Silva, follow on from Siren’s Wave. J.A. Hazel

A lovely review from Jeannie Zelos for SILVA, Siren’s Wave Book 2 …

Jeannie Zelos Book Reviews

Genre:  Romance
Last year I reviewed a fabulous Rock Star Romance book, Siren’s Wave,  my review here 

If you enjoyed that there’s a FREE sequel written for us folk who wanted more 😉 Just  click here and follow the links.Its not on general sale so you won’t find it at the usual retailers.

I reread Siren’s Wave before reading Silva, its got so much detail and is very different to most of whats out. (In a good way – so much romance is cut-n-paste it feels like, change the names but the story is the same ), so I wanted to remind myself of exactly how the characters got to where they are now.

I loved the angst, the struggles of Siren’s Wave, and in Silva all that is multiplied. Bran and Ava really go through the wringer, its heart-breaking at times.
I was so angry at both of…

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Not Your Average Bee Keeper …

Well, my electricity is out for the day due to ‘maintenance’. No problem. I’ll simply sit here growling softly to myself, fiddling on my phone and running its battery down. I don’t mind the inconvenience and pain-in-the-butt timing. (I crossed my fingers when I typed that people). I had only planned to finish and whoosh Silva out later tonight to anyone still awake and keen to start reading it. But that’s okay. That’s fine.

Thankfully, I printed the whole thing out last night so at least I can do the last minute tweaks on paper – just as we did back in the dark ages.

And then wait for the power company to hook me back up …

So, what does one do when foiled? Look for distractions on the internet, of course. (Until their battery runs down). I found a nice one to share… Here’s a diverting bee keeper called Ton.

This has to be a Nima Benati shot as it has all her trademarks – stunning styling, composition and the coolest of colours. And Ton!

Now, time to stop whining and get back to work …

Silva – Rock Romance – Siren’s Wave Book 2

Going cross-eyed doing the last little bit of editing … Editing

Excerpt from SOUNDCHECK chapter – The Silva boys feeling the strain. It’s hard to find snippets that don’t give away the big crisis in this book!

“You are a one syllable guy this afternoon,” said Zave. “Don’t sweat it. We won’t put it in tonight’s set. Problem solved.”

“But I want to try it on a crowd. See if it flys. It’s just hard to sing though. Hurts even.”

Nate kicked at his pedal board. “Shit the overdrive’s moving. Raff! I need a cable tie. Let’s hope no one likes it and then you’ll never ever have to do it live again.”

Bran sighed and dropped to the floor. He played a haunting riff that echoed out over the arena and made everyone stand still.

Nate laughed. “Purple Rain?”

Smirking, Bran sang the opening to Prince’s opus. The lines about not wanting to cause trouble. Or pain. When he got to the part about wanting to see them laughing, Nate used his boot to push him over.

“Listen, you lot might not have lives, but I’ve got places to go,” whined Ben. “Get up off the floor and finish this shit. And stop looking like such a sad little baby foal.”

“There’s no such thing as a baby foal.” Tuning his guitar to open G, Bran looked up and laughed. “It’s just foal.”

Ben looked around for backup. “Bullshit. Baby foals are a thing, aren’t they, Dave?”

“No,” boomed Silva’s manager from the front row seats. “They’re just foals.”

“Whatever.” Ben lifted his guitar over his head. “You’re so basic.”

Bran snorted. “You are.” Raising his eyebrows at Ben, he played the opening riff to ‘Dirt’.

“Jesus, speaking of babies. I’m not wasting anymore time on your stop-start diva crap.” Sneering, Ben put his bass on a stand. “I’m outta here. Bouncing big time.”

“Okay, sure. Could you do me a favour and go directly to a streetball court? Someone there might bounce you on your fucking head for us. And don’t forget about the TV thing at the hotel later. I’m not doing it by myself,” Bran yelled at Ben’s back.

Without turning, Ben gave him the finger and kept walking.

“Chill, man,” said Nate. “I can do that Beat interview with you if he doesn’t show.”

“I hate it when he says bounce. He sounds like a wanker. He’s worse than Zave these days.”

Zave thumped his kick drum. “Hey, I can hear you.”