So we are less than a MONTH away from the release of THIS IS FOREVER and Shades Central is ready to rock!
So many amazing reviews are already out and we know you will think the book has been worth the wait!
So before we get into the coup de grace of this fun 6 month long Teaser on the 10th, we wanted to give you info on the release awesome that we have in store for you!
First, We have a Release party rocking all day on Dec. 3rd at FaceBook! Questions, Music, pictures, and of course, Sneak peeks and giveaways from the band! Wanna join in the fun?
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Second, the band decided to do some really special stuff for this release… BOTH BANDS! At New Adult Sleepover Weekend we will have a rad book release party FRIDAY at 9pm on the Mezzanine, including books and Merch for sale from the band! What? Can’t or won’t be at NASW? Don’t worry! We have Select packages available online HERE.
Everything offered in the packages are officially licensed to both 13 SHADES OF RED and STRANGE ANGELS as well and EVERYTHING is LIMITED EDITION for the Winter 13-Winter 14 Tour year! Packages to include special Tshirts, posters, special jewelry, swag and candles!
Lastly… How would you like to read the complete first chapter of the book???? I thought so… Have at it!
(COPYRIGHT 2013 S.A. Price)
Winter Tulane watched as Solomon, the band’s new head roadie, took their new crew to task over shitty load in/ out procedure. The older guy was right, it was piss poor, and at the level they were all at, arena shows, they should have it all together without fucking up.
All of them, even the band. Truth was this was 13 Shades of Red’s first arena tour and they were pretty green, but they were doing better than their new crew. And they were supposed to be veterans. Xxieda was going to be pissed.
“This looks tense.” Saffron, his best friend’s girlfriend and their tour manager said as she sat next to him.
“Understatement.” He said and popped a tootsie pop into his mouth. The raspberry goodness swirled thick flavor around his tongue as he moved the candy around. It was his third of the day. Always raspberry, always a tootsie. His obsession to deal with not dealing with his real obsession. It caught on his lip ring, one of his newest additions to his person, snagging it just enough to tug. Not that he minded, the feeling reminded him of times past, alone in the dark with her, and her penchant for nipping his bottom lip. Not that he needed the reminder, she was ever present in his mind.
“You ok?” She asked and made some notes on her clipboard. He eyed the horrible thing. Since they got this tour set up, she wasn’t far from the blasted thing, always making notes, checking off lists and scribbling. But she was the best, and if that damn clipboard was her sword and shield, who was he to take it away?
“Your turning into the group shrink you know that? Clipboard and everything.” He teased.
Saffron arched a brow at him. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
Winter sighed. What was he supposed to say again? “Yep. It’s what’s best for the band right? Open all the doors and everything…”
“Yeah I know the right answer too Winter. Now the real one?”
Winter cut his eyes at her. “Super green.” He winked and quoted his favorite movie. “So when are we heading out? Cuz these assholes have no idea what they are doing and there’s not a shot in hell I’ll let them touch my rig. For this we can do it all ourselves, and it’s not like we don’t have it down to a science.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I told you this Arena tour was going to fuck shit up. Saff, if they break Betty…”
Saffron put a hand on his shoulder. “Chill. I know this is going to be a fucker for you, but trust me when I tell you nothing is going to happen to Betty, or Nyx’s gear or even Rhys’ mic. Solomon is a fucking drill sergeant over there. Between us no band has a better support crew.”
“Even Strange Angels?”
Saffron smirked and then looked at him. “I’m amazed how far they have gotten with the incompetence that goes on behind the scenes. They might have gotten a bigger contract then you guys, but in the long run your better off. The blunders I am hearing about from Xxieda are pretty fucking severe.”
“So they have issues.”
Saffron flipped through pages on her clipboard. “Internal. Yes. Been through seven sets of support staff in three years.”
Winter frowned. “Why? What did they become assholes all of a sudden?”
Saffron shook her head. “Irreconcilable differences mostly. Oh and one of the most recent managers swears the devil plagues the band.”
Winter stopped sucking on his tootsie pop. “Excuse me?”
She shrugged. “Don’t ask me, that’s just the party line. Look we have the tour dinner tonight at Sally’s with SA. You going to make it or should we make excuses?”
Winter smirked. “Oh no, I’ll be there. With bells on.”
“As long as that’s not the only thing you’re wearing. I believe they have a policy on no pants.”
Winter smirked. “Where is your lover boy anyway?”
Saffron smiled. “Skype interview remember? You declined participation.”
He waved it off. “They don’t wanna see me. They wanna see Rhys and talk about the new direction,” he made air quotes; “the song writing is taking. Apparently you are bad for business petal.”
Saffron stuck a tongue out at him. “My ass. Once they hear the new songs they are going to go apeshit. Growing as a band is a good thing.”
He nodded. Hell he agreed. They would still play the old shit, but the direction they were going now that his lead singer wasn’t throwing his life away on his dead fiancée, who happened to be Winter’s twin sister, was a good one. The music was still emotional, and heavy and driving, which Winter loved, but it was also evolving into something more. Rhys in love and happy was good for the band. The fans would follow, he hoped.
That’s why this tour was important. New album on the horizon, MTV 4 finally picked up their two videos, they were playing on several other channels in Canada, and the UK, which was wild, but they didn’t break yet. The way to do that was to engage the fans. And even though it was an arena tour, the plans for fan interaction were huge.
