Q&A with Carlene Love Flores!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Hi Beth! Hi Beth’s friends! Thank you so much for inviting me back. I always love spending time here at your oh-so-pretty web home. And I love the new editions to the eye candy since the last time I was here. Hottie Hunnam, yummy! Okay, I will try to focus now… xoxo.

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Yes! Stay for Me is book 1 of a new series called These Three Words. The series follows the curious love lives of a group of good friends who also happen to be male revue dancers. First up is sexy, gentle giant Sam. He’s an ex-soldier looking to right a wrong from his past with his best friend, Emma. All the guys make fun appearances in Stay for Me, so I look forward to getting their stories out, hopefully later this year.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

My honest answer is A LOT! My rock star series came about because of a lifelong love of Depeche Mode that culminated in me getting to meet the guys. This new series was inspired by a weekend I shared back in October with my mom in Las Vegas. We were there to honor my step-dad who had passed away and whose last request was that everyone celebrate his life. He had taken my mom to her first male revue show back in the 70’s and so Mom and I decided to go to our first show together. We ended up seeing Chippendales one night and Australia’s Thunder from Down Under the next. It was incredibly inspiring on many different levels.

Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why? 

My favorite author in the entire universe is Sherrilyn Kenyon. I think she is phenomenal at writing a hero’s redemption and I love how unique her characters are. I’d love to siphon some of that from her somehow! Loved that question, thank you so much for having me!! Xoxoxoxox.

Blurb:

One night to finally make it right before it all gets torn apart…

            Two years ago, best friends Emma Chester and Sam Jason tried being intimate. Due to Sam’s massive size, it didn’t work. Emma was hurt. Embarrassed, they did their best to move on. Now the day has come when Emma must suspend Sam as a dancer at the club they work at, awakening the buried pain of that one night.
            Sam has seen this day coming but is shocked when Emma asks him to strip for her just once before he leaves the club. Allowing himself to feel for her again is too dangerous but she’s clearly not in her right mind and needs him.
            Can he maintain his restraint and help her?
            When she hands him his uniform to strip out of, is she handing him her heart? Or is it too tattered to ever belong to him again?

Excerpt:

“Are you okay?” she asked as he felt his back move against the wall.

No. In fact, he was ashamed of the slip in control as the thrill of that shot of her breath reminded him. He’d once thought of nothing else besides making love to her and had been pretty damn reckless in going after it as a twenty-one-year-old man. Didn’t matter that they’d been best friends since they were thirteen. In fact, that was what should have stopped him. How much time she and her family had given to improving his home life should have been his reminder not to touch. Not to kiss.

The sudden mind game didn’t stop there.

Tight knots shot up through his gut. Damn, he was not getting aroused, except for damn, he was. It was her eyes and her hair and what she’d been trying to do for him. He pushed down and adjusted the growing and inappropriate bulge so it didn’t bust the overworked zipper of his god-awful, tight pants. As soon as he did that, she finally spoke.

            “You’re still in costume.” He watched her chest rise and fall with her deep breath, wondering what exactly it meant.

God, was she responding to him? He’d lie if he didn’t still have the clearest picture of her smile taking over her face when he came off the plane to meet her and her parents. She’d even told him how good he looked in his Army uniform. Haunted by the knowledge of how badly he’d hurt Emma trying to make love that night, he prayed for her sake that he was wrong. And now here he was thinking what? Two years he’d lived up to that vow. There had to be a way to crawl back into the hole he’d dug where feelings for Emma were buried.

            Then she did the most dangerous thing of all. She crawled over to the wall where he’d escaped, reached out, and touched his shoulder.

“Didn’t have time to take it off,” he said and came out of his squat to rest on his knees, preparing to get up and leave before he did something stupid.

            He could not hurt her again, and he was dangerously close to breaking his vow.

