashy Euro porn, and always knows the most inappropriate things to say. He’s a drummer by night, and my partner-in-crime by day. I should’ve fallen in love with him, but he never shuts up. He’s always my rock, and when Jagger rips me in two, Kip is the one at my side.
There’s No Crying in Rock-n-Roll (Book Two):
Henley Hendrix, Queen of Rock-n-Roll, finds her world shattered again. She attempts to pick up the pieces of her life, but finds it difficult to claim her title in the world of rock when her personal life is turned upside down. Life begins to spin out of control, and so does her behavior. The Guitar Goddess loses her footing on reality when she feels betrayal from everyone she thought loved her. As the turmoil seems to proliferate, so does her attitude and conduct. Will she find herself amid all the chaos, or will the bright lights consume her?
Walking Back to Georgia (Book Three):
I died, and when I woke up in a Los Angeles hospital my best friend walked away from me. It wasn’t quite the welcoming back to the world of the living I thought I’d receive, but it rattled me. My dead best friend led me back to Georgia to get my life together, and while I’m working on it trouble follows me. I try to keep my distance from Jagger and company while I chase after sobriety, but a friend pops back into my life and a private moment is leaked to the world. One of the people I never thought would walk away from me did exactly that. I deal with rejection the best way I can, but before I can clear my head Cory and I are looking down the wrong end of a barrel and I’m forced to fight for my life. We complete our new studio album which means Broken Access and Abandoned Shadow will travel on a promotional tour to tell everyone we’re playing a world tour. While on the promotional tour, I run into jungle peepers, a riot of fans chasing me, a 1% motorcycle club and a one-eyed teddy bear, and two men fighting over me. I keep my head high through the drama, but then I’m asked to be in a steamy video for Broken Access which can only mean more trouble for me. Just when I figured out how to be the best version of me I can be and how to stay healthy, my eyes are open to something I never thought was possible. I must understand the difference between love and lust, and accept that I need a healthy relationship where I’m free to be me.
River of Deceit (Book Four):
Kip Paxton may be the perfect man. He’s a sexy, tattooed, foul-mouthed, drummer god for Broken Access, and if that wasn’t enough he snagged the Guitar Goddess herself. Where one door opens in life, another closes, and sometimes other doors burst wide open.
This set will be FREE March 3 – 7, 2016.
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Excerpt:
Koi
“Mamaaaaaaaa!”
“Just killed a maaaaannnn!”
What the fuck is that sound?
“Put a gun against his head! Sho’ as fuck did!”
“Mamaaaaaaaa!”
“It’s not time for mama yet, Hen!”
Jesus Christ.
I hear doors opening and what could never be mistaken for drunken laughter fills the hotel hallway.
“Memphissssssssssssssss! Hahahaha I sound like ssssnake,” Henley slurs obnoxiously loud.
“You drunk, Hen?” Memphis asks.
“Reesy cup! Where ya been?” she yells.
“Hey Hen! How ya feeling?” Rhys asks.
“Grrrrrreat! Haha now I sound like Tony the Tiger. You were wrong Kip, I’m a fucking shape shifter! The jungle peepers ain’t got shit on me,” she garbles.
I get up and open my door to see what in the hell she’s gotten herself into now. Her and Kip and a fucking huge ass teddy bear are sitting on a bellhop cart, with the bellboy behind them.
“Ma’am would you like me to push you to your room?” the amused bellboy asks.
“Yesssssssssss!” she laughs. “Snakey Henley!”
“Henley I was fucking singing!” Kip adds.
The bellboy slowly pushes them down the long hallway from the elevator. As loud as they were I was sure they would’ve been closer to my room. Who in the hell let Kip and Henley get drunk together? I mean listen to the following phrase, “Henley and Kip got drunk together in New York City… with no supervision.” Does that sound like a good idea to you?
“What the fuck?” Jagger says as he comes from the room beside mine.
“Gonna be a long night,” Camden adds with a smile on his face.
“Put a gun against his head!” Kip sings.
“You already sang that line dip shit,” Henley advises.
“Uh… fuck… Pulled my gun, now he’s dead!” Kip sings the correct line.
The bellboy is having a difficult time pushing these two and the bear without spilling them out, so with sluggishness he finally reaches us. The sober people in the hallway burst into laughter. They’re both wearing trucker hats, mustaches, and leather vests. Jesus Christ, looking down at these two reminds me of a time when we were fifteen years old. The only thing missing from this bellhop cart is Caleb.
Before I step into their space I can smell the tequila drifting in the air. Henley plus Kip plus a big ass teddy bear that appears to have one eye missing plus copious amounts of tequila plus NYC is a combination for disaster.
