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This must’ve not made it over after Susan’s original Rock Fiction site was nuked ’cause she swears she’s written about it. Before it was a series. When it was only one book.

IT is Nico Rosso’s Heavy Metal Heart. And Susan knows she wrote about it ’cause and and Nico’s wife are Twitter buddies. I think it sounds like something too horror-like for me and she’ll have to read it. Why not pull some strings with your friends and get a copy, Susan?

Here’s the description:

Rock Star. Front man. Demon. A descendant of satyrs and the lead singer in a band that feeds on the energy of its audience, Trevor Sand is growing weary of the constant need to perform. He needs the legend of the Muse—a woman destined to be a demon’s eternal companion and only source of sustenance—to be true.

Misty Grant has never been bold, but when Trevor singles her out among hundreds at a concert, she takes him up on his explicit offer. During an erotic night in his hotel room, she learns that his touch is as electric as his lyrics. But when Trevor’s demon is aroused, her desire turns to horror and she runs.

Knowing that he’ll die if he loses her, Trevor must find Misty before his enemies do. But even if he can save her, he knows that regaining the trust of his fated Muse will be his greatest challenge.

The second book is kinda similar, in that it’s about another demon in the form of a rocker, who’s looking for his soul mate. And there’s only two in the series, too, and it’s been a couple of years, so here’s what Slam Dance with the Devil is about:

All those wild rock stars you hear about? Some of them really are demons, sustained by the energy pouring off the audience…

Wild, destructive and immortal, rocker Kent Gaol has given up the search for his Muse—a demon’s one true source of inspiration, his forever partner. After losing the one woman he thought might be his, he’s convinced she doesn’t exist.

Hard-as-nails private investigator Nona Harris has been hired by a mysterious client to track Kent. She knows nothing of his truths, until one night when Kent tricks her on stage during one of his concerts. Amazingly, she not only senses the energy around the demons, she feeds from it…and it turns her on.

Kent never expected Nona’s response to be so intense, nor that she could enter his world and so thoroughly rock it. This is beyond a tumultuous love affair—this is a sexual and emotional bond that will change them both forever. A bond strong enough that now Nona’s shady client wants them both dead…

But the woman’s response is the complete opposite.

I don’t know. After that, where else is there to go? Wish we’d gotten a chance to find out.


This one’s got a different twist to it. Check it:

I’m supposed to be better than this. I’m supposed to have a tenure-track job teaching music history to undergrads, writing papers about Bach, and proving to kids like me that you can work your way out of Harlem. I’m not supposed to be following a rock star around the country, fetching his mail, making sure his groupies are of age.

I’m definitely not supposed to be sleeping with said rock star, who claims to be the Greek God Dionysus. At first I thought it was a load of crap. Nik’s fans might think his music captures their hearts—and souls—but I knew better. Until one of Nik’s orgiastic concerts gets out of hand and I don’t know which is worse: that he might be a god after all, or that he has a body count.

Nik doesn’t care what I want or what I should be. He wants to tear down the world I’ve built, warping all I am, until his music is all that’s left of me. I can’t let him do that. I shouldn’t believe in him. I’ve seen what happens to the people who believe in him.

But I can’t get his song out of my head.

So first off, we have a music dude who’s a scholar. Who doesn’t have a lot of interest in the rock and roll world that usually fills The Rock of Pages.

But then this creepy Nik dude shows up and there’s definitely horror and probably abuse and all sorts of dark stuff going on. It’s like taking Jeremy Wagner’s The Armageddon Chord one step further into a darker setting.

I’m dying to see what’s going on here, but we’ll have to be careful with any review copies. This one’s got potential to send Susan into some PTSD issues. Anyone brave enough to try it?

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This is one for you horror fans. Sorta reminds me of a bunch of other books that’ve been set in the club scene, and/or had a horror bend to ’em. Dave Butler’s Hellhound on my Trail. Voice, definitely. Even some Ladies and Gentlemen… the Redeemers or The Road to Fluffer. And of course, if you’re into horror with your Rock Fiction, you know how I feel about The Armageddon Chord.

So this should be a slam-dunk, right? Check out the description:

During the reign of the Beatles and on the back of the Mersey beat revolution, other rock and pop bands emerged. Some of these bands were successful in gaining worldwide recognition, while others were not quite so lucky.