This was about quitting one job and replacing it with another, finances, and upholding secret arrangements with her parents who he loved like his own. Not drudging up the night he’d put everything on the line and asked her to be his, how eager she’d been to say yes, and how he’d screwed it all up. But now he couldn’t ignore the flood of fire as Emma’s brown eyes did their best to lie for her, same as his tried on his behalf.

            “Emma, I should go. Gotta clean out my locker.”

            Get some fresh air and a pair of pants that aren’t so damn tight.

            He vaguely noticed the slight shake to the ends of her hair before she said the words that rocked his world, taking this completely off the playing field he’d been prepared to run around.

            She rubbed at the tip of her cute little nose. “I only took this job because I knew if you left without me that night, you’d find a way to stay away for good. For my good. Just like you’re trying to do now. I’m calling bullshit, on all of this. I’ve wanted to be yours since the eighth grade, Sam. You tell me how to quit that. I’m tired of lying.”

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A Bit About Carlene:

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC), RWA San Diego (RWASD), and the Waterworld Mermaids. Carlene currently lives in the San Diego area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.  

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Tamsin Baker Visits to Talk About Book 2 of the Perfect Pairs Series

Hello!  Hi Beth!

Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!   

Thank you for having me!

  

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Yes, this is the second story in my MFM, mountain lion shifter. contemporary series called ‘Perfect Pairs.’

The idea of Perfect pairs came about when I was discussing ménage with my partner. I theorized that most women don’t necessarily fantasize about loving two men, but instead want enough love and sex to satisfy them, and also we tend to want characteristics that don’t exist in the same person. So my perfect pairs are two men are what I believe we all want. They are non-identical twins who have opposing yet complimentary assets (who happen to be amazing in bed).

For example, these are my two heroes from this book. Jack is a football coach. He is crass, funny, light hearted, dominant and a huge hulk of a man.

Scott is smaller but still fit (what hero wouldn’t be) and a scientist. He’s more tortured, serious, smart and sensitive.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

The answer to this question has changed dramatically in the past 12 months. There never used to be any of my real life in my books, and personally I think they lacked a lot of depth. But since meeting my amazing partner, I now put huge amounts of his personality into my heroes. I also use some of my new experiences (ie. Dealing with step children) in my books because I understand more. It is fun and very therapeutic.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

I have a short m/m story in the new Uniform Manlove Anthology Evernight Publishing is releasing at the end of February, and writing the third perfect pairs book.

I have a half written Planet Alpha book and M/M were wolf book sitting on my desk top too. Stories are always floating around my brain.  :-)

Stalking the Pharmacist

                                                                         Blurb:

The voluptuous Ashleigh flies into a small town at the base of the Rockie Mountains for two reasons; One, a holiday to clear her head and give her some space from her abusive ex-husband. Two, to attend her gorgeous cousin’s wedding. The last thing she expects to see is her beloved cousin Laura marrying two men, and to find herself irrationally attracted to another pair of twins.

Scientist Scott and Football-coach Jack are a perfect pair of Rockie Mountain lion shifters, who made the horrible decision when they were young to break from tradition. They each married a woman who made their lives miserable rather than search for their destined mate, and now into their mid forties they’re struggling with their everyday life.

All the signs show them that Ash is their true mate. Jack is eager and ready to chase, but Scott’s scars run deep. Will they be able to overcome their past to create a new future?

Excerpt:

 

Jack bent his head to suck on Ash’s neck, loving the feel of her heartbeat fluttering beneath his lips.

He couldn’t claim her today, he knew he couldn’t, but the need to do so rode him hard. Despite Scott’s reservations about the whole perfect pair mating thing, Jack knew now that the legends were true. They needed Ash, and would never be happy without her.

“How are you feeling about the idea of being both my and Scott’s mate?”

Ash frowned and lifted her hand, using her fingertips to make circles on his shoulder.

“I don’t really know, to be honest. If you’d asked me last week how I felt about threesomes, I would have been horrified. But having seen my cousin with her two husbands, and knowing a bit better how the dynamics of it all works, thanks to you…I…”

Ah, so she was struggling with the fact that she now didn’t mind the idea. Women were so bloody contradictory.

