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You know, I can’t decide how I feel about books that wind up being the token Rock Fiction entry into a series. On the one hand, it’s a great way to expose non-Rock Fiction readers to our amazing category. But on the other, they have a greater chance of not breathing music the way the best Rock Fiction does. So are these books really showing the magic and pull of Rock Fiction?

Today’s Coveting entry is Anne Calhoun’s Going Deep. Check the description:

After weeks on a sold-out tour, singer Cady Ward is coming home for the holidays. But after one too many episodes of fan-craziness, Cady’s manager decides that she needs protection—in the form of muscled cop Conn McCormick. Longing for peace and quiet to prepare before her next album drops, Cady doesn’t need a bodyguard just to deal with some vague email threats…though she can’t deny that close proximity to Conn’s body is a very nice place to be.

Conn is in the midst of a career scandal when his boss assigns him to pop-star guard duty. It’s a poor use of his skills, even though Cady’s feisty nature proves the perfect distraction for Conn while Internal Affairs investigates his case. What begins as a sizzling attraction becomes something deeper than either Conn or Cady could have expected. But when Conn uncovers the sinister plan behind the threats to Cady, he’s faced with a professional dilemma: To save her life, will he risk having a future with the only woman who’s ever touched his soul?

Ahh, the bodyguard trope. You guys know that I think it’s hard to touch this one, given how well Lorelei James did it a few years back.

But this book might be coming at it from a different angle. After all, Cady isn’t on the road (or so the back cover says), so that takes that element out of the picture. And the series is about the Black Ops dudes, so that suggests this is more the hero’s story than the heroine’s. Which is also cool. I mean, I love men. Why wouldn’t I love reading about them?

As always, it’s all about the execution, so bring this one on and let’s see how it executes. Or better yet, represents Rock Fiction. AND makes my knees weak. I love it when a good romance can make my knees weak.


So Susan was talking to her friend Joyce Tremel the other day and pinged me about an author: Peggy Ehrhart. She’d read Peggy’s debut, Sweet Man is Gone a bunch of years ago and did I know anything more about Peggy’s books? She’d liked the one she’d read and was crazy busy with edits (really, you guys: if you need your book edited, call Susan. She’s damn good) and besides, this is my department anyway.

Like a good partner in Rock Fiction, I went and checked. Yep, Peggy’s got new books out. And so here’s one of them.

Got No Friend Anyhow might not be the second book after Sweet Man. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to read it!

Maxximum Blues has a solid foothold in the Manhattan blues scene but Maxx (Elizabeth) Maxwell knows a CD will make the band irresistible to festival organizers. Prowling Rooster Records is her label of choice but when the CD is nearly finished producer Rick Schneider disappears — and it looks like he’s hooked up with his old girlfriend singer-songwriter Brenda Honeycut.
Maxx’s quest is complicated by a rooster with personality to spare and by her old boyfriend Sandy who’s determined to win her back.

Got No Friend Anyhow in classic whodunit style takes the reader on a ride that keeps pages turning all the way to a dramatic and unexpected climax.

“A rooster with personality to spare” — what? Huh? Does it have to do with the fact that the record label is named Rooster Records?

Anyway, I like mysteries, and Susan liked Sweet Man — she says she has a copy of it on her shelf still. She said she might loan it to me, if I ever get caught up on what’s already here. So even though this description is a little thinner than I like, I’d read this. After all, Susan liked it!


Even though Feverish is part of Jade C Jamison’s Bullet series, I’ve seen people talking about this one particular book lately, so I figured I’d talk about it, too. Why not, right? If it gets more eyes on a good book and helps an author make some bucks, I’m all for that.

Here’s the description. I’m warning you now: it’s a “works for the band” trope, and you know how I feel about those.

Clayton “Jet” Smith has enjoyed acting the part of rock star god bad boy since his breakup with rock goddess Valerie Quinn. He’s racking up quite a score playing the field, and he has no plans to settle down anytime soon. His biggest problem these days is meeting his obligations, because he’s so busy having fun, he forgets the important things.

To help him out, he hires recent graduate Emily Brinkman to be his personal assistant, and he quickly finds a fire burning in his belly for her. There are two problems, however. The first is that Emily is engaged to be married, a fact that leaves Jet unfazed. The second problem isn’t so easy to surmount, though. Emily is disgusted and unimpressed by both sides of the man.

Will Clay find a way to persuade Emily to try him out, not just for one night, but for all time?