Cory emerges from his room and Joe follows behind from his own room.
Cory leans down to Henley, “You’re in big trouble missy.”
“Nuh-uh,” she argues.
“How much did you drink?” Joe asks.
Kip and Henley both count their fingers and somewhere around seven she drops her hands and sticks out her bottom lip and says, “Just a little.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say.
“Okay! Fine! I drank a little more than a little,” she nods as if that’s her story and she’s sticking to it.
Seeing my sister like this is oddly refreshing. She looks so fucking happy and sunny. She’s been a little different since she’s been back from Columbia and she’s handled shit like the old Henley would. I know we each grow from the tragedies and mistakes in our lives and we can never go back after some of the things we endure, and she’ll never be the young twenty-two year old girl she was the night Caleb died. I get that, but damn it’s good to see part of her is still in there.
“How much is a little more than a little?” Joe asks.
“A whole lot?” she smiles and bats her eyes at him.
Joe smiles down at her, “Yeah? It’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow, girl.”
“Nuh-uh. I’m a shape shifter so I can shape shift out of a hangover now,” she says serious as can be.
“Is that right?” Rhys asks.
“Mama, life had just begun! But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away!” Kip sings at the tops of his lung.
“Bruh, my ear drums!” Cam says.
“Yeah, well I was in this hallway with Henley and Godzilla Bear first. We had the hallway all to ourselves and then all you assholes show up and ruin all the fun. So, if you don’t mind I shall continue singing the song of my people,” Kip slurs.
“What kind of disguise are you two wearing?” Rhys asks.
“I told people Henley was a she-man, and she stopped taking her hormones so her facial hair grew back but the tits stayed. Thank fuck for that, right?” Kip answers Rhys.
“Fucking A,” Rhys answers.
“What happened to the bear’s eye?” I ask.
“He needed more character. He just looked like a regular teddy bear and that just wouldn’t do. There was a guy at the bar who had some crazy motorcycle vest on and something about Angels… anyhow,” Kip begins.
“The Hell’s Angels?” Cam clarifies.
“Uh, yeah, maybe, anyways his name was… oh yeah, I remember it was Sticker. So Sticker was quite amused by our disguises and our enormous bear. We got to talking and thought if he was gonna be a biker bear he should have more character. Henley decided Sticker should cut his eye out. Makes him look rugged and tough like a biker. He can’t be no pansy ass bear with biker parents like us,” Kip answers.
“You aren’t bikers,” Cory says.
“Shut up Cory. You’re ruining the dream man. Hen’s a shapeshifter now, so she’s a biker when she wants to be and Sticker said I have enough tats to join up,” Kip explains.
“So you let a Hell’s Angel by the name of Sticker cut out the teddy bear’s eye?” I ask.
“Yup. We were living the life tonight boys. Ain’t that right, Hen?”
“Sticker was the shit,” she answers.
“Sticker figured out who Henley really was. She had to remove the disguise momentarily and shift back into rock star mode so she could take pics with him and his friends. It was epic,” Kip continues.
“Did his friends have on leather vests too and names like Blade, Tank, Renegade, Killer, or Skinny?” Joe asks.
“Actually one was named Blade,” Kip says.
“Their vests were so cool. I even got to take a picture with Sticker’s friend’s vest on,” Henley adds.
“So let me get this straight, you went to a bar in New York City, got trashed, hung out with the Hell’s Angels, took pictures with them out of disguise, and put one of their vests on?” Cam asks her.
“Yeah I put on Veep’s vest and don’t forget Sticker cut out Godzilla Bear’s eye.
We gotta get him a patch,” she answers.
“Wait what? You put on the Veep’s vest?” Cory asks.
“Yup, he was quite smitten with her. Can we get back to singing Bohemian Rhapsody now?” Kip asks.
“You put a Hell’s Angel’s Vice President’s vest on?” Cory asks.
“No, I put on Veep’s vest,” Hen corrects.
“Jesus Christ,” I say.
“Hen, the Hells Angel’s are a 1% motorcycle club,” Cory explains.
“What’s that?” she asks
“They kill people. Did you see anyone with a 1% patch?” Cory asks.
“Yup. Veep had one. I told them I killed someone so it would scare them, though,” she answers.
“You did what?” I ask.
“Yup. Told them what that ass fuck stalker did to me and how I kicked his ass, Cash chewed him up, I hit the fucker in the balls with the end of my shotgun, and then emptied 10 forty cals into his ass. Veep was impressed. I should get a 1% patch,” she winks.
“They kill people?” Kip asks.
“Yes. They kill other outlaw bikers and sometimes civilians who get mixed up with them,” Cory advises.
“That’s so fucking cool,” Kips says.
