Karen Booth
Fellow contributor to Felt Tips, the world’s first office-supply themed anthology (yes, really!), AmyBeth Inverness is my guest on RNRHS today. She has all sorts of memorable 80s moments to share with us, including the awesomely 80s song “Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats. Ah, to have been a fly on the wall during the band meeting when they thought up their band name. I mean, really. If any band name screams, “Being in a band should get us tons of chicks, but there’s no way it’s happening now,” it’s Men Without Hats. I’m sure someone (probably the drummer, but that’s pure conjecture on my part) quickly chimed in with, “We should put a court jester in our video. Just to seal the deal.”
Today we have the triumphant return of Rock ‘n’ Roll High School. I’d love to say my brief hiatus was due to something really glamorous like a personal request from John Taylor to go on tour with Duran Duran or a super long hangover, but the reality is that I’ve been busy writing. I also recently traveled to OH to hang out with a ton of my fellow Ellora’s Cave authors at RomantiCon, which is where I met today’s RNRHS participant, the lovely and oh-so-cool Cindy Jacks. Cindy has a brand new book, Smuggler’s Blues, out now so be sure to check it out! Now on with the show…
Cindy Jacks
Quantico High School, Quantico, VA, 1991, Currently: Writer of smut! I always wanted to be a writer, I have volumes of journals from high school. Of course when I go back and read my early writing, I just cringe. Then, I have to resist the urge to burn them so when I’m dead they won’t surface…or you know, in case I run for public office. Ha! Yeah, right.
Band and/or song that reminds you the most of high school: Motley Crue, “Girls, Girls, Girls”. OMG, I was obsessed with 1980s pop-metal hair bands. At fourteen, I must’ve practiced my signature as Mrs. Nikki Sixx a thousand times…soooo embarassing.
Favorite piece of music memorabilia (poster, t-shirt, etc.) in high school: I still have my picture discs which are records with photos of the band on the vinyl. Yes, I’m old enough to have owned a record player, lol. I remember sitting through the songs that hadn’t been released on the radio, sometimes just because I was too lazy to get up and pick up the needle. Other times it was because I’d grown to like those songs. Once CDs came out, it was easier to skip though tracks. Now with the whole MP3 format, you don’t even have to buy songs you don’t know or don’t think you’ll like. It’s a totally different listening experience.
Band that you hated that everyone else at school seemed to love: Metallica! Sorry Metallica fans, but there are very few songs from them I liked and it all just sounded loud and crunchy, just people shouting into the mic. Of course the guys were always into Metallica, my high school boyfriend among them. I think the band speaks more the tension and anger teenage boys go through than they type of angst girls experience. For me, when I was down or upset, it was always The Cure or The Smiths.
Best show or concert you saw in high school: Nine Inch Nails. I saw them the 9:30 club in DC and it was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Trent Reznor was liquid sex wrapped in leather. I didn’t fully understand arousal until I saw Trent live.
Best high school make-out song: The Cure, “Pictures of You” though when I lost my virginity an oldies station was on the radio so Gladys Knight’s “Midnight Train to Georgia” always makes me tingly. But I have very fond memories of making out in the back of my boyfriend’s car–this old VW station wagon that he was forever fixing up but that never truly got repaired, lol–and Robert Smith crooning away over the sound system.
Thank you, Karen, for having me as your guest today and for letting take this trip down memory lane. It was really fun!
Cindy Jacks is a multi-published author of erotic romance. You can find Cindy at cindyjacks.com, on Twitter, or on the Ellora’s Cave site.
Welcome to the Indulgent blog hop! The timing of the hop couldn’t be any more perfect as I have a brand new release, For Keeps, which features seduction by Nutella, one of my favorite indulgences. It’s fabulous with pretzels, spread on a graham cracker and although you didn’t hear it from me, the old spoon in the jar trick is simplicity at it’s indulgent best. In For Keeps, Allie and Cooper live in the same apartment building and have formed a friendship that started mostly as flirtation. Cooper invites himself over for dinner one night and although the sparks are flying, Allie wouldn’t dare make a move–Cooper is 28 and she’s 40. She doubts he’s doing much more than making her feel good with his playful quips and flirtatious touches. It’s only when they make dessert, crepes filled with Nutella, that she learns Cooper is interested in a different kind of sweet treat.
