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About The Author
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
Meet The Author
~An Interview with Best-selling Author London Saint James~
Every Single Part of You
Hi London! It is a great pleasure to meet you! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to join us today! We would like to talk to you about your newest release, "Every Single Part Of You". Are you ready to get started?
Hi. *Waves and wiggles back in chair* Thanks so much for having me over to chat with you today. I’m happy to be here. I'm ready when you are!
Great! Let's get started then!
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
I think like many writers, I’ve been one most of my life. With me, from the time I could write I did. However, I was never encouraged to write. Quite the opposite in fact. I’d been told writing wasn’t something to do seriously—nothing but a pipe dream. So, I did the serious thing. You know, college, degrees, working forty plus hours a week in the real world, but I always scribbled down stories. Always came back to writing as a stress relief in that serious world I lived in. Then, going on six years ago, I decided what the heck and submitted a short story I’d written to a publisher. I figured, what is the worst thing that could happen? I’d get a rejection letter. Though, I got an acceptance letter instead. From that point on I pretty much wrote nonstop, left all that serious stuff, doing serious things in the serious world behind. Now, I write full time. So, that silly ‘pipe dream’ of mine came true.
What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?
The best is being able to do what I love. After all, how many people really get to say that? Writing isn’t a ‘job,’ it’s a passion that I get to indulge. I also love hearing from readers and fans. As for the worst aspects, I would say seeing something you have put your heart and soul into pirated and plastered on illegal sites.
What inspires you to write?
Many, many things inspire me. Some of my story ideas have come from music, art, quotes, things people have said to me. But, what truly keeps me writing would be the fans. I have the best readers/fans in the world. Their support, words of encouragement, and their excitement about characters and stories I’ve written keep me motivated.
How did you come up with this story?
During an author to author chat where we talked about rockers, bands, hot bad boy musicians. That conversation sparked the idea of writing a series of books about a metal band. A touring metal band. And so, Cinder was born! *Smiles*
How did you conduct your research for this story?
I’m lucky to know several working musicians. Been to many, many concerts of both well known and not so well know bands. Even been backstage. I pulled from that knowledge.
What are 3 of your favorite lines/quotes from this story?
Ah, taking favorites from a story is always so hard. After all, it’s my book baby. I have to love all of it. But, let me think… Okay. I’ll go with these:
From Sara: I’d been born into the spotlight, but a far different one than Cinder came to life beneath. Smile prettily for the cameras, Sara. Be the polished picture of perfection. The supportive daughter, mindful of every word I said, what I ate, what I wore, where I went, who I associated with. I had obligations that weren’t mine in the making—an impeccably choreographed Sara on a stifling political stage.
From Eryk: Scrubbing my palm down the back of my head, I closed my eyes. I may not be worthy, but was going to strive to be, because the truth of the matter was, Sara Holbrook had quickly become everything to me.
From Cross: There’s no denying. No fighting. Not that I would do either. I’d found the one when I wasn’t even looking. Or maybe, I’d always been looking for Sara without knowing it.
What would your friends say is your best quality?
Hm… I’m not sure. Perhaps my ability to just be there and listen.
Are reader reviews important to you?
Yes. If someone takes the time to read and honestly review my work I do appreciate them doing that. I appreciate what they liked about the story and even what they didn’t like.
Do you have any blogs/websites?
Yes I do. My blog, London’s Scribbles stays hopping. http://londonsj.blogspot.com and my website is http://www.londonsaintjames.com
What do you do when you don’t write?
I love to read. Listen to music. Watch movies. Hang with my family and friends.
Tell us about your other books?
I’m one of those authors who have a long list of WIPs (works in progress) which means I have several series that I’m working on, but as for Cinder, Forever Yours, which will be book 1.5 is currently under way. This novella length book will be more about Sara, Eryk, and Cross. Book 2 will be Fade’s story. As for my current books that are available now, readers can find a complete list here: http://www.londonsaintjames.com/books.html
If you could share one thing about yourself that you would like readers to know what would it be?
That I truly value and appreciate my readers. I’m not blowing smoke. I mean it. Without them, I couldn’t do what I do.
Thank you so much for all of this! We really enjoyed our time with you today and we are looking forward to hearing more from you soon!
Again, thanks so much for having me over to visit today and to talk a little bit about my newest release, Every Single Part of You. I had a blast.
Hi. *Waves and wiggles back in chair* Thanks so much for having me over to chat with you today. I’m happy to be here. I'm ready when you are!
Great! Let's get started then!
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
I think like many writers, I’ve been one most of my life. With me, from the time I could write I did. However, I was never encouraged to write. Quite the opposite in fact. I’d been told writing wasn’t something to do seriously—nothing but a pipe dream. So, I did the serious thing. You know, college, degrees, working forty plus hours a week in the real world, but I always scribbled down stories. Always came back to writing as a stress relief in that serious world I lived in. Then, going on six years ago, I decided what the heck and submitted a short story I’d written to a publisher. I figured, what is the worst thing that could happen? I’d get a rejection letter. Though, I got an acceptance letter instead. From that point on I pretty much wrote nonstop, left all that serious stuff, doing serious things in the serious world behind. Now, I write full time. So, that silly ‘pipe dream’ of mine came true.
