Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  I don’t know if the fans heard her since she didn’t say it over the mic, but we heard her. Loud and fucking clear.

  She pulls the guitar strap from over her head and grabs the guitar by the neck. She seems caught between her warring emotions for some time. She still refuses to acknowledge anyone else in this venue.

  “Don’t do it, Hen” Cory says as he stands beside me.

  I have no idea what he thinks she’s going to do, but he looks like he’s posed to strike. He looks like he’s ready to march on stage and carry her off.

  Finally, she grabs the neck with both hands and begins to beat the guitar into the stage. With each swing of it, she smashes it to pieces. She swings over and over again, tearing the body of her guitar apart. She wipes out the mic stand causing feedback to squeal through the speakers, but the crowd screams and surges towards the stage as she demolishes a twenty thousand dollar guitar in five-inch heels.

  I stand on the side of the stage watching her self-destruct, helpless to help her. She wouldn’t accept my help anyway. The crowd eats up every dramatic movement she makes. The guitar is barely holding together by the strings, but she slams it into the speakers on the front of the stage anyways, causing sparks to erupt from the metal on metal contact. The force of her last hit finally causes the body of the guitar to separate from the neck. She leans over and retrieves what is left of the body, takes a few steps back on the stage, and throws it into Rhys’s drum kit. The contact causing a loud crash of cymbals, a snare drum, and a hi-hat. She’s punctured the bass drum, but it’s not enough to relieve the white-hot fury she’s held in for a year.

  She picks up the nearest mic stand and demolishes what’s left of the drum kit, nearby speakers, Memphis’s guitar, and Griffin’s bass. The crowd encourages her destruction of the stage while we sit on feet away unable to help her. We can’t even say we’re sorry.

  “Hen, stop,” Jessica whispers from behind me.

  I turn to look at her for only a moment and see the tears streaking her pretty face. Tabithia, Jessie, Rhys, Griffin and Jagger are in similar states. Koi and Memphis look on in shock. Cam looks pissed off at the world. Joe’s eyes are constantly switching between the rock star that is dismantling in front of us all and Cory. He’s waiting for instruction. Cory looks like he’s torn between giving her what she needs to get it out and what he feels is best for her.

  Before he can make a decision, Henley smashes another mic stand into Rhys’s drum kit and walks to the front of the stage furthest from us. She sits down on the edge and jumps off into the crowd of a thousand screaming fans. Cory and Joe run across the stage to follow her into the crowd.

  “I can’t see shit!” I scream.

  All I can see is commotion as the crowd moves towards the side of the auditorium. I don’t know if I should run after her or stay here and wait for her to cool down. Fuck! I’ve already lost too much time. I’ll only get mobbed in the crowd.

  “Fuck!” I scream and throw my beer bottle across the stage where it shatters.

  To Be Continued….

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  Acknowledgements

  I have to say a huge thank you to the readers who have been with me while I walked down this indie author road. You ladies are incredibly supportive, and you never fail to make me laugh. While I know that I can’t name all the readers who religiously buy my books, I can name the amazing women who communicate with me on a weekly basis at minimum. Thank you Kim B, Janice U., Sherry S., Lisa P., Kathy A., Christina S., Katie C., CL Fong, Emily H., Claudia M., Amber J., Robyn H., Lauren P., Tiffany W., Sharon T., Leann G., Jamie E., Teresa H., Erica G., Jan H., Camilla J., Mandi W., Joseph B., Brianne T., Rachael H., Emma-Jane H., Tanya C., Brooke R., Lisa P., and Grace H. If I missed anyone it isn’t intentional, so I’m sorry. Thank you ladies for loving these characters and my crazy books. Your love means the world to me.

  I have to thank the men and women who jumped on the opportunity to proofread for me. I am an incredibly lucky author who has readers willing to make the books the best they can be. This was a big undertaking so it is with that knowledge that I say, you are my sanity and in my heart. Your selfless contribution makes me smile each time I think of you.

  My family and friends are so supportive of my work and my dreams. I can never say thank you enough to each of you. There are times I sit down with some of you and we analyze what has happened, and when I get stuck we talk through what should happen. It makes me smile that you each know the characters so well and always ensure the story stays true to each of them. I enjoy our conversations about each of the characters, mainly Kip, and how we speak of them as though they are real people. Each of you tell everyone you know about my books and have brought me countless readers. Thank you for your faith in me.

  Dane, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to be able to spend my days with you. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive husband. You listen to my stories as though I didn’t write the scene and laugh right along with me as though we’re speaking about our closest friends. You are also a source of constant material, especially pertaining to Kip. Dane, you make my days happy and you give me laughter on every one. I so fucks with you.