Feverish moves the Bullet story forward. You don’t want to miss this one!

So you know what else bugs me here? Emily doesn’t like anything she sees in Clay, or Jet (hey, nice name. But it’s so nice, *I* don’t need another one. Why do you?), or whatever his name really is. This kinda moves into creep territory, with him doing what he can to win her over. And that… it bugs me. Could be a trigger for some.

It’s gonna come down to how this is handled. What doesn’t Emily like? Is it valid, or is she projecting something onto this dude that maybe isn’t there? Why doesn’t she like him, and what can Clay or Jet or whatever his name is overcome this — and why the hell should he? He’s seen a pretty face. He wants. She’s not playing. Why doesn’t he move along?

I have reservations, folks. I want them to go away and for this all to make sense when I read it — and you better believe I want to read it — and for all my worries to be stupid and pointless.

That’s what I want. Can I have it in this book, please?


This one won’t be out until November, but I found it and I’m gonna write about it. So get ready to hit preorder buttons or whatever, especially those of you who’re wishing for something more than romance, romance, romance.

This is a mystery.

The bad news is that it’s one in an ongoing series and I have no idea if it can stand alone or not. Only one way to find out!

It’s called Rhythm and Clues, and it’s part of the Odelia Grey series. Here’s the description:

It’s a rockin’ flashback for Odelia Grey when her mother asks her to look into the disappearance of a neighbor, the former lead singer for a band Odelia idolized in her youth. But when a body is found in Bo Shank’s house by another member of Odelia’s family, everything quickly gets thrown out of tune.

You gotta wonder how much Rock Fiction this will be, since there’s a family connection to the dead body, and the dead person doesn’t seem to be the former lead singer, but… only one way to find out! Could this be a good way to enter a new-to-us, non-Rock Fiction series? Believe it or not, that’s allowed. We just won’t talk about it here.


This is the fifth book in a series, and it’s the only Rock Fiction in it. The other books sound good — although the sports romance uses the working for the band trope, so be warned. You guys know how I feel about falling for your employer/employees/coworker/the hot stud you’re there to promote to the world.

But that’s not this book, so let’s talk about this one:

Harper Laurence has been jilted on her way to the altar. Desperate for some time away from her friends and family, Harper takes off for Nashville—only to meet a hot, scruffy, tattooed stranger. A man she liked a little too much, and who left her the teeniest bit . . . well, pregnant.

Liam James is an up-and-coming country musician, who just found his muse. Ever since their weekend together, Liam hasn’t been able to forget the curvy, vivacious woman who left him wanting more, even as she inspired some of the greatest songs he’s ever written. He’s determined to convince Harper that he’s the guy for her . . . and that the best love songs can never be unsung.

You find one trope, you find ’em all… but the way this is written makes me curious how it’s handled. Does she try to hide it from him? Did the rubber break? (always a question anymore, since so many readers get their knickers in a twist — heh — if no rubbers are mentioned.)

The description doesn’t say all that much except this could be a fun ride. Bring it!

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Because I do it every year… I’ve put the digital version of a few of the books in the Trevolution on sale during Rocktober. Only Trevor’s Song and The Demo Tapes: Year 1, though. (If you’d like a review copy of any of the others, holler and I’ll fix you up. But please… post a review! That’s the purpose of the review copy. See how that works?)

I figured those are my two best-sellers, so let’s bring some new friends in.

Here are the links that generate the best sales, but use your favorite retailer. Independents rule!
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And, as always, if you Amazon shoppers could take a minute and report Mannequin as free everywhere BUT Amazon, I’d appreciate it.


Okay, don’t quote me on this one because this series is a lot more complicated than it looks. It’s got a million in-between books including what looks like ten volumes of #4. It got a little overwhelming to try to figure out.

It looks like what we have here is a series that doesn’t follow one couple. Good thing, with all these books! Here’s the description for Call On Me, the eighth full-length novel and the Rock Fiction that caught my eye.

Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.

Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.

But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.

This is one of those books that makes me wonder what the point of his being a “bad boy drummer” is. How much does Rock Fiction figure into the story? Still, I’d probably read this because it seems to play with the stereotypes of phone sex workers. Susan knew a woman once who worked a phone sex line; it paid the grad school bills. I’m not that lucky. The people I hang out with in real life aren’t nearly so boundary-pushing. Or is it just a job?

Only one way to find out about this one, of course.