“All I’m asking, Ash, is for you to keep an open mind about it. I know, in theory it seems strange, but I have faith in the legends of my people.”

She cocked her head and smiled up at him. “Your people?”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed and began kissing her again, not wanting to reveal all of their secrets yet. It would be hard enough for her to accept both him and Scott at once, not to mention the fact that they could both turn into Rocky Mountain lions whenever they felt like it.

“My turn.”

Ash wiggled out from beneath him as she spoke and pushed on his chest as though she wanted him to roll off her.

“Huh?” He followed her lead and moved to lay on his back beside her. He stared at her as she began to kiss down his chest, her soft, wet lips like little electric shocks against his skin.

Her tongue flicked out and licked at one of his nipples, and lightning zinging through his chest.

“Hey, come up here, beautiful girl.”

Jack was uncomfortable but wasn’t quite sure why. He reached down with the intention of pulling her up against him but stopped when she glared up at him.

“No, I want to touch you too, Jack.”

He chuckled and lay his hand over where hers gripped his bicep.

“You are.”

She shook her head. “No, I mean I want to be able to enjoy your incredible body without you distracting me or stopping me.”

His face heated and for the first time Jack was glad for the dimly lit room.

“You don’t have to pay me back, Ash. I’d prefer just to pleasure you.”

And he honestly did. Why was she acting so strangely about it?

Ash giggled and moved over to his other nipple, this time sucking it into her mouth and making him gasp as his cock twitched against his thigh.

It didn’t make sense that such a simple thing could feel so good.

Ash continued to move down his body, kissing over his torso and making him instinctively suck in his gut. He was getting a bit thick in the waist, perhaps he’d start running again since he now had Ash to impress.

“You have the most magnificent body I have ever seen in real life.”

Ash punctuated her words with slow kisses over his abs, and Jack laughed.

“As long as you want what you see, sweetheart, I’m happy.”

She looked up and gave him a big smile, the sort that made him clench his teeth against the need to come. She was too beautiful. Where had she been all of his life?

She looked down and before he realized what she planned, she took his already excited cock into her mouth. He hissed through his teeth as she wrapped her hot fist around the base and sucked the sensitive head into her mouth, sending hot streams of sensation through his cock and into his body.

“Oh wow, that feels wonderful.”

He forced his eyes open as he watched her work him. Feeling the wet heat and suction was hot enough, but looking down on her was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. Ash, his mate, and the most beautiful, intelligent, caring woman he’d ever met, had chosen to take his cock in her mouth. She actually wanted to give him attention. Life had never been so good.

She flicked her tongue out and licked the slit, making him groan and clench his hands into fists. His orgasm was teasing at him, his balls tightening and drawing up against his body.

He held on to his control, enjoying the fight as Ash’s beautiful mouth licked and teased him.

She began moving her hand, squeezing his shaft and stroking him as she sucked him. The heat began to move over him like a wave and he grabbed at her hands.

“Stop, stop.”

He tried to pull away but she gripped him harder, pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, and pinned him with a glare.

“Why?”

Tendrils of pleasure were licking at him, threatening to overwhelm him as she moved her hand on his rock hard flesh.

“I’d rather not come like this. I’ll wait until tonight, or until I can be inside you. It’s better if we wait a bit longer to make love, I think.”

He practiced the principles of Tantric usually and didn’t mind pulling himself back from an orgasm. Also, he really wanted to come with her pussy wrapped around him, and the wait would be worth it.

Ash continued to stroke him with her hand and stared up at him.

“Why would we wait? Don’t you want me?”

“Ah…” Trees, water, ice.  Jack pulled up as many images of non-arousing things as he could think of, rather than the picture Ash made with her hand around his cock and her tempting mouth oh-so-close.

“Of course I want you! You’re fucking gorgeous! But if you really do want to try to be a family with my twin and I, the legends encourage the first mating to be all three of us.”

