Cecilia Tan

For something a little different today I thought I’d let Axel, the rock star hero of TAKING THE LEAD, be the one to list his recommended reads. Take it away, Axel!

Yeah, books! My band has been on tour a lot lately and I spend a lot of time on a tour bus and on airplanes. Ebooks are the best. I can read them anywhere, always get one in the middle of the night: they’re perfect for a musician on the go. So I read a lot. There are so many hours of dead time while you’re on tour you have to do something or you’ll go crazy. Here are some of the books I read this year and really enjoyed:

IT’S SO EASY by Duff McKagan

I grew up hearing Guns ‘n’ Roses but I had no idea that the bass player, Duff McKagan, played such a big part in forming the band and in writing the songs. Duff’s story of being a teenage car thief in Seattle’s punk scene, moving to LA to find his fortune, hitting it big with Guns ‘n’ Roses, and then almost losing his life to drugs and alcohol before finding redemption and true love could totally be a romance novel. Except it’s all true, as told by the man himself. Loved it, A++++, would read again.

THE MASTER by Tara Sue Me

I am kinky. I am into BDSM. But I prefer my consumption of BDSM erotic stimulation in the written form. Partly because watching actual porn in the tour bus is never a good idea what with privacy being somewhat scarce. But lying in my bunk reading? For all my bandmates know I’m reading the New York Times. (Well, no, okay, they know I’m not reading that. But they don’t know I’m reading scorching hot BDSM action either.)

METAL CATS by Alexandra Crockett

I am not making this up. This book is my go-to gift book for any woman who loves rock stars and cats. It’s a book of portrait photos of metal musicians AND THEIR KITTENS. The best thing is how many of these guys look like their cats. See? We rock stars are just big pussycats. Rawr.

STRANGE FASCINATION: DAVID BOWIE: The Definitive Story by David Buckley

As mentioned above, I enjoyed Duff McKagan’s autobiography. It’s a true crying shame we’ll never have an autobiography from David Bowie, whose death has left a gaping hole in the world of music and in a lot of our hearts. This biography is one of the few that comes close to doing him justice, though.

SWEET FILTHY BOY by Christina Lauren

I confess someone, possibly my own girlfriend, left this lying around and with a title like that I thought, hey, is she talking about me? But I picked it up and started to read. This is hot stuff! Three best friends travel to a wild weekend in Vegas after they graduate college where they keep running into three hot guys. So far so good… I was going to put it back down, but then the main gal wakes up one morning with no memory of the night before, and the hotel room she’s in is trashed, handprints on the windows, lipstick on the walls…it looks (and feels) like maybe she had sex on every surface available. And she’s wearing a wedding ring. Zing! I was hooked and had to keep reading. (Plenty of sexy times follow.)

Be sure to check out Cecilia’s most recent release: Taking The Lead

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Blurb

When the rich and famous come out to play, nothing is off-limits . . . 

Everyone knows Ricki Hamilton as the icy heiress living in a billion-dollar mansion, high up in the Hollywood Hills. But few realize that behind the gilded gates, Ricki is the mistress of LA’s most exclusive private club. A place where no fantasy is forbidden and no one goes unsatisfied-except for Ricki. If she had her way, she’d leave the business behind . . . until she meets the one man with the power to change her mind.

The hottest rock star in the world, Axel Hawke, has the requisite sexy look and bad-boy reputation. Yet even his biggest fans have no clue just how decadently dangerous he can be. From the moment he meets Ricki, he knows there is no other woman who will satisfy him. He can feel the heat hiding beneath her cool demeanor and he’s determined to stoke her flame.

Together Ricki and Axel indulge their every desire. The deeper they go, the more she craves. Submitting to Axel opens her eyes, and for the first time Ricki knows exactly what she wants. All she has to do is take it . . .

Excerpt:

“Okay, where were we?” Sakura drank a bit more of the sake. “Last time I’m going to say this: if Axel did anything sketchy, beyond carrying you off for a lark, anything that violated the rules of consent, then his name is mud in the BDSM community and you definitely shouldn’t be inviting him to join your club. But nothing you’ve told me so far really sounds all that sketchy. He carried you off, you willingly had some light role play and heavy sex; you played the submissive role and had, if I’m not mistaken, some of the best sex in your life. And that’s why you’re upset.”