  Leona, you are not only my favorite blogger, but you have become a dear friend to me. Your support has been unwavering, and your belief in my books has always made me feel like one of the best authors to ever live. Thank you for sharing all of your knowledge and always offering an ear anytime I need it. You are such a beautiful person.

  Leigh, you have become my author BFF. Thank you for your support and love. I can’t wait until we’re on set together drinking beer and ogling man candy. I’m so proud of you.

  About the Author:

  Sasha is an indie author who loves to write romance novels with an edge. She appreciates bad boys with tattoos and lickable bodies. I mean, what woman doesn't? She has a degree in history and thought about joining the U.S. Marshal Service when she graduated, but she chose to work with troubled youth instead. Shooting people wasn't really appealing, there's a lot of paperwork to fill out. She loves animals and secretly prefers them to most humans... or not so secretly because it's on the website now so it's out there. She traveled with well-known rock acts as a photographer during her undergraduate work and wants to clarify that she was not a groupie. Groupies wait in the wings hoping to get a night with one of the guys, she was a rock princess. She traveled right along with the guys hopping from tour bus, to plane, to hotel, to venue.

  Sasha settled down and married Dane, who's her favorite idiot in the world. He is a true partner-in-crime, and sometimes their dialogue appears in her books. They both have a lot of Kip in them. Dane is a musician and Sasha loves to fan girl on him, so I guess she's now his groupie. And, yes ladies he's covered in tattoos. She often gauges a man's attractiveness by the amount of tattoos he's sporting. She's currently attempting to talk Dane into recording some of the songs she wrote in the books, but her persuasion techniques are seriously lacking. You should drop Dane a line to encourage him. Cleavage shots work well with him, and she's giving you permission to fan girl him if it gets the job d
one.

  She reads a lot and has lots of favorite authors, but tends to stick to indie books. She's a nocturnal ninja, and frequently throat chops Dane when he snores. What? She's a light sleeper and his snoring messes with her beauty sleep. This is entirely his fault, her martial art skills in a king sized bed are obviously a reaction to his action.

  Sasha has three dogs who think she is their own personal human. She spoils them a little. Her American Bulldog is deaf and marches to the beat of his own drum. He's part goat and part monster, eating inedible items such as bricks and destroying things when Sasha ignores him. He is particularly fascinated with her socks and shoes. She frequently addresses him as "asshole" when he does these things. She also has a Miniature Schnauzer who has amazing old man eyebrows and a magnificent beard. He recently began fantasizing about being a troll as he likes to hide under the house from the American Bulldog who aggravates the ever living shit out of him. Last but not least is the Black Lab who lounges on the front porch snoring as she writes, brings her his tennis ball when it is time to fulfill her humanly duties, and flirts with the cows that live on the farm. He's a real ladies man and has a tendency to be attracted to heifers.

  She's currently finishing book three in the Guitar Face series, Walking Back to Georgia. The book took an unexpected turn for many characters, but she is merely a vessel for the sex, literature, and romance gods. They tend to take over her mind, and even body at times, and crazy shit ends up in Microsoft Word.

  Sasha & Dane live in Georgia on a cattle farm and love the peace and quiet. There's usually music playing in the background in their home. Their musical tastes are quite eclectic but Sasha prefers rock, blues, and New Orleans jazz. Bands that you'll hear in the Marshall household are Theory of a Deadman, Five Finger Death Punch, Seether, Tool, Muddy Waters, Etta James, BB King, Buddy Guy, The Allman Brothers Band, Butch Walker, and Johnny Cash. You'll often find them hanging out with friends (beer in hand), many of who are in the books, yes these people really exist in their lives. They enjoy watching television from time-to-time with their tastes ranging from Shameless to The Walking Dead to Scandal to Sons of Anarchy (tattoos, bad boys, and Harley's make Sasha hot). They also enjoy shooting their many weapons, which they have collected in preparation for the Zombie Apocalypse. Sasha is a better shot than Dane, this fact must be stated.

  Sasha's dreams are to be a full-time author because working for the metaphorical man blows. Her dreams also involved getting Kurt Sutter to read her books and making a kick ass television show about them. Who else is there? Once the television shows pay her major loot, she'll retire from her day job and write from home. Well, she'll probably stalk the hot actors that play her characters, too, but that's to be expected. Fo' sho.

  She loves to hear from her readers, it makes her all giddy and shit. Making Sasha giddy makes her feel like a literary goddess and helps her write better, so by all means shoot her a mother fucking email by either using the contact page or emailing her directly at sashamarshallauthor@yahoo.com