Gone For You
Sixth Street Press
June 28, 2015
As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave ‘em smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, it’s not like I’m ever in one place for more than a few days at a time. As the next hottest thing out of Austin, the band and I are riding the wave, and the music is all that matters.Until her…Lily Tennison has “complication” written across her beautiful face. But I can’t get involved. The timing’s all wrong. But she’s under my skin, and I can’t resist her troubled eyes and sweet smile. And I do have a little time to kill. Not much, just a few days in Dallas.So I’ll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do.Simple, right?
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Music, Rockstars & Romance
Music has always been a very important part of my life. Every major event in my life had a soundtrack. Looking back, even the minor events had music. Maybe not a soundtrack, but at least a theme song.
Depending on what era you were born, everyone has his or her own vision of the perfect rockstar. I grew up when the only pictures you found of rockstars where courtesy of monthly publications like Rolling Stone. Or on the cover of their CD’s. Without the Internet, what we saw of our favorite rockstars was limited to what their publicists or managers allowed us to see. There was a formula. Long hair. Tattoos. Sexy smiles. Brooding eyes to match their brooding attitude. Why were they brooding? I assumed it was because they were tortured. I mean, how could they not be? All that money and girls throwing themselves at them at every turn. Tough life.
As I got older, I realized rockstars had a persona. Who they were in real life was often very different from who they were onstage. Yet, I couldn’t easily shed the image that formed in my teenage years when I saw groups like Guns and Roses on MTV with their perfectly styled hair. And makeup. Yes, they wore makeup in the nineties and it was perfectly acceptable.
I fell in love with the images. And the images always translated when I listened to music. Any kind of music. I don’t particularly like country, so when I saw a guy in cowboy boots with a Stetson hat, it did nothing for me. But, put an electric guitar in a guy’s hand and slap on a few tattoos? I’m there. That’s the guy I wanted to sweep me off my feet.
When I started my Rockstar Romance series, I strived to make the stories realistic. The characters have flaws. Problems, just like everyone else. But on the surface their lives look rosy. They don’t have to worry about their appearance, or getting women.
Notice I said nothing about relationships. Relationships are a struggle whether you’re a musician or a dog walker.
And that’s where the story comes in. The romance. Exploring what draws the characters to one another. What the musician brings to the table as a person. I wanted three dimensional, not a cardboard cut out.
In Gone for You, the first novel in my Sixth Street Bands series, the female lead was not a fawning fan. Lily did not fall all over herself when she met Cameron. In fact, I tried to downplay that aspect of their relationship. Cameron was a man that she was interested in that just happened to be a musician. A gorgeous musician. With hazel eyes and a perfect body.
I must say, while Lily may not have been Cameron’s fangirl, I was. Lily didn’t have rock posters on her bedroom wall when she was growing up. She saw the man and not the music. So I struck a balance. I told Lily’s story, with my own imagery. The best of both worlds. Lily fell in love with Cameron, the man, as the story unfolded. And I was allowed to fall in love with the rockstar.
I guess I should start with the basics. The backstory. I was born and raised in California. At this point I'm usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I don't know. I grew up in the "other" part of California. Perfect for an aspiring writer, if you ask me. You learn a lot about keeping yourself busy when the nearest house is a mile away...and it belongs to your grandparents.
By the time I went to high school, I started writing romance. Why? Because I met my very own prince charming. I wrote love poems in my journal about the green eyed boy that stole my heart. He promised, the way all storybook hero's do, to sweep me away and take me on a grand adventure. And he did.
We picked up and moved to the Lone Star State, and began the story of us. The best stories begin without a road map or a compass. Veering off course makes the journey so much more interesting.
True to form, just when I thought my life was set, we started the next adventure. I traded in my cowboy boots and followed my green eyed boy to Las Vegas. My home will always be in Texas, but my heart is anywhere that he is.
Writing is what I love. I might stray from the romance every now and then if that is what moves me...but I always come back. Some of the stories don't seem romantic at all. They are gritty stories about flawed characters that find each other and hold on tight. Those are the stories that speak to me. Because that's life. I believe that every story should have a happy ending- even the difficult ones.