“Way cooler than jungle peepers. At least they have cool tattoos and vests. The jungle peepers eat people,” Henley adds.
“DO NOT start the jungle peeper shit again! I’ll end up with fucking malaria or Ebola!” Joe yells.
Then we all burst into laughter. I mean we laugh so hard and so long we end up on the floor. My ribs hurt so badly, but I can’t stop because Kip and Henley got trashed in a bar where they told people she was a she-man. They hung out with the Hells Angels who cut out the teddy bear’s eye, and now they want an eye patch for him. My sister posed as herself with 1% bikers and they were fucking smitten with her. Smitten! I told you this would be disastrous.
“You’re hurting Godzilla Bear’s feelings. We really need to get him a patch tomorrow, Kip,” Henley says with furrowed brows.
“Hey bellboy,” Kips says as he leans in the cart and then falls out of it.
That only causes our laughter to grow into hysterics.
“Hey bellboy!” he yells.
“Sir,” the bellboy responds.
“I need an eye patch for our teddy bear, can you ask concierge to make that happen before I wake up in the…. Well this afternoon?” he asks.
The bellboy really tries to hold it together, but he fails.
He snorts out a laugh, “Yes sir, I’ll relay the message.”
Also by Sasha Marshall:
My story is not one for the faint of hearts. It’s beautifully gritty, and heartbreakingly tragic. I was born into the world of rock-n-roll, a mere girl who only wanted to have her very own guitar face. Somewhere in between all the amps, cords, and guitars I found my place. I was born to make music and bring the masses to their knees… until, I wasn’t anymore. Until the thought of doing all of this without him made me sick to my stomach.
I thought I could escape rock-n-roll, but I can’t. My brother is a rock star and all the friends we have are connected to this business one way or another. I have a feeling I’ll get sucked back in, but I’m scared I won’t survive it. Perhaps I have a better chance at surviving rock-n-roll than I do Jagger Carlyle. Jag is my brother’s best friend, and fellow vocalist and guitarist for their band Broken Access. I’ve loved him since I was a girl, but this industry and my own fear of rejection kept me from acting on it all these years. When the sparks start to ignite and the world attempts to keep us apart, I wonder if love is enough.
My story will bring you to tears from both sadness… and Kip. Kip is an idiot, plain and simple, but he’s my best friend. He has a habit of waking me up with trashy Euro porn, and always knows the most inappropriate things to say. He’s a drummer by night, and my partner-in-crime by day. I should’ve fallen in love with him, but he never shuts his f**cking mouth. He’s always my rock, and when Jagger rips me in two, Kip is the one at my side.
This is a rock star romance series with a strong female lead, bad boys, and rock romance. This is not your typical rock star romance novel, this book will take you on a different adventure from anything you’ve ever experienced.
If you are looking for a story of redemption with comic relief and a heavy sexual mind, you’ve found it. If you are offended by hot, tattooed rock stars who are vulgar then this is not the book for you. Please be warned, this book is not for anyone below the age of 18. The book contains sex, death, violence, and harsh language.
This is the first book in the series and can be read as a standalone novel.
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About the Author:
Sasha is an indie author who loves to write romance novels with an edge. She appreciates bad boys with tattoos and lickable bodies. I mean, what woman doesn’t? She has a degree in history and thought about joining the U.S. Marshal Service when she graduated, but she chose to work with troubled youth instead. Shooting people wasn’t really appealing, there’s a lot of paperwork to fill out. She loves animals and secretly prefers them to most humans… or not so secretly because it’s on the website now so it’s out there. She traveled with well-known rock acts as a photographer during her undergraduate work and wants to clarify that she was not a groupie. Groupies wait in the wings hoping to get a night with one of the guys, she was a rock princess. She traveled right along with the guys hopping from tour bus, to plane, to hotel, to venue.
Sasha settled down and married Dane, who’s her favorite idiot in the world. He is a true partner-in-crime, and sometimes their dialogue appears in her books. They both have a lot of Kip in them. Dane is a musician and Sasha loves to fan girl on him, so I guess she’s now his groupie. And, yes ladies he’s covered in tattoos. She known to gauge a man’s attractiveness by the amount of tattoos he’s sporting. She’s currently attempting to talk Dane into recording some of the songs she wrote in the books, but her persuasion techniques are seriously lacking. You should drop Dane a line to encourage him. Cleavage shots work well with him, and she’s giving you permission to fan girl him if it gets the job done.
She reads a lot and has lots of favorite authors, but tends to stick to indie books. She’s a nocturnal ninja, and frequently throat chops Dane when he snores. What? She’s a light sleeper and his snoring messes with her beauty sleep. This is entirely his fault, her martial art skills in a king sized bed are obviously a reaction to his action.
