With: Scarlet Cole
Congratulations to "Bn100", the winner in Scarlet's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!
While Jordan Reclaimed is my first published rockstar romance, it isn’t actually the first ever rockstar romance I have written. No. For that honor, we have to take a step back in time.
Imagine a non-descript classroom in a working class town in the North of England, filled with thirteen year old children dressed in haphazard variations of the school uniform. It’s the eighties, so the girls have an assortment of uniform amendments - ties worn in reverse so the skinny side shows, leather thongs tied around the wrist, electric blue mascara and Constance Carroll lipstick in Candy Floss (which totally flouts the no-make up rules) … Zoom in closer, and you’ll find me, sitting near the back of the class wearing a bright cerise pink leather jacket writing quotes from Pretty in Pink on my geography book.
You see, before I even knew the term fan-fic or rockstar romance, my friends and I used to write super-hot (for thirteen year olds) stories about Norwegian band, a-ha. At night, we’d write scenes, and in the morning, we’d share them with each other before registration. If your favorite was Magne (Mags) Furuholmen, you might write a double-date which featured whichever friend preferred Morten Harket or Paul Waaktaar-Savoy. Or you might write a more explicit scene to the best extent of your thirteen-year old experiences. It was a strictly girl only thing. Usually for those who’d already read Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, or some tattered copy of Virginia Andrew’s Flowers in the Attic.
One day, I was sitting in my French class with two girlfriends, doing what everyone else in French was doing, ignoring our teacher. We had swapped our juicy stories and were secretly reading them during verb conjugation when our male French teacher swooped in, took one of them and proceeded to read it while we tried to focus on our school work. The miracle was, we didn’t get into trouble. I honestly don’t know why, perhaps he liked a-ha just as much as we did, but I like to think it was because we blew him away with our little rockstar romance story.
For a chance to win an ebook of Jordan Reclaimed, let me know what the first rockstar romance you remember reading was.
Excerpt from Jordan Reclaimed by Scarlett Cole (contains adult subject matter)
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“You’re looking kind of tense there, man,” Nikan said, flopping down on the sofa opposite him. “You and the lovely Lexi should go burn off some of that frustration.”
“Shut the fuck up about Lexi. She’s not that kind of girl,” he said.
“Oh, they’re all that kinda girl. Doesn’t matter whether they are married, engaged, or single. They all want a bit of nasty every now and then.”
Jordan rolled his eyes and then he spotted Dred talking to a girl who had her back to him. She wore black boots that went over her knees and had heels as high as any he’d seen. They were pretty fucking hot boots, and he was just imagining what they’d look like on Lexi when the woman turned around and walked toward him. He jumped to his feet, uncertain of whether his heart was going to start beating again. Lexi grinned when she saw him.
She was wearing black leggings and a black jersey dress that hugged her ass and slouched sexily off one shoulder. And holy shit, she done all kinds of makeup stuff, like black eyeliner, which he loved. He started to walk toward her and grinned. Perhaps Nikan had a point when he said that they should go burn off some frustration. She looked like a cross between a rock chick and a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
Jordan reached Lexi and put his hands on either side of her face, savoring the comfort he always felt when her eyes were on him. “Me and my dick both think you look fucking hot,” he said and kissed her. In the boots, she was much closer to him in height, meaning his cock lined up against her perfectly. Yeah. She’d be leaving them on for him later.
Lexi’s arms slipped around his waist and into the back pockets of his jeans. She pulled back from him a little. “You might have to carry me out later,” she said with a grin. “I almost ruined my dance career attempting to walk from work to a cab. They’re treacherous in snow.”
Jordan laughed. Any other girl would’ve played it cool, tried to seduce him with the sexy outfit. Instead, she made him laugh, and that seduced him more.
“What did you do to score one of these?” Jordan joked, tugging on the all-access pass he’d left for her.
“I promised the bassist a lap-dance,” she said, teasingly.
“Mmm. Yeah, you did. Maybe tonight you and the boots can pay up.”
“You like the boots?”
“Yeah. Me and half the men in this building love the fucking boots,” he said, looking around them.
Jordan Steele’s life began when he was ten. When he was taken from his parents and a house that was never a home. When he met his brothers, the other lost and abandoned boys in his group home. When he learned what friendship and family and love looked like.
Now he’s made good, touring the world with the band he and his brothers formed in that crowded group home. No one but his found family really knows the man under the fame and fortune, the scars he hides behind the rockstar lifestyle. Until he sees her through the windows of the National Ballet, dancing, and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so dark.
Aleksandra Artemov ticks all the ballet boxes. Father a legendary Kirov dancer. Check. Prepping since birth for classical ballet. Check. Compulsive control over the food she eats. Check. Principal dancer at The National Ballet of Canada. Check. But what she craves is freedom.
She craves Jordan.
Everything about him should terrify her. His size, his tattoos, his edge. But he doesn’t. He stirs her very soul. Jordan has nothing but himself to offer her, and he's never been good enough for anyone. Can he figure out how to face his own demons before he loses his light for good?
About Scarlett Cole:
The tattoo across my right hip says it all really. A Life Less Ordinary. Inked by the amazingly talented Luke Wessman at the Wooster Street Social Club (a.k.a. New York Ink). Why is it important? Well, it sums up my view on life. That we should all aspire to live a life that is less boring, less predictable. Be bold, and do something amazing. I’ve made some crazy choices. I’ve been a car maker, a consultant, and even a senior executive at a large retailer running strategy. Born in England, spent time in the U.S. and Japan, before ending up in Canada were I met my own, personal hero – all six and a half feet of him. Both of us are scorpios! Yeah, I know! Should have checked the astrological signs earlier, but somehow it works for us. We have two amazing kids, who I either could never part with or could easily be convinced to sell on e-bay. I’ve wanted to be a writer for a really long time. Check through my office cupboards or my computer and you’ll find half written stories and character descriptions everywhere. Now I'm getting the chance to follow that dream.
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