Here is the Synopsis and first chapter to a new book I'm working on writing. The Book is called Savage Lover. Please Enjoy and leave comments!!!!!!
Mikael “Savage” Black never thought he would find love while on the road with the rest of the “Maleviolence”, a heavy metal band out of Malibu out on their first tour. He certainly didn't expect to meet anyone, and all the fans normally drove him nut. But after a drunken brawl at one of their gigs, drunken, bruised, and busted up, Savage meets Xeranna Storm; an online blogger who has been following the band since they started playing live at “Lux Lusts” nightclub a year earlier. Savage recognized the young woman as one of their fans, and secretly held an attraction to her, unknown to the rest of the band.
Xeranna Storm has loved “Maleviolence” since she first saw them play their first love show, and that was over a year ago. Now an online blogger for Malibu's “Rock N Roll Saved My Soul” Magazine, she was following the band as they began their first tour. After finding the band's lead guitarist, Mikael “Savage” Black; bruised, bloody, and drunk outside the same nightclub they started their career at, she was finally going to get the chance to live out one of her dreams; meet the band and get individual interviews with each of the band members. What Xeranna didn't expect was the attraction she felt towards Savage.
When Xeranna helps Savage back to the tour bus after his drunken brawl at “Lux Lusts”, Savage and the rest of the band are more then grateful for Xeranna's help, and offer her not only individual interviews, but the chance to tour with the band and continue her blog on the road with them.
Will Savage make Xeranna's blog go from just over two hundred views to a million views when their live interview goes from professional to personal? Or will Xeranna turn and run from the desire burning between herself and Savage, leaving not only a once in a life time chance to make her blog famous, but a chance to make all of her dreams a reality?
“Thank you Lux Lusts!!!! You guys were here when this all started, and now you're here to help give us an amazing send off for our tour! We will be touring with “Shattered Hearts” so be sure to follow them and give them some love as they end the show tonight! We are “Maleviolence” and we hope you keep on slaying it!!!!!!” Ryker “Psycho”Dezztro thanks the fans inside the nightclub, taking a bow as the lights dim. Dozens of woman's bras and panties littered the stage and every mic stand, and with one final riff on his guitar, Mikael “Savage” Black lets out a howl and follows the rest of his band mates off stage. Asher “Slasher” Zenn, Dexx “Reaper” Zerro, and Kasey “Krazzi” Freedman join Savage and Psycho being Krazzi's drum kit back stage, grabbing a bottle of beer and tapping it against the others beers. Savage loved his band mates, and couldn't wait to step out on the next stage and show the world that the band everyone thought wouldn't make it had made it to the top.
Reaper places a cold bottle of beer against Savage's neck, causing Savage to jerk upright.
“Reaper god damn you! Are you looking for a way to meet the actual Grim Reaper?” Savage yelps, turning and taking a playful swing at Reaper.
Reaper ducks Savage's right hook, popping the top off the bottle of beer and handing it to Savage, who grins and wraps his arm around Reaper's shoulders. Krazzi, Psycho, and Slasher laugh, raising their beers as Psycho begins to speak.
“To a hell of a show, and to getting drunk off our asses only to do it all again in three days, in the heart of LA, on the Sunset Strip!” Psycho toasts, grinning as the rest of his band mates agree with him, bottle clanking together.
Slasher turns to Savage, a mischievous look in his eyes. Savage knew that look, and he was down for a bit of fun after a long, successful day.
“Savage and I are gonna head out to the bar, anyone else going?” Slasher asks, looking around at the others. Psycho, Krazzi, and Reaper shake their heads.
“Nah, think I'm just gonna grab a bite to eat, pound a few cold ones, and crash out for the night. My head is still killing me from the craziness you two got us into last night. Never knew any of our roadies could pack such a punch, especially to one of the men who earn them their cash.” Krazzi answers, rubbing the back of his head where, beneath the shock of shoulder-length blonde and electric blue hair, a knot the size of a ping-pong ball had formed.