Here’s the scene:
After dinner, they cleared the table and Allie got out flour and eggs. “I thought it’d be fun to make crepes. I should’ve made the batter before you got here, but there wasn’t enough time.” She turned as Cooper placed the dinner plates in the dishwasher. “Thanks for cleaning up.”
“No problem.” He shut the stainless door and wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. “What can I do to help?”
“You can get the butter out of the fridge. I need two tablespoons melted.”
“Got it. Now what?” He wagged the stick back and forth.
She eyed him, loving the playful smile across his face that unfortunately highlighted the boyish quality of his charms. “Look at the lines.” She ran her finger along the parchment wrapping. “Cut off two tablespoons, put it in a bowl and pop it in the microwave for thirty seconds.”
“That much I can manage.”
His bangs flopped down onto his forehead as he worked. His profile was strong and something about that particular view of his mouth left her breathless. It didn’t take much to imagine gently tugging on his lower lip with her teeth, sinking into him, their tongues tangling. Staring at him, thinking naughty thoughts may have been an ill-advised plan, but after a glass and a half of merlot, she could no longer keep her brain from the course it longed to take.
“I need you to drizzle in the butter while I beat this,” she murmured.
He pulled the bowl from the microwave and flashed his eyes at her. “Yes ma’am.”
Her eyes clamped shut for an instant. No you don’t. Please don’t call me ma’am. She whisked the batter and he parked a hand on her lower back, streaming the golden-yellow butter into the bowl.
“Like this?” he asked.
Oh yeah, like that. His hand was scorching through her thin cotton t-shirt. “Yes,” she answered. A rough huff of air escaped her lips as he applied more pressure when the final drops spiraled down into the bowl. He’s driving me crazy. “I was thinking Nutella in the crepes. Does that sound okay?” Please say yes. Chocolate might help at this point.
“It all sounds good to me.” His voice was as rich as the butter in the bowl. “Over here, right?” A pang of disappointment hit her when he lightened his touch and stepped away. He was only gone for an instant, but she missed his touch all that time.
“The batter needs to sit.” Allie turned as Cooper unscrewed the lid from the jar. Her breath caught when he dipped his finger into the chocolaty spread and popped it into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “So good.” His tongue swept across his lower lip.
“It is,” she mumbled, the most coherent string of words she could assemble. How long before I melt into a puddle on the floor?
Cooper dipped his finger into the jar a second time.
“You’re cheating,” she said. “No double-dips.”
He shook his head and his eyes softened, drawing her in as her pulse quickened. “It’s not for me.” He eased closer and held out his finger. “You know you want some.”
Her mouth gaped, but more from shock than a craving for chocolate. She drew in a long, slow breath. Is he doing what I think he’s doing? He let his finger rest on her lower lip before sliding it into her mouth. Her tongue quivered with anticipation of the sweet reward. She cursed her impatience, but immediately closed her lips around his finger and sucked. Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but closing them was an idiotic idea. The smolder in his eyes told her she’d done exactly what he’d been hoping for. Copyright © Karen Booth, 2012 All rights reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
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Anybody who knew me in seventh grade knew one thing to be true: I was going to marry Rick Springfield. It was only a matter of the stars aligning. To nudge fate in the right direction, I wrote Rick an eloquent letter that simply stated, “I Love You” one hundred times. Surely, my expression of devotion would bring us together. I’d said, “I Love You” one hundred times. Not ninety-nine. Not one hundred and one. One hundred. (My 13 year-old daughter loves this story and will tell it to anyone who will listen. Just ask my hair stylist.) Well, Rick, I’d say that I’m still waiting, but after reading your memoir, Late, Late at Night, I’m going to have to pass. As to whether Keri Stevens is amenable, you’ll have to ask her yourself.
Keri Stevens
Ozarks, Missouri, Class of ’93, Currently: Romance author
Band and/or song that reminds you the most of high school: “Sister Christian”
Favorite piece of music memorabilia (poster, t-shirt, etc.) in high school: Rick Springfield two-page spread from Sunday’s Parade Magazine
Band that you hated that everyone else at school seemed to love: Twisted Sister. I’ve long-since come to appreciate them more.