Each stop had an Ethereal Carnival atmosphere to it, to compliment the new Strange Angels album, and they had meet and greets, contests to deal with and tons of interviews with everyone from the big guys down to the newest zines. It might be bigger shows but they were as accessible as ever.
“Have they figured out all the interactive shit yet?”
Saffron nodded. “Thankfully the Carnival has competent people running it.” She rolled her shoulders and then jumped with a slight giggle and dug her cell outta her pants pocket. She read it and smiled.
“Rhys. Says it’s over and they are getting ‘presentable’ for this dinner. Said if I was with you to tell you to wash your ass and get moving.”
Winter gave her the finger. She smirked. “I’ll relay your felicitations.”
“You do that.”
She stood up and yawned. “You ready for this? I mean you haven’t seen her since Voodoo and…”
Winter nodded. Oh he was ready. It had been almost eight months since that fateful night, and while he was nervous, he was ready. And he had a plan, and Lola Cavendish has no clue that he was in the market for forever with her. He and Rhys had talked and it took some time but he did believe his best friend that nothing had happened with her. It was the last piece to the puzzle that was their relationship and he intended on proceeding with wooing her all over again. After all, Rhys wasn’t the only one meant to be happy.
“I’ll meet you at the limo.” He said and stood, taking the lolli outta his mouth. “And yes mom, I will be presentable.”
She laughed. “Whatever. Just don’t go swimming Drakkar ok? That’s the last thing we all need.”
He frowned, “A revisit from the ghost of decades past?”
She chuckled. “No, the headache from the foul stench of that shit.”
Seeing Lola after eight months was a fucking kick in the teeth. She had changed her hair, it was purple with black streaks, and she was wearing one fucker of an outfit. Platform Mary Jane’s, her signature, purple torn fishnet thigh highs with garters that ended in bows with skulls on them, micro mini in black satin with a lace trim. She had tripled up on her belts, her little baby tee molding to her torso like a second skin. It was razor cut in places, showing skin and the purple of her lace bra. Her arms warmers were knitted with little skulls on them. He was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing underwear also, the girl just loved to shock. Dare he think it was for his benefit? He wasn’t sure he even saw her, thinking he was dreaming the perfection before him.
But dreams don’t blow you off… at least his didn’t. His dreams, her especially, blew him. When dreams blew you off, those were called nightmares, and those sucked. Sucked like life was sucking right now. She had walked in with the rest of her band, greeted everyone but him, her gaze lingering a little too long on Colin, Rhys’ little brother, but then moved on as she kissed cheeks and hugged people.
He had to adjust his groin, discreetly of course, when she and Saffron hugged and snuggled. Apparently over the past several months Saffron and Lola had become quite the BFF, with Lola staying at Saffron’s place in New York when she had to go in for several shoots and such. Rhys had teased him about getting face timed and seeing both of them in little booty shorts and white tank tops… but he didn’t think they were that close.
And worse, he didn’t think seeing her all snuggly with Saffron would illicit the images rolling through his head. Not that Saffron wasn’t hot, but he just didn’t dig his best friend’s girl like that. He grabbed a tootsie pop and unwrapped it, sticking the thick ball into his mouth. He watched her move from person to person, but never to him.
What. The. Fuck.
When everyone sat down, she sat at the other end, didn’t even bother to look at him. He went through dinner in a blur, his anger getting to him more and more. What the fuck was going on? He was beginning to feel like he was invisible. Maybe it was a nightmare?
When she got up and went to the bathroom, he followed, after exchanging a meaningful look with Rhys.
“So you’re just not going to say anything to me?” he said as he caught her coming out of the bathroom.
She looked at him and then sighed. “I didn’t want a public thing to happen.”
He cocked his head and scowled. “And what the fuck does that mean?”
She looked him up and down. “I don’t know if I’m ready to say hi like I want to.”
Winter rolled his eyes. “So you can wrap yourself around Saffron, eye Colin up like he’s a steak, which by the way he’s not even eighteen yet, eww,” he ticked off on his fingers, “Yet you can’t even just turn and wave at me?”
Lola shook her head. “It’s not what I wanted. And Colin is going to be very popular…”
“You just didn’t wanna talk to me at all?” he asked, thoroughly confused. She was the one that pushed for the tour, and by all accounts she didn’t have issue with their past. It was what gave him hope.
She moved closer and shook her head. “That’s not it.”
“Then what’s it?” he bit out, his hands clenched at his sides. Gods, only she could infuriate him like this. Fuck she smelled good. All honey and warm clover… no one smelled like Lola.
Her voice lowered. “Do you like my outfit Winter?”
He growled. Fuck yes he liked her outfit. Loved. Wanted it crumpled on the floor of his bedroom. Wanted to peel it from her slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposed.
She reached for him, her fingers tugging him closer by the belt loops of his jeans. “Good. You’re supposed to. You don’t get anything from me Winter Tulane. No greeting, no, little wave, no explanation. Eat your heart out baby.”
She got closer, her lips just against his, a slight almost imperceptible move of the hoop through the middle of his lip and then she was gone, back towards the party, her ass shaking with a sashay that had blood rushing from every place in his body to his cock. Fuck. What the hell was going on?
“Hey Lo,” he called after her. She gave him the finger and kept walking.
Game on. Game fucking on. He thought as he followed her back into the room. Confusion didn’t even convey how he was feeling about what happened, but holy fuck the signals she was throwing off were so convoluted he didn’t know if he should fist pump for getting her so close to him or brood over her words.