I am a Georgia native, who loves bad boys, tattoos, rock-n-roll, and sexy books. I toured during the 2009 reunion tour with The Allman Brothers as their photographer. I had the time of my life, and through those experiences, I gained an insight into the world of the rich and famous.
The "Guitar Face" story has lived in my crazy mind for many years. I did nothing but eat, sleep, and write "Guitar Face" for a solid week in April, 2014. I laughed and cried with each of these characters, and immensely enjoy reading this story the many times I have. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.
I love music, dogs, children, family, friends, and tattoos. I combined all of these into this story, & what better way to incorporate some of my favorite things than gorgeous, tatted rock stars.
Excerpt 1
“I am going to kill him.” I hear my brother’s voice.
Light is shining in from somewhere. I just need a few more hours sleep. I feel something shift beside me, and I let out a hung over groan. Wait, something shifted beside me? My eyes pop open, and I see Jag. He really is a gorgeous man. He winks at me, and the night’s events came back to me. We kissed… twice. It was amazing.
He whispers, “I think we are in trouble.”
“I know you are awake,” my brother says.
I am so not ready to deal with an overprotective brother and all the man rules that accompany kissing your best friend’s sister.
“I am so hurt Henley. I really thought what we had was beautiful. I sacrificed so much for you last night. I went for a brunette out of mad respect for you. You are my everything,” Kip says.
Jag and I chuckle.
Jag stands from the couch, and then offers me his hand to help me. I decide I can’t make it upright just yet, so I only manage to sit up. He sits back down by me. Kip jumps on my other side, and pulls me to him with both arms.
“She is mine, and you can’t have her Jagger Carlyle. Do you know where his penis has been?” he asks.
I didn’t want to think about that.
“No, I don’t Kip. But I know where your penis was last night,” I reply.
“Shit. You have a very valid point.” He releases me. “I will need to think of a million more reasons why you should be with me and not him,” he says.
I laugh at the ridiculousness that is Kip.
“You ready for this?” Koi asks.
He flips on the TV in the suite living room, and the E Channel blasts through TV’s surround sound.
It appears Henley Hendrix has reemerged after a four year sabbatical, and what better way to reappear than on the arm of Jagger Carlyle? The two were spotted at a Jacksonville nightclub last night entering arm in arm. Onlookers report he was very protective and fond of her. Once inside the bar, the pictures tell a pretty telling tale. This particular picture shows Carlyle and Hendrix holding each other on the dance floor. It is reported the two danced to Purple Rain. Are you trying to tell us something? More pictures emerged from club goers who captured the two in the corner of the club. It appears the Guitar Goddess is giving rock-n-roll’s bad boy a run for his money. The pictures are a bit grainy, but it shows Carlyle in a chair, and Hendrix straddling him. I am not sure who I am more jealous of.
Kip turns the television off. “I can’t take this. I am dying with jealousy over here. You never straddled me in public, pumpkin.”
Jagger throws a pillow at him. I burst out laughing. I stop long enough to see the look on Koi’s face, and then I laugh some more. I laugh so hard and for so long, tears run down my face. No one else in the room is laughing or smiling. They look a bit concerned.
“Is she losing it?” Koi asks with concern in his voice.
I keep laughing. He wants to know if I am losing it. Funny.
“Maybe we should get her a doctor,” Kip suggests.
“Just give her a minute.” Jag orders.
I keep laughing. I try several times to stop, but I found their hypocrisy to be too much.
Cam enters the room from his bedroom. “Is she okay?” he asks.
I laugh some more.
“What did you do to her last night?” Koi asks Jag.
“What did I do? Why is this my fault?” he asks.
“You broke man code. First, you are sleeping with Koi’s sister on the couch. Secondly, you are trying to steal the love of my life. You don’t bone your bro’s sister, and you don’t steal another bro’s girl,” Kip says.
“Don’t forget he kissed her in the elevator,” Cam says. “I can’t believe he finally did it. I mean who has balls enough to kiss her?”
“You kissed my sister?” Koi asks.
“You kissed my Henley?” Kip asks.
“Jesus Christ,” Jagger says.
“Why is she laughing like that?” Cam asks.
“We were photographed dancing at the club last night. E! News already has the story,” Jag says.
“I wouldn’t call the last set of pictures dancing,” Koi says gruffly.
“Now you two will get the combo name. I already had ours picked out. We were going to be Kipley. You stole all my glory! Now you two will be Jagley,” Kip says, and it only makes me laugh more.
Jagley. It is as ridiculous as Kipley.
“She needs coffee,” Jag says.
“Got it,” Cam says with concern in his voice. He thinks I am leaving here in a strait jacket.
I gave this book Five stars because it was well written and really held my interest to the very end. I was given a copy for my honest review.
I gave this five stars, maybe because I am a history buff but I loved it. The author, Shirley Harris-Slaughter presented this factual story of how her African-American Catholic church came to be and how it was taken away by those in power that were not of that heritage. She is careful not to be too bold about her thoughts of Catholic church just wanting to rid itself of African-