ACE a Band of Brothers novel by
Lyra Parish Coming September 1, 2015 Cover created by Letitia at RBA Designs
Synopsis
My name is Ace and I'm the Ace
of Spades. I'm not nice and I misbehave. I will be your nightmare. I will be
your dream. I will have you begging for more of me with each scream. The truth
is in my lyrics. Uncontrollably controlled. I bleed many things one being Rock
& Roll. I don't date or make love, I fuck real hard. Did you know the ace
of spades is considered the death card? Love doesn't exist in my world, it
never did. Love won't exist in my world; it's something I forbid. My name is
Ace and I'm the Ace of Spades. Proceed with caution, because I'm sharp like a
blade. The Band of Brothers novels are full length and will follow each
brother in the band. They can be read together or separately.
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Except
of Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: this is
subject to change.
Tonight
I would fuck the blonde in the front row. The set was nearing the end and I
could feel her gaze peeling off every piece of my clothing. I liked when a
woman knew what she wanted. Blue and green lights flashed over the stage then
washed across the crowd. When we made eye contact again, her tongue traced the
outside of her plump bottom lip and at that moment I knew she was DTF. Her
being down to fuck made this so much easier but then again, being the
lead singer of the Band of Brothers made panties magically melt. I'd be her
fantasy for the night. This tour wasn't like the others because this time
everyone wanted a piece of us as if our success happened overnight. But we
earned every fucking opportunity we had. I would say given but that's bullshit.
My brothers and I worked hard for every small and large success we had because
that's our nature. We were raised to not take shit for granted and to work
hard. Being assholes just came naturally but we knew to give respect where
respect was due. Each show from Florida to California, all the way to New York
was sold out and that felt incredible. The drums beat on as I screamed out the
next few lyrics. "I won't let the world decide. I'll die before that
happens." The drums stopped and the distortion was cut leaving a melodic
strum of Nicolas's guitar. The lights faded when walked off stage leaving the
crowd to themselves. Ian, Nicolas, and Liam had huge smiles covering their
faces as they chugged the water the technicians handed us. This would never get
old. Moments like this were the ones we lived and worked for. Once the chanting
and clapping started, the four of us walked back onstage and gave the fans what
they wanted, an encore. Green and yellow lights flashed over the crowd and
smoke hovered at the bottom of the stage. We played three more songs and the
people sang and swayed to the lyrics and music. Some jumped up and down,
feeling the full beat of the drums while others banged their heads. The feeling
of having thousands of people chanting my words would never become real. More
often than not, I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake
from. During the last song, I pointed to the blonde who continued to visually
rip my clothes off with every little blink she took. By the way she was dressed
in a tight pink shirt and little bitty skirt, I knew she wanted to be seen. She
could have possibly had this night planned from the beginning. Randomly, I
chose a few others from the crowd to join us, to dance in front of our
audience, to feel the temporary power. It was something I did every show, every
tour. It was a habit of sorts. Security helped the girls climb on the stage and
they shook their asses in those little pieces of material that were supposed to
be skirts. It always made women feel special when they were with the band, and
I loved giving them just a little taste. A person doesn't fully understand
performing live until they have had the opportunity to look out past the stage
lights and see the people. Before the song ended, the technicians led the
girls' side stage as cannons of confetti shot from the floor. Different colored
pieces of paper glittered everywhere. When the final song ended, my brothers
and I walked side stage where girls anxiously waited us. I smiled, popping an
eyebrow at my chosen woman for the night, and she instantly came to me. I
wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hers hung on my waist. My brothers
stopped in the green room with the other girls, but Blondie and I walked to the
bus. "I'm Lindsey," she whispered in my ear before we reached the end
of the hallway. I smiled at her and pushed open the exit door. Groupies and
fans waited near the bus and as soon as we walked up they rushed it. "I'll
be out in a bit," I said, smiling at them with pearly whites. "My
brothers are coming out that door over there. Really soon." I hated to out
their exit strategy, but I wanted to take my time burying my dick deep inside
Misty or Christy or whatever the fuck her name was. It didn't matter. Names
never did.
Author Bio
Lyra Parish loves to write,
glamp, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet
love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer
that a person can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever
afters. When she isn't busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages
from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or
riding her bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing
hubby and black cat named Nibbler.
Lyra's
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