“Because the sex was good?”

“Because you discovered that letting someone else be in charge is a turn-on for you. Ricki, let me assure you, being submissive in the bedroom isn’t the same thing as being subservient or second-class to the pushy men in your life.”

I dug in my heels. “That’s easy for you to say because you’re dominant.”

She sighed. “The other thing is, really, if something’s going on in your head, it’s probably got more to do with you than with him. The way to straighten it out is to talk it out with him. Axel may be fairly new to serious dom role play but I know for a fact that he knows about aftercare.”

Aftercare. I huffed. He’d tried to take care of me and I’d kicked him out. Sakura was making sense but I couldn’t quite put it all together in my mind. It was a lot to take in at once. “Okay, I confess. The thing is, when I’m near him? All common sense flies out the window, Sarah. I literally can’t get together with him to talk about this without melting into a puddle.”

“Ahhh.” She seemed to think that explained a lot. “Well. Have you tried calling him?”

“Of course I haven’t. I don’t even have his number.”

“Yes, you do.” She gave me a sly, knowing smile. “I programmed it into your phone before I gave it back.”

“You sneaky thing!” I pulled my phone out to see if what she said was true: sure enough, there was an Axel Hawke in my contacts now.

There was also a text from Paul. Schmitt’s pressing me to schedule an appointment with you, his message read. Y/N?

“Tell him he can have an appointment with me after he gives me a slot to address the CTC board of directors,” I said aloud.

Sakura sipped her tea. “Huh. Speaking of pushy men in your life. Schmitt?”

“How did you guess?” He couldn’t want to talk about the upcoming kinky dungeon party. He’d want to meet with both me and Gwen for that. “I have no clue what he wants now. I guess I have to meet with him to find out.”

“Don’t be silly. Have Paul get an agenda from him. No agenda, no meeting. If the items are too sensitive to put on an agenda, well, that gives you the answer in another way.”

“Right. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You’ve got to stop thinking of yourself as at the beck and call of these guys in suits, Rick’. Start thinking of yourself as the Queen of the Universe whom they all serve.”

“What are you talking about? I’m already Queen Bitch of the Universe twenty-four-seven these days and I’m tired of it, Sarah.”

“Tsk tsk. I didn’t say bitch. You do pretty well with your staff; I’ve seen it. You’re firm, fair, but very definitely in charge and demanding your due.”

“But they’re my employees. Of course I can be all leader-like with them.”

“And I’m telling you, act like that with these executives and lawyers in the club or they’re going to treat you like Cy’s little girl forever.” She set her sake cup down. “You’re afraid that being a sub in the bedroom means you’ll be submissive to these jerks, too? Don’t let it happen. I don’t care that they’re three times your age. You can buy and sell every one of them. Act like it.”

“I have a ‘game face,’ ” I said in my defense. “Ice queen.”

“Drop the ice and just think queen. Think: crown on your head.” She pointed to the top of her own head where a tiara would go and I felt myself sitting up straighter without even trying. “Demand their respect and you’ll get it, Ricki. Axel already respects you a hundred times more than these assholes.”

“Does he?”

I tried to imagine what getting on the phone with him would be like. Part of me longed to hear his voice again. But what exactly did I want to say to him? Could I make him understand the reasons why I couldn’t be with him? Could I make him understand what was going on in my life? “I just don’t know, Sar’. What do you say to a guy who’s turned your whole world upside down?”

The door slid aside and there was our waiter with a gigantic wooden tray shaped like a boat in his hands, well laden with a display of fish as colorful and gorgeous as a jewelry display at Tiffany’s. He sailed it onto our table, gave us another smile, and then retreated again. The arrival of such a feast distracted us completely from the fact that Sarah never answered my question.

Recommended Reads – Something Different by Guest, Cecilia Tan was first published on Fiction Vixen