He panted and gasped as she kept up her perfect pace.

“I suppose that makes sense to me, as much as any of this does.”

Ash grinned and kissed the crown of his cock. The traitor weeped a pearl of white precum out the tip as another wave of arousal ascended.

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Sabrina Paige Cover Reveal!

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PRICK ---Urban Dictionary

1.) penis
2.) derogatory term used to sum up the existence of a worthless a**hole.

Caulter Sterling is a prick.

A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick.

The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity.

I hate him.

He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy.

Except for me.

I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl.

And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever.

I lost my V-card to the devil himself.

It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it.

Except I just found out that my father - the Senator, the Presidential hopeful - is marrying Caulter's mother. Oh, and this summer? We're hitting the campaign trail.

One big happy family.

And I can't stop thinking about that prick.

I'm totally f**ked.

The edges of his eyes wrinkle when he looks at me.  "There are no other girls."

"I don't believe you."

"Yes you do," he says, moving his finger up to my face.  He traces the outline of my jaw, pulls my face up toward his.  "Because you know it's true.  Since you, there's been no one else."

My heart thumps in my chest.  "But the redhead..."

"I don't know her.  She walked in and stripped off her clothes."  He leans in close and kisses me, barely brushing my lips with his, the movement light as a feather.

I push him back, unable to contain my laugh.  "Women don't just walk in a room and take off their clothes."

"They do for me."

"That's ridiculous."

"I'm a celebrity," he says.  "It's not the first time."

"And it won't be the last, either."  I'm irritated with him again.  I'm irritated with the idea that women walk into a room and throw themselves at him.  I'm irritated with the fact that the insistent throbbing between my legs is making me stupid.  It's making me want to lose my mind and beg him to bury his cock inside me.

"I like this jealous streak," he says.  "It's adorable."

"I'm not jealous," I insist, lying, to him or myself, I'm not sure which.  "I'm making sure that you're not riddled with STDs."

"Jealous," he says, his mouth close to mine.  He licks my lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and I inhale sharply, my thoughts clouded by lust.

"You're the jealous one.  You were jealous when you saw me outside with Chase."

He grabs a handful of hair at the base of my neck and pulls me to him, covering my mouth with his.  A twinge of pain shoots through me as he presses his mouth hard against my mouth, his tongue warring with mine.  My body is on fire, and I long for him to run his hands over my skin.  I long to feel him inside me.

When he finally pulls away, he keeps a firm grasp on my hair, holding my head steady so I can't help but look at him.  "You're damn right I was jealous," he says.  "Don't even think about talking to him again."

"Says the guy who had a naked girl in the library.  That's ironic."

"I didn't touch her.  I threw her out," he says.  "She was repulsive."

"She was hot.  And you could have touched her," I say.  "You and I aren't anything."

"That lacrosse player doesn't lay a finger on you," he says.  "You belong to me."

"What the hell is this, Caulter?" I ask.  "You're the one who says you're just having a little fun.  You're nobody's happy ever after, remember?"

He grips my hair harder, pulls me against him, his hardness pressing into my thigh.  "And you're not some frail little princess who needs swept off her feet," he says, running his hand up the side of my leg and cupping my ass, the tips of his fingers touching my pussy lips.  I'm wet, practically dripping, and when he realizes it, he pulls me against him, crushing my mouth with his again.

"Then what am I?" I ask, when I come up for air.

"You're the most irritating girl I've ever met," he says, his grip still tight on my hair.  He covers my breast with his hand, warm through the fabric of the dress, and my nipples harden immediately to his touch.

Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler.

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Susceptible to Him Blog Tour! Welcome Lynn Burke!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

Lia Risso started talking to me one day, and while I made googley eyes and growled under my breath that I don’t DO contemporary, I relented. Her story exploded on paper, and her brothers started yapping for attention as well.

