Blair Babylon Books: Tryfon

Friday, January 30, 2015

Brand New Releases for Your Weekend Reading!

Somebody to Love (Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp)

By: Blair Babylon

It’s one of the rules of the rock and roll road: the band and the roadies don’t mix. The band snubs the roadies because they’re uncultured grunts, and the roadies hate the musicians because they’re spoiled brats. Can the love of a rock drummer and the pyromaniac roadie survive?

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Beneath These Bright Stars

By: Zoe York

You’re invited to a very special Wardham wedding…

99 cent special pre-order price! Coming next Tuesday!

It’s been a year since Liam and Evie welcomed their daughter Ava to the world. A year of sleepless nights and laughter-filled days. Some fights. A lot of love. And non-stop parenting. Plus they had a wedding to plan.

But now it's their time, and Liam wants to make the most of it.

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Shopping for a Billionaire Boxed Set

By: Julia Kent

Ever meet a hot billionaire while your hand's in a toilet in the men’s room of one of his stores?

No? So it really is just me. Hmm.

When you’re a mystery shopper, you get paid to humiliate yourself, all in the name of improving customer service. Romance isn’t in my job description.

But the day I met Declan McCormick it was love at first flush.

Until I nearly castrated him with my EpiPen.

How Hot Guy and Toilet Girl became an item involves my crazy mom, a trip to the ER, my homicidal cat, my fake wife, and true love.

Don’t look at me like that. I’m just doing my job.

I’m shopping for a billionaire.
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The Shopping for a Billionaire collection from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent is a 600+ page, hilarious romantic comedy with heart, heat, and laughs.

This boxed set contains the previously published:
Shopping for a Billionaire 1
Shopping for a Billionaire 2
Shopping for a Billionaire 3
Shopping for a Billionaire 4
Christmas Shopping for a Billionaire

Monday, August 4, 2014

Monday Night Preview: Rock Stars in Disguise: Rhiannon

Monday Night Preview: Tag your writer friends to post a Monday Night Preview of their own and give everyone a little preview of what you are working on.

Over on Facebook, I was tagged by Olivia Rigal, and now I'm tagging Sara Reine and Mimi Strong.

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Do keep in mind it is not edited so please be forgiving - I'm working on Rock Stars in Disguise: Rhiannon.
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When the casting agent standing by the door butchered Rhiannon’s name, pronouncing it Rain-an-on-on Macallen, she had drawn herself up to her full five feet plus two whole inches, lifted her chin and nose in the air, and walked into the conference room.

Inside, black-suited security men stood behind five men sitting at the conference table. The guys at the table looked like a staff meeting on Olympus, and Rhiannon stopped hard, nearly catching her high heels on the carpeting. Those guys had been on the cover of last month’s Rolling Stone, all shirtless in the photo because they were all ripped. They had released two indie, MP3-only albums that had gone multiple platinum. The article’s headline was "War Breaks Out over Killer Valentine" because three recording companies had launched a bidding war for their next album.

*Holy fuck.* Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone looking at *her* on the stage.

*What an amazing opportunity* flashed through her head, and instead of her throat closing up with nerves, she pulled out the stops and left it all on the floor.

Her piece, an a cappella arrangement of No Doubt’s “Don’t Speak,” was in the right range for her bright mezzo soprano voice, and she sang the crap out of it even though she could hear all the beautiful women with the coloratura voices and low-cut dresses warbling in the lobby behind her.

The drummer, Tryp Areleous, began tapping out a complementary beat on his thighs and the table with his long fingers as she sang, even though he looked asleep, slouched in his chair with his head resting on the back of the seat, sunglasses covering his eyes. His black hair curled softly around his ears and twitched with his drumming hands.

She got into it more, letting his beats infuse her voice.

He drummed harder. Tattoos of scarlet roses and black swirls peeked through rips in his white tee shirt as his muscles flexed with the beat.

When she was done, the dummer glanced at her from his slouch and took his sunglasses off. His dark, dark eyes, as mysterious and inky as his middle name, Diavolos, settled on her for a second, like he hadn’t looked at her until just then. He tossed her resume down the table at the other guys. “She’s got a rocker name, Rhiannon. That’s cool.” He pronounced it just like Stevie Nicks had, Ree-ANN-un, which was the right way. Tryp continued, “And her last name is a scotch whiskey.”

Yes, Macallen.

“I am less concerned with her name,” Xan Valentine said. He had been working both thumbs over his phone the whole time, only once glancing up at her with little expression. His long, brown hair had been bleached pale blond below his shoulders. “Names can be changed, if they haven’t already. Her voice is interesting.”