SERIES GIVEAWAY & Interview ~ CHRISTINE ZOLENDZ

Christine Zolendz is an Indie author, mother of two, wife, ultimate bookwhore and smartass. Residing in New York City, she spends most of her time reading, writing, drinking huge vats of coffee, hiding from her family and fishing dolls and coins out of the toilet.

A paranormal rockstar romance.

I’m finally home after struggling through my brother’s illness and death. But, home is definitely a bit different. My best friend (the only person alive now that knows my secret) has a new boyfriend; and he has a friend. Shane Maxton: bad boy, tattooed rock god, eye candy extraordinaire. He is also New York City’s most arrogant, self-serving, son of a, well, a definite one-night stand kind of a guy.

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But, it doesn’t matter to me because I’ve spent my existence looking for the love of my life, my angel. And, there is nothing that Shane Maxton can do to change that.

My spoiler-free review of Fall From Grace  (Mad World #1)
My spoiler-free review of Saving Grace  (Mad World #2) 

“Please, Grace, whatever it is you’re going after, please try and find it here with me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.”
~ Shane Maxton 

“I promise you, I will pick up every broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the rest of my fucking life, I will put you back together… I’ll make you whole again.“
~ Shane Maxton 

TEASER SNIPPET FROM

 ~ SCARS AND SONGS ~

Shane Maxton’s Point of View

The night started the way it always did, the guys and me meeting up at the bar before a gig. A crowd of girls sat at the table next to us as we horribly tried pick-up line after pick-up line on them. We all made a game out of it, because really, after a show every girl that had said no to us would be on their knees in front of us later, mouthing how great we were. Every girl.  Any girl.  No problem.  I had yet to meet a girl who knew the word no.  Not when the guys from my band, Mad World, were around anyway.

Tucker, who wasnʼt even in the band was the best at the game, but thatʼs because he just had the worst pick up lines in the world, I think he had a book somewhere where he wrote them all down.

“Great legs, what time do they open?” Tucker called out to the girls laughing.

Chuckling, I chimed in, “If I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?” The girls made disgusted faces in our direction, shaking their heads in disbelief.

Alex, my rhythm guitarist and keyboardist, elbowed me in the gut to listen to his line. “Hey, how about you sit on my face and let me eat my way to your heart?”  He shoved his tongue between two of his fingers and wiggled it towards the girls sexually.  I laughed harder.

Brayden, my bassist, snorted like a pig and beer shot right out of his nose. Howls of laughter rang out from our table. Then he called over, “I got the F-C-K. All I need is U!”

Ethan my drummer just laughed along with us, he never participated in our immature games. Heʼd be the first one of us divorced with 2.5 kids and a dog.
 Probably a freaking cat too.  Freaking pussy.

Tucker rolled another out, “If this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib!”
That caused the girls to stand up and move to another table farther away from us idiots. All except one light haired girl who flipped me her middle finger, but stayed firmly planted to her seat, crooking her lips into a sexy little smile.  Easy.

I got up from my seat and leaned over her table, right in front of her face, “I would love to,” I whispered. I held my hand out for her, and just like I thought she would, she grabbed it with sweaty palms.

I took her into one of the back rooms.  It was as good a place as any to get laid, most of the time I was too uninspired by the easy women that opened up their legs for me to even bother to take them home.  And they were all easy.  I didn’t even have to look anymore, they just jumped on my arms after a show.  Let’s be honest, they jumped right on our dicks right after a show, no need to sugar coat it.  It is what it is.  Easy.

The girl walked right into the storage closet lifted her skirt to her waist and bent over, ready.  She wasn’t even wearing any fucking underwear. Holy shit.  Maybe I should use two condoms with this one if she’s that fucking easy.  She leaned over a shelf full of cases of beer, stretched her chin over her shoulder and smiled, “My names Crystal.”  Now she tells me?

“Hey, hi.  Nice to, uh, meet you,” I laughed.  What the hell did I care what her name was?  I was never going to use it.

She turned her head around spreading her legs wider, “God I can’t wait to tell all my girlfriends I hooked up with the lead singer from Mad World.  Those girls I was sitting with just now, I just work with them, they don’t know how famous you are.”  And there it was, the reason my cock got so much action, I was Shane Maxton, lead singer of Mad World.  Famous.  Yeah.  No one knew who the hell I really was.

Release date : 2013

A cute blonde haired, green-eyed woman sits closely with Shane Maxton, the lead singer of NYC’s hottest Indie band, Mad World.  The woman looks over to the rock star adoringly and you can just tell they have a special relationship.“Hey, it’s nice to meet everybody here on AestasBookBlog.  Thanks for meeting us at Boozer’s for a drink and letting us take part in this December’s Author-a-thon-22 Authors in 22 days.  I’m Christine.”

Shane lifts his beer to his lips, but before he drinks from the bottle his mouth eases into a sexy smoldering smile. “And I’m Shane,” he says. His voice is low and raspy, wrapping itself around you. He’s wearing a tight black sleeveless shirt with an Avenged Sevenfold logo spread across his muscular chest.  The lean toned muscles of his tattooed arms catch your eye, and you can feel a small tingle down deep in the pit of your stomach.  Shane cocks his head and gives a sideways smile, “We’re here to tell you anything you want to know.”