The Devil’s Metal – Teaser #3

Another snippet.

I’m finishing up the first draft of the book today. This is exciting. Home stretch. I will probably do an awesome giveaway on Facebook tomorrow to celebrate this huge achievement when it’s all said and done, so stay tuned.

Here’s the third teaser from The Devil’s Metal. Sage and Dawn’s relationship doesn’t exactly get off to the smoothest start. (keep in mind this is unedited).

When I hung up the phone, I spied Sage leaving the Astro van with one of his guitars in hand. It was black, sleek and sexy, just like the man himself and his intricately-tattooed forearms bulged as he handled the musical beast. I shook my head lightly, snapping out of my strangely lustful daze, and decided to take my chances with him.

“Sage?” I ventured carefully, walking toward him. He had seen me coming and seemed to be forming excuses in his head already.

“What is it?” he said, barely glancing at me, and walking off toward the backstage doors leading into the building.

I trailed after him. “How are you feeling?”

The question surprised him and he slowed down a bit. “How am I feeling?”

“You seemed a bit snappish at breakfast,” I said. “Last night too. Thought maybe you have an object lodged up your ass or something. Something a doctor should remove.”

I couldn’t believe I just said that. Neither could Sage. He didn’t just slow down, he stopped and gave me an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

Way to go Dawn, I thought. As if he couldn’t hate you more.

I licked my lips and tried to smile. “Well, do you?”

He seemed speechless. This probably wasn’t good.

But then, he did something I hadn’t expected.

He smiled.

And then he laughed. It was short and brief, but genuine and made the dimples stand out in his scruffy cheeks. It was the best sound I’d heard all year.

Then he shook his head and continued walking off toward the auditorium, strumming his guitar as he went, leaving me with a view of a tight ass in tight black pants.

What I had meant to do was ask if him when a good time to interview him would be. I totally messed that one up.

I watched him go for a few beats, then I decided to give up on him for the day and try again tomorrow. Tonight I was going to concentrate on the music and just the music. If the band wanted to play hard to get with interviews, fine (and if I was going to bungle up some interviews with my big, fat mouth, fine). That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to observe and then compose the best damn live show review. Ever.

I shuffled back to the bus, gathered my purse, my notepad, my tape recorder and the venue’s All Access pass, and went to go catch Hybrid’s soundcheck.

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