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A Rock and Roll Love Story…

The tale of a damaged, up-and-coming rock star who doesn’t know what love is. Even when it smacks him in the face. Twice. When he falls hard for a girl who’s determined to resist him, what else can he do but break apart?

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Ton Heukels, Marthe Wiggers - splice of a gorgeous shot by Alvaro Beaumud Cortes for Stylist Magazine.

“Five Stars. A fabulous novel, one with drama and details, edge and emotion, love and lust but with a story that unfolds so very different from so many Rock band romances.” – Jeannie Zelos Book Reviews

“Great debut … Siren’s Wave was a great 5 star read.”M Austin, Alpha Book Club

“Spicy, salty and sweet! …
I loved the dream imagery and metaphors … I would recommend this book even if you don’t typically do romances – it’s a gem!” – Jillian

“Siren’s Wave turned out to be the book I’ve been waiting for – the true well-written smart romance.”Syrene

“The style of writing is unique and the way the two characters interact is genuinely funny and such a tease. The pace of the story is very well designed to keep you interested right up until the end.”S.J. Main

 

Siren’s Wave, A Rock and Roll Love Story, J.A. Hazel

Jeannie Zelos Book Reviews

Siren’s Wave, A Rock and Roll Love Story,  J.A. Hazel

Siren's Wave: (A Rock and Roll Love Story) by [Hazel, J.A.]

Genre:  Romance,

Well, by now regular readers of my reviews will know I have a weakness for rock star/film star romances, so when I was asked to read this I was a happy bunny.
Did my usual checks first though because there are hundreds of thousands ( or so it feels) of novels in this genre and I know from experience that 90% of them just don’t do it for me. They work for others, dominate best sellers but I need something a little more, a story with an edge.

I want a novel that’s true to the music industry, that brings in all that band life, celebrity/media excess if they’ve found fame, the struggle to climb up if they haven’t, one that shows the underbelly, the grittiness and stuff we don’t often get.
Things like how common drug/alchohol use becomes, first to…

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Siren’s Wave Paperback …

the verdict is in … dal-russels absolutely love it!

I really couldn’t believe it when I glanced down at Lola. She just happened to be reading my paperback copy of Siren’s Wave, an angsty rock and roll love story. I interrupted her at the part where Bran says …

“I’m only kissing you, Ava. I don’t need anymore.”

Just like Ava, Lola certainly didn’t look fooled by his statement.lola-lay

In fact, she looked mournfully back at me with her sweet chocolate eyes, surely asking … “Do you think Bran might like girls with pale white skin all covered in irregular black dots?”

It was difficult, but I told her, “Well Lola darling, I hate to break this to you … but you’re … um … a dog. So, no, I don’t imagine that you’re his type.”

Clearly disappointed, she gazed vacuously at me then comforted herself by licking her toes for a spell. Satisfied with her work, she got back to reading, absorbed once more. Phew! Unhappy dog disaster narrowly averted.

After a time, I felt her staring at me again and was surprised to see this expression …lola-lick

Absolutely terrifying! What could she mean by wielding her tongue in that wicked manner? I can only guess that she’s really enjoying the story. Bad dog Lola.

Note: No dogs were harmed in the taking of these photos. Treats were very much appreciated, though.

Siren’s Wave paperback now available to order online at Amazon.com, Booktopia, Fishpond, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository and more …

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… and nude torso alert.

If you’d like to find out how a damaged hot rocker handles cluelessly falling in love for the first time in his life, enter the Goodreads giveaway below up until the 21st of February. Hint – he doesn’t cope too well. Poor Bran!

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The lovely Ton Heukels – who appears here in LAB A4 Mag – beautifully shot by Greg Swales – happens to be a tad Branlike in certain photos. Nice!

 

Siren's Wave by J.A. Hazel

Siren’s Wave

by J.A. Hazel

Giveaway ends February 21, 2017.

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The Astor – Melbourne’s much-loved landmark Art Deco cinema

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Running since 1936 – the Astor – with its decadent choc tops and eclectic mix of both classic and current double feature movies – is hard to beat when looking to indulge in a cool and uniquely Melbourne experience.