Ray Evans joins one of these emerging bands and the story plots the rise and fall of the band Satan’s Whiskers.

The band turn out to be quite a successful locally, although a dark shadow hangs over their movements after a child is discovered, murdered and hidden inside a cardboard box .A vigilante killer tracks down the culprits and extracts his form of retribution. This is the start of a killing spree which lasts in excess of a year.

From the very outset the police suspect that one, if not all, of the band members are involved, as the killings appear to follow the movements of the band. Is the killer really a band member? The story will keep you guessing until the very end.

Now, here’s my reservation: the back cover copy isn’t very good. It smacks of amateur self-pubbed book (sorry, Roy). And it leaves me hoping the inside is better, but truth be told, I have a bad feeling I’d set this one down and bang my head on my desk for awhile because if Roy and I had hooked up as editor and author, it’d be a better book.

Still, I’m open to finding out, of course. Rock Fiction is what we do over here, and I’m always up for some horror fun.

Oh, and I love the time period this is set in. Slick move, going back in time a bit.

This review was originally posted at West of Mars. It is being posted here, at its new permanent home.

Every now and then, you hear about a book that excites you beyond belief. A book you absolutely MUST read, so much so that you go track down the author so you can get a copy for yourself. Yeah, I know. It happens to me fairly often. What can I say? I’m a book freak. Bibliophile, I believe the word is.

Now, I’m not the world’s biggest fan of horror. Oh, I like the genre, don’t get me wrong. My problem with horror is that I like really well-done, squirm-in-your-seat, psychological horror. The blood and gore? Yawn. But if you promise to mess with my brain and make me afraid of what might be creeping around in the dark, I’m there.

I suppose it makes sense that this horror novel that caught my fancy was written by the one and only Jeremy Wagner, guitarist for metal bands Lupara and Broken Hope. The man rocks harder than I do, and now he’s treading on MY turf: rock and roll fiction.

The Armageddon Chord, his debut novel, is the story of Kirk Vaisto, God of Guitar. Poor Kirk’s a good guy, living a quiet life in a mansion, with a backyard music studio. The set-up reminds me of Jason Newsted and his Chophouse, but not quite as communal. Kirk’s a loner, all right. I’m not sure the poor dude has friends.

Anyway, Kirk gets suckered by his amazingly opportunistic agent into signing a contract with Festus Baustone, a bully who keeps company with some really sick people. Baustone and his buddy want Kirk to play a song for them. It seems simple at first — until Kirk finishes the transcription and plays it for the first time. Then, he’s smart enough to turn tail and run. Or… try to. Remember when I said Baustone was a bully? Yeah. That.

It’s Satan who’s coming to visit via the mystery song. And it’s up to Kirk to not only summon him, but vanquish him as well. Is our man up to the task?

This storyline is so awesome, I’m not sure why it wasn’t an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Really. Joss Whedon is wherever he is in all his brilliance, wondering why he didn’t think of this plotline. It’s that good.

And while I know there are an awful lot of people who dismiss the power of music, Wagner spends some time letting his characters wax more poetic than I ever could on the subject.

One area where I could use a little less waxing is near the end, when religion figures very strongly into the situation. Oh, I get that it’s necessary and I love what the guitar does to the heavy. Plot-wise, it works. It’s just that the characters get a bit too preachy about the glory of Christianity for this good little Jewish girl from the ‘burbs.

I hope Wagner’s got more up his sleeve, with or without Kirk and his love interest, Mona (that’s a provocative name…). He shows some serious author chops in this too-short novel (am I the only one bemoaning the lack of subplots?), although there are some clunkers that show Wagner as a writer who’s still got some growing and polishing to do on the mechanical level. Yet he’s close: on page two, he hits us with a band so evil, they “made Slayer look like Justin Bieber.”

Dude. I hope you know the Slayer guys if you’re going to go around dissing them like that. I’ve met them. They scare me. (Actually, that’s not true. I have met them, but they didn’t scare me. Still, it sounds good, so we’ll go with it.)

Keep writing, Jeremy. You’ve earned this West of Mars Recommended stamp.