For other works, I’ll sit and write up a full, in depth interview with each character before writing to ensure I know them inside and out. It’s always fun, though, to have them surprise me while actually writing.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Not really. If inspiration slaps my muse upside the head, I start scribbling like a mad woman with whatever writing utensil I find. Most times, I have to sit and force myself to put onto paper the hazy scenes fogged by children and life.  ;)

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Susceptible to Him is the first in a planned series of 4 novellas. The stories follow the four Risso siblings in their quest for a love like their parents have.

Blurb:

Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.

Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.

One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.

They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.

 

Excerpt:

My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?

He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen or stroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine.

I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.

Damnation. I do not want this.

He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.

“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.

Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”

“And for you, sir?”

Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.

My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.

When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth.  “So.”

His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.

Holy shit.

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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Please Welcome the Wonderful London Saint James!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you for having me. I’m happy to be here with you!

  

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

Hm… Let me think on that one a moment. Okay. Moment over. *Smiles* When my muse tugged at me to write about Neverland and the Lost Boys, the first thing that popped into my mind was all the Lost Boys, and the hero Petúr, had to be badass warriors. From there, I just let my imagination flow and gave each of them some cool abilities.

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Rise of the Lost Prince started out as a standalone story, but as I wrote, the characters had much more to say and do, so yes. It will be a series called, Lost Boys.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I think there’s always a little piece of me (the real life me) in every book I write no matter the genre.

BLURB

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world... 

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland. 

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys. 

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

EXCERPT

“Where are we going?” Wyndi asked.

“My room.” Five rapid heartbeats later, they were inside his bedroom with Petúr kicking the door closed behind them. “I need to know something,” he said in his honey tones.

Wyndi glanced up at him from under her lashes, and shivered. He was staring at her with eyes glinting gold. The braid he wore in his hair dangled down the right side of his cheek, tickling her.

“What do you want to know?”

“This.”

Petúr bent his head, slanted his mouth over hers, tongue tasting the line of her lips until she parted them on an intake of breath. When their flesh met, she closed her eyes. Fireworks exploded inside her head, the luminous sparks floating, then falling, falling, and transitioning into a force crashing down over her—a title wave of longing. She moaned, tasting the summer sky, morning dew, the sweetness of rainbows, sultry nights, and rain storms.

Mind whirling, her body shifting, she was lying on her back, fingers tangled into the nape of Petúr’s satiny hair, the other hand pressed against the steely strength of his shirt-covered chest. Every part of her became aware of him on some sort of molecular level. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what she experienced when he tucked himself between her thighs and groaned. Heat slammed into her core. Her stomach quivered. Her panties dampened. An inferno. Yes, surely it must be an inferno which lapped at her skin while their tongues tangled into infinity.

****

 Petúr was lost in an ocean of sensation, wave after wave, pulling him under. The connection to this woman beneath him was undeniable. Everything about Wyndi filled him up until there was nothing but her. Her taste. Her touch. Her scent. His chest expanded.

Damn, her scent. She tasted better than the cotton candy fragrance that wafted from her skin. Skin. Oh, yes, skin. That’s what he needed, to feel her soft skin against his.

“Wyndi.” He breathed, saddened to break the kiss, reaching over his shoulder, yanking the material of his shirt, lifting up with the other hand, and pulling the garment from over his head. “I must feel your flesh against mine.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.

“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.

He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.

Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.

Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.” 

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Rise of the Lost Prince Listening List:

Hoobastank - Crawling In The Dark

Godsmack - Serenity

Linkin Park - Papercut

Alter Bridge - Rise Today

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

BrunuhVille - You And I

Matt Walters - The First Time

Creed - One Last Breath

Mat Kearney - Breathe In Breathe Out

Gabrielle Aplin - Salvation

Listening List on London’s YouTube Channel: http://youtu.be/bOHxtOLfvIo?list=PLTj2Uioh8mQ7CHZe8L4XAqO3WZQj6DovY

YouTube Link for Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/NUAx126pzIw