The Astor’s quarterly calendars, lovely works of art in themselves, have graced the walls of many an illustrious and not-so-illustrious share house over the decades. See what a joy the calendar is … well, that’s only half of mine … it’s huge!astor-calendar-sirens-wave

It was the bloody Spanish Inquisition. Her underarms started to sweat accordingly.

“Izzy and I have just come out of the movies.”

“Oh yeah? What did you see?”

“A double feature, ‘Crimson Peak’ and the nineteen thirties ‘Dracula’.”

“A double feature. And a classic too. Sounds like a pretty cool theatre.”

Ava couldn’t help but warm to the topic and her enthusiasm trumped her reticence.

“It is! The Astor’s amazing. It’s a decaying art deco beauty and the perfect place to hang out with Bela Lugosi.” She felt him smiling as he made attentive listening noises.

“Tell him about the cat!” yelled Izzy.

“And there’s this gorgeous cat, Duke, who lives there and lolls around on the couches in the foyers. And sometimes he comes and sits on a lap during the movie. He sat on Izzy for most of Dracula, purring away like a furry heat machine. She’s over the moon.”

He gave a husky laugh and she remembered how it felt breathed into her ear in the dark.

“Sounds very cool. I should have guessed you’d have a taste for the Gothic, Ava. You know, I feel like I missed out. Why didn’t you invite me?”

Once again, he’d shocked her into muteness. Then she rallied. “I’ll text you the details. You and the boys should go, you’ll love it. It’s the best place.”

Ava – Siren’s Wave novel – extolling the Astor cinema’s virtues and wondering why on earth hot-rocker Bran is calling her … surely he’s not ringing to just … chat?

Bran Castle, Romania . . .

. . . otherwise known as Dracula’s Castle because it is the only one in all of Transylvania that fits Bram Stoker’s description.

“Look at this, Ave. This is what I was trying to show you. It’s so funny.” Izzy thrust her phone under Ava’s nose. The white medieval castle on the screen was crowned with a jumble of angled roof slabs and turrets and covered in vermillion tiles.

“Well, yep that’s certainly lovely but not so hilarious.”

“But wait, don’t look at me like that. This is the castle. The one known as Dracula’s castle in Romania. Guess what it’s called? Go on.”

“Um … Castle Vlad? Fangtacular Castle?”

“No, Bran Castle!”

“Yeah. Definitely not funny.”

My God. Now even the image she’d picked from the film to distract herself with was ruined. There was no escaping him.

Izzy and Ava, post viewing the 1930’s film Dracula, at Melbourne’s gloriously art deco Astor theatre – Siren’s Wave novel.

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Bran the Blessed, Celtic God of Regeneration … raven.

Throughout history, gorgeously Gothic ravens received a bad rap. From Middle Eastern, Norse and Celtic mythology to Egar Allan Poe’s dramatic poem, their dark allure sends a shiver running through us with ease. They’ve been depicted as oracles, tricksters, and messengers of ill omens. What power, exactly, does Bran need to harness from his glossy namesakes? Regeneration perhaps or something a little more sinister?

“And being called Bran, how did that come about?”

“Nate, in high school.”

“Do you know about the Celtic legends? About Bran the Blessed, the Raven? God of regeneration etcetera?”

“Nate’s brought it up over the years. Usually, when he wants to be a pain.”

Beth ignored the warning. “And your mum is the only person who doesn’t call you Bran?”

Staring stonily at Beth, he gave her a barely discernible nod.

“Middle name?” she asked, allowing no quarter.

“Henrik,” he said, flatly.

Henrik? Alexander Henrik Brantsen.” Beth laughed loudly.

“Shit, you even know my last name?” He gave her a look of mock suspicion, trying for levity but not quite managing it.

“I aim to know a lot more about you, Bran. So, where are your parents from?”

His eyes skated over to Ava’s then back to Beth’s. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, all signs of playfulness gone. “The Netherlands.”

Dix’s wife, Beth, interrogating Bran at Izzy’s party.

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The Seven Raven’s by H. Koppdelaney