Best show or concert you saw in high school: Milli Vanilli and I am not even kidding. They were wonderful. And they SANG, dammit!
Best high school make-out song: “Voyage, Voyage” by Desireless. French song, French singer. I was an exchange student the year it was a hit, and I did most of my making out in Germany.
Keri Stevens creates mayhem and magic in small-town paranormal romance novels like her debut, Stone Kissed, which has won two international awards: The Golden Quill for best first book and the International Digital Award for paranormal romance. You can learn more about Keri at keristevens.com or chat with her on Twitter @KeriStevens.
You’re going to love the hell out of today’s RNRHS with Cara McKenna. I just know it. It’s the perfect blend of rich musical musings and self-deprecating teen angst, two things with which I am well acquainted. And if you don’t love it, I’m afraid to say there’s something wrong with you, but it’s nothing a little good music won’t cure.
Cara McKenna
Coastal Maine, Class of ’98, Currently: Smut Merchant
Band and/or song that reminds you the most of high school: Nine Inch Nails. Make of that what you will, but I would not have survived high school without Trent Reznor’s help. At sixteen I was skulking full-time in combat boots and an army jacket and stripey tights, as what we would later coin a goppy—not a proper goth, not a proper hippy, but a confused and non-committal hybrid of the two. But come my junior year, I landed a job at my local indie record and video store—one part Clerks and one part High Fidelity—as the lone teen amid a mismatched gaggle of slacker twenty- and thirty-somethings. There my ears got opened to a transcendent mix of new-to-me music: Tom Waits, the Specials, Portishead, Elastica, Soul Coughing, Patty Griffin, the Toasters, the Pogues, the English Beat, Kim Lenz… And at some historic moment on some fortuitous night, the song The Other Side of Summer came up on random shuffle and changed my life forever, turning me overnight into a rabid Elvis Costello fangirl, and graduating me out of Trent Reznor’s gloomy—if formative—tutelage.
Favorite piece of music memorabilia (poster, t-shirt, etc.) in high school: Oh gosh. Surely my 12” vinyl single of Nine Inch Nails’ Sin, with its most inspired B-side cover of Queen’s Get Down Make Love. Bought it at cost, kept it in the shrink wrap, sold it a decade later for a tidy profit.
Band that you hated that everyone else at school seemed to love: The Grateful Dead. Circa 1995, every guy in my high school wore the same uniform: cords, Tevas or Birks, and a tie-dyed Grateful Dead skull tee-shirt under one of three distinct plaid L.L. Bean flannels. I never got it. Don’t see the appeal of the Dead at all. My loss, I’m sure.
Best show or concert you saw in high school: Oh, this is so sad, but I didn’t go to a proper concert until I was about twenty! There were a few random ska and punk bands I can’t remember the names of, at various and sundry all-ages shows in Portland, but nothing glamorous. My first real concert was during college, when I saw Elvis Costello in Boston, the first of many times. I should give the Orpheum Theater a shout-out. Their seats may be cramped, but I saw the Kids in the Hall there, and Janeane Garofalo, and Elvis quite a few times, among other excellent offerings that make me sound woefully piney-for-the-nineties.
Best high school make-out song: Hmmm… The only song I specifically remember making out to was Prison Sex by Tool. Romantic, right? If you’re familiar with the show Daria, I was a perfect mix of both Daria and Jane. Daria’s esthetic, with Jane’s snide artist sensibilities. Let’s just say I was not exactly rolling in eager, handsy jocks. But I bet if you’d asked what song I’d have liked to have been making it to, it might have been The 13th by The Cure, which I always thought was a terrifically joyful track. Or if we’re talking a real fraught, hot-and-heavy make-out session, then Natural One by the Folk Implosion. And later, Morphine’s Super Sex, and even later still, Tom Waits’ Jersey Girl or Little Trip to Heaven. But to be honest, I’d have made out to most anything, with most anything, at that age. Even my own hand, if I could be convinced it was actually Trent Reznor’s face. It’s just not a choosy age, is it?
Cara’s latest release is Coercion, the first of the Curio Vignettes, short follow-up novellas to Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book). You can visit her at caramckenna.com or chat with her on Twitter @caramckenna.