Sasha has three dogs who think she is their own personal human. She spoils them a little. Her American Bulldog is deaf and marches to the beat of his own drum. He’s part goat and part monster, eating inedible items such as bricks and destroying things when Sasha ignores him. He is particularly fascinated with her socks and shoes. She frequently addresses him as “asshole” when he does these things. She also has a Miniature Schnauzer who has amazing old man eyebrows and a magnificent beard. He recently began fantasizing about being a troll as he likes to hide under the house from the American Bulldog who aggravates the ever living shit out of him. Last but not least is the Black Lab who lounges on the front porch snoring as she writes, brings her his tennis ball when it is time to fulfill her humanly duties, and flirts with the cows that live on the farm. He’s a real ladies man and has a tendency to be attracted to heifers.
She’s currently finishing book five in the Guitar Face series, Make It Rain.
Sasha & Dane live in Georgia on a cattle farm and love the peace and quiet. There’s usually music playing in the background of their home. Their musical tastes are quite eclectic but Sasha prefers rock, blues, and New Orleans jazz. Bands that you’ll hear in the Marshall household are Theory of a Deadman, Five Finger Death Punch, Seether, Tool, Muddy Waters, Etta James, BB King, Buddy Guy, The Allman Brothers Band, Butch Walker, and Johnny Cash. You’ll often find them hanging out with friends (beer in hand), many of who are in the books. Yes, these people really exist in their lives. They enjoy watching television from time-to-time with their tastes ranging from Shameless to The Walking Dead to Scandal to Sons of Anarchy(tattoos, bad boys, and Harley’s make Sasha hot). They also enjoy shooting their many weapons, which they have collected in preparation for the Zombie Apocalypse. Sasha is a better shot than Dane, this fact must be stated.
Sasha’s dreams are to be a full-time author because working for the metaphorical man blows. Her dreams also involve getting Kurt Sutter to read her books and making a kick ass television show about them. Who else is there? Once the television show pays her major loot, she’ll retire from her day job and write from home. Well, she’ll probably stalk the hot actors that play her characters, too, but that’s to be expected. Fo’ sho.
She loves to hear from her readers, it makes her all giddy and shit. Making Sasha giddy makes her feel like a literary goddess and helps her write better, so by all means shoot her a mother fucking email by either using the contact page or emailing her directly at sashamarshallauthor@yahoo.com
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Interview:
What was your favorite book as a child? As a teenager?
“Flowers for Algernon” by Daniel Keys and anything by Shakespeare
Inspiration can often be found in the oddest people, places, and even situations. In the past, what has inspired you?
Music inspires pretty much everything in my life. Music has soothed me since I was a child. I also find people and the interactions I have with them fascinating. These interactions can inspire scenes in my books.
What has been your favorite book to write so far? Why?
“Walking Back to Georgia” was probably my favorite book to write. The humor in that book makes it my favorite.
So far, what has been your greatest moment in your writing career?
Several readers have emailed me and said, “You’re my favorite author.” I get giddy and shit. “Who me?” It’s so cool to hear that. When being an indie author gets hard, and it often does, those emails remind me why I keep writing.
What can readers expect from you next?
I have several books in the works. I just have to be in the right frame of mind and mood to finish writing them. I really have to live through it with the characters to write effectively. My writing is so emotional and I have to be prepared to take that journey.
Nobody knows your books better than you! In your opinion, readers of what genres will enjoy your books the most?
I’m a huge fan of the rock star romance genre, obviously, so anyone who enjoys a good rock star book will love the Guitar Face Series. I look for themes when I read, and I read a lot. If readers enjoy angst, redemption, and crude humor they’ll definitely like these books.
Now that we’ve talked about the books, let’s get to know you as the author! What are your favorite books now as an adult? Television shows? Movies?
I love anything by Quentin Tarantino or Kurt Sutter. I’m a huge fan of their talent. I watch Scandal and The Originals religiously.
How would you describe your life in ten words or under?
Misunderstood. Redemption. Laughter. Love. Peace-seeking. Creative. Adventurous. Stifling (at times). Survivor.
What is your favorite place to visit?
My favorite place in the world is New Orleans. I fell in love with the city and the French Quarter years ago and have since advised my husband we’re moving there soon. The city is so open-minded and filled with so much culture. The music is beautiful and the food is amazing. Out of all the places I’ve visited it has to be the most inviting and have the richest cultures.
What words do you live by?
I have this entire poem tattooed on my body:
Invictus
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
I also live by this quote:
“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly. ” -Albert Einstein
Thanks for the awesome interview, Sasha!
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