What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?
The best is being able to do what I love. After all, how many people really get to say that? Writing isn’t a ‘job,’ it’s a passion that I get to indulge. I also love hearing from readers and fans. As for the worst aspects, I would say seeing something you have put your heart and soul into pirated and plastered on illegal sites.
What inspires you to write?
Many, many things inspire me. Some of my story ideas have come from music, art, quotes, things people have said to me. But, what truly keeps me writing would be the fans. I have the best readers/fans in the world. Their support, words of encouragement, and their excitement about characters and stories I’ve written keep me motivated.
How did you come up with this story?
During an author to author chat where we talked about rockers, bands, hot bad boy musicians. That conversation sparked the idea of writing a series of books about a metal band. A touring metal band. And so, Cinder was born! *Smiles*
How did you conduct your research for this story?
I’m lucky to know several working musicians. Been to many, many concerts of both well known and not so well know bands. Even been backstage. I pulled from that knowledge.
What are 3 of your favorite lines/quotes from this story?
Ah, taking favorites from a story is always so hard. After all, it’s my book baby. I have to love all of it. But, let me think… Okay. I’ll go with these:
From Sara: I’d been born into the spotlight, but a far different one than Cinder came to life beneath. Smile prettily for the cameras, Sara. Be the polished picture of perfection. The supportive daughter, mindful of every word I said, what I ate, what I wore, where I went, who I associated with. I had obligations that weren’t mine in the making—an impeccably choreographed Sara on a stifling political stage.
From Eryk: Scrubbing my palm down the back of my head, I closed my eyes. I may not be worthy, but was going to strive to be, because the truth of the matter was, Sara Holbrook had quickly become everything to me.
From Cross: There’s no denying. No fighting. Not that I would do either. I’d found the one when I wasn’t even looking. Or maybe, I’d always been looking for Sara without knowing it.
What would your friends say is your best quality?
Hm… I’m not sure. Perhaps my ability to just be there and listen.
Are reader reviews important to you?
Yes. If someone takes the time to read and honestly review my work I do appreciate them doing that. I appreciate what they liked about the story and even what they didn’t like.
Do you have any blogs/websites?
Yes I do. My blog, London’s Scribbles stays hopping. http://londonsj.blogspot.com and my website is http://www.londonsaintjames.com
What do you do when you don’t write?
I love to read. Listen to music. Watch movies. Hang with my family and friends.
Tell us about your other books?
I’m one of those authors who have a long list of WIPs (works in progress) which means I have several series that I’m working on, but as for Cinder, Forever Yours, which will be book 1.5 is currently under way. This novella length book will be more about Sara, Eryk, and Cross. Book 2 will be Fade’s story. As for my current books that are available now, readers can find a complete list here: http://www.londonsaintjames.com/books.html
If you could share one thing about yourself that you would like readers to know what would it be?
That I truly value and appreciate my readers. I’m not blowing smoke. I mean it. Without them, I couldn’t do what I do.
Thank you so much for all of this! We really enjoyed our time with you today and we are looking forward to hearing more from you soon!
Again, thanks so much for having me over to visit today and to talk a little bit about my newest release, Every Single Part of You. I had a blast.
~About The Book~
Every Single Part Of You
Series: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour
Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers
Published by: LSJ Romance
Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
Release Date: May 27, 2016
Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language and sexual scenes
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers
Published by: LSJ Romance
Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
Release Date: May 27, 2016
Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language and sexual scenes
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
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~An Excerpt From The Book~
Every Single Part Of You
Holy cow. The energy swirling through the dimly lit Tacoma Dome was a living, pulsing entity unlike anything I’d experienced before. Twenty thousand-plus people packed the space, chanting, “Cinder! Cinder!” while holding lighters and cellphones in the air, so many it was as if millions of fireflies took flight.
Briar and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our close vantage point.
Leaning into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking awesome?”
“It is,” I agreed.
“You two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yes.”
She flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
“Bri,” I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic, but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a “Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
“Oh my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the process. “This is it, babe.”
An unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire, followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real flames and sparks
shot into the air as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
The crowd went wild.
“That’s Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
I looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
A huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together, leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm guitarist.”
The two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one going left, the other right.
Beside me, Briar wolf-whistled.
“Shit, yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend, never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
With a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long hair swishing about her face.
The vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck, fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty, sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god, focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
Focus on something else.
I watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were doing some killer cardio.
When the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly voice.
The crowd went berserk.
Briar and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our close vantage point.
Leaning into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking awesome?”
“It is,” I agreed.
“You two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yes.”
She flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
“Bri,” I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic, but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a “Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
“Oh my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the process. “This is it, babe.”
An unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire, followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real flames and sparks
shot into the air as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
The crowd went wild.
“That’s Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
I looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
A huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together, leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm guitarist.”
The two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one going left, the other right.
Beside me, Briar wolf-whistled.
“Shit, yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend, never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
With a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long hair swishing about her face.
The vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck, fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty, sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god, focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
Focus on something else.
I watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were doing some killer cardio.
When the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly voice.
The crowd went berserk.
