ACE a Band of Brothers novel by Lyra Parish
Coming September 1, 2015
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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.
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.
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