Reaper and Psycho shake their heads as well, going on about several girls who had VIP passes for after the show. Savage chuckles to himself. Normally he would jump at the chance to get some fan girl pussy, but tonight he was feeling like a bar fly, and in desperate need of a large glass of Jack and coke. With a wave goodbye to his other band mates, Savage and Slasher down the rest of their beers, tossing the bottles in the recycling bin before heading out towards the bar, two roadies and two of their bodyguards, hell if Savage knew their names, following close behind.
Xeranna Storm grins happily, wiping the sweat from her face and adjusting her favorite black “Maleviolence” band tank-top, which was cut and frayed, exposing everything from the bottom of her rib-cage to the top of her half-black half-red skinny jeans, which sat low on her hips; as she makes her way out of the crowd of people who came to see “Maleviolence” kick off their first tour. Xeranna has been a fan of the band since they first started out playing here at “Lux Lusts” Nightclub just over a year ago. She fell in love with the band, and the members, particularly one member; the lead guitarist Mikael “savage” Black. The first time she heard Savage play, she was hooked. His fingers danced across his guitar strings like they were performing their own ballet, and his voice when he sung with the lead singer, Psycho, dear god it was enough to make her lace thong wet.
After a quick check of her makeup on using her phone screen as a mirror, Xeranna shoves her cell back into the back pocket of her skinnies and turns her digital video camera on, filming the still cheering crowd and the scene around her before turning the camera on herself.
“Okay everyone, you heard it right from Psycho himself! “Maleviolence” is going out on tour, and I am so fucking stoked! Hope you all are as well. I'm gonna head backstage and try to get an interview with Psycho, get the tour schedule and his insight on how he thinks the tour is going to go. After that, I'll try to talk to each of the guys one-on-one, if they haven't already packed into the bus with some groupies for an after party. This is Xeranna Storm with “Rock and Roll Saved My Soul” Magazine and online blog. Stay tuned and keep it Rockin'!” Xeranna tells her camera, throwing up her horns with a huge grin before stopping the video.
Xeranna gives herself a once over, and after tying her black three inch platform heeled booties and re-applying her favorite Dark red lipstick, she pulls her backstage pass from inside her shirt, slipping through the crowd of screaming fan girls that were surrounding the backstage entrance. Xeranna stops and turns her camera back on, interviewing a few of the girls and getting some footage of the massive crowd of people forming. She shows “Maleviolence's” roadies Trent and Kye her backstage pass, and after they wave her through, she heads to the bands dressing room, managing to catch Psycho and Krazzi before they got back to the bus. After a quick live chat with with Psycho and Krazzi, Reaper was already back on the bus, Xeranna saved her video footage and shut her camera off. She stopped by the bathroom to touch up her makeup; her pale blue eyes looked gray with the red and silver eye shadow she wore, lined with black liquid eyeliner and black mascara. Xeranna had a hint of a tan starting; it was only May and mother nature had finally decided to get of her bipolar-cycle and let the sun shine and dry up all the rain. I mean it was California for cripes sake! Smirking, She waited patiently for a stall to open and ten minutes later, after washing her hands and using hand sanitizer, she left the bathroom, heading straight to the bar for a Jack and coke.
Four Jack and cokes, and three shots of straight Jack later, Savage is feeling fine and dandy. He and Slasher paid one of the waitresses to serve drinks topless for the rest of the night, which was great cause she had amazing tits and a huge ass. Savage knew Slasher was planning on taking her back to the bus once she came back to the bar. Now if only Savage could find a lady to lose himself in for the rest of the night, it would be a perfect night. Getting to his feet, Savage sways slightly, righting himself before walking over to one of the pool tables. Grabbing a cue stick, Savage chalks the end, racks the balls, and lines up his first shot. Savage cracks the cue ball, sending the other balls scattering, three went into the pockets. He checks the where the balls dropped to, seeing two solids and one stripe. Grinning, he lines his next shot up, cursing as he scratches and the cue ball jumps the table. Savage lays his stick on the pool table, going in search of the missing cue ball.
“Looking for this?” A woman's voice asks. Savage looks up from the floor, stunned at the thing of beauty standing in front of him.
The woman, he was damn sure she was a woman if her figure was anything to go by, was completely smokin'. She had black hair that hung to her hips; which were pierced. Piercings, both facial and body, are one of Savages weaknesses in a woman. Her red bangs highlighted her pale blue eyes, and the rings she wore in her snakebites and the right side of her nose, made her all the more attractive. She wore a cropped black “Maleviolence” tank, which showed off her perfectly toned and lightly tanned stomach, belly button ring, and sexy pierced hips and hip bones. Her half-red half-black skinny jeans looked as though they had been painted on her, accenting her curves and making Savage hard in an instant. Thank god he was wearing black leather pants, or he would really be showing something he wasn't quite sure he wanted the woman to see.
“Indeed I am.” Savage says smoothly, watching as the young woman's eyes light up, and she nearly drops the cue ball as her hands begin to shake.
“Care to join me for a game?” Savage asks the young woman, who only nods, grinning from ear to ear.
Savage takes the ball from her, taking her hand and leading her back to the pool table. He could feel the young woman's hands trembling in his, and wondered what was making her so shaky. Maybe a drink would calm her nerves?
Xeranna looks down at the hand grasping hers, at the man leading her over to one of the open pool tables, wanting to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, or that someone hadn't slipped something into her drink. Once they arrived at the pool table, the man, her Idol, Mikael Fucking “Savage” Black, lead guitarist of Maleviolence, hands her the pool stick he had left on the table. Xeranna stares for a moment, then quickly shakes her head, silently screaming at herself to keep it together.
“Stripes or Solids?” Savage asks her, motioning to the balls on the pool table. “You're choice. I shot both in when I broke.”
“S-stripes.” Xeranna stammers, brushing her bangs from her face as she feels her face heat. She was sure her cheeks were as red as her bangs, if not darker.
Savage smiles at Xeranna, which makes her heart rate skyrocket. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Xeranna lines up her shot, bringing the stick back and shooting. She makes her ball in, and moves around the table. As she lines up her next shot, she can see Savage looking at her out of the corner of her eyes. She gets ready to shoot, when a loud smack across her ass makes her jump and yelp, causing her to scratch and scatter the balls all over the table. Xeranna looks over at Savage, who looked pissed. She watches quietly as Savage walks over to the guy, tapping him on the shoulder. The man, a bald guy with tattoos on his face, turns and faces Savage.
“What do you want, ya pansy-assed freak?” The bald brute asks, looking Savage up and down.
Savage raises his fist, smashing it into the bald mans nose. “What rights do you think you have to lay your hands on a young woman, ya fucking punk ass bitch?” Savage snarls, glaring the man down as the man wipes the blood from his nose, looking at Savage with shock and rage in his eyes. Xeranna gasps, awestruck that Savage stood up from her, then snaps back to reality. Laying her hand on Savage's shoulder, she gently shakes it.
“Just let it go, please Savage. I don't want to see you get hurt.” Xeranna tells Savage, who obviously wasn't listening.
“You fucking bastard!” The bald man roars, grabbing Savage by his shirt and raising his meaty fist, swinging hard.
Savage ducks the blow, bringing his own fist up into the bald mans stomach. The bald man grunts in pain, grabbing his fist with his other hand and bringing both down on Savage's back. Savage curses loudly as he drops to his knees, the wind knocked from him. The bald man grabs Savage by his hair, fisting it tightly before bringing his meaty fist up once more, slamming it into Savage's nose and jaw. Xeranna curses, jumping on the bald man's back, digging her nails into the man's neck in attempt to get him to let go of Savage. The bald man grab's Xeranna's hands and pries them from his neck, pushing her off his back. Xeranna lands hard on her ass, quickly scrambling to her feet to get out of the way as two of the bands roadies step in. She and the roadies, along with two of the bands bodyguards and four bouncers from the club, manage to separate Savage and the bald man as they duck blows from busted pool sticks. Xeranna helps Savage to his feet, walking with him out of the club and back towards where she knew the bands buses were parked. Well, Xeranna had always wanted to meet Savage; and tonight she got her wish, even though things quickly went from good to bad in a matter of moments.
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