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Jule and John Cherry Pimp

Hell on Earth: Book 1

Author(s): Carys Weldon

Jule is a guitarist with one hope left. A late night audition sounds sketchy to begin with. But she’s homeless and is willing to hope in one last miracle. The audition is for John Cherry Pimp’s band, and he’s her idol.
From the time he saves her from rape and mugging, right up to the end, she’s limp in his arms, but that might have something to do with the blood sucking vampire he’s become.


Tipping her head, Jule looked around. Basic equipment was set-up on the stage. She slipped into a chair, her legs wobbly, her mind trying to make sense of where she was and what had happened to her. If it weren't for the fact that two men were dead on that bus, Jule would have reported her attack and tried to recover her belongings. That, the loss of them, made her absolutely sick to her stomach.
It occurred to her, then, that her name was on her instruments. The police would be looking for her. She might be considered a suspect. "Shit." She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "I wish you'd just shot me."
"So, you're awake, I see." The voice sounded concerned, and British or something. Foreign, at the very least. But then, in New York City, half the population sounded like they were from somewhere else and English was their second language.
She opened her eyes and looked up. It was him. The guy she remembered. Her savior. Just as handsome in the muted lights. Only now she could see that he had a scar on the other side of his face. Three hairline claw marks, actually. But damn if the long lean build and broad, well-muscled chest, didn't scream sex god. Even in leather pants and black T-shirt, his long dark layered hair didn't hurt the Apollo look he had going on. Or was that Satan? In any case, he looked sinful. Her iffy stomach turned over on itself.
He smiled, and devastated her completely. "John Cherry Pimp," he introduced himself, and offered his hand.
Jule took it, knowing her face held confusion. John Cherry Pimp?
Instead of shaking, he pulled her to her feet in one fluid movement. And then he tugged her in, so they stood very, very close. He didn't let go of her, either, when he said, "You haven't heard of me, then?"
"No, I—" She licked her lips and swallowed hard. John Cherry Pimp? The rocker? The magic metal artist with a flair for pyrotechnics and flying onstage antics? She had died and gone to heaven!
"Shame." He said, "I'm looking for a chick with some taste in music." He elaborated, "A girl who can play." He let go of her. "You would have suited me, I think."
Still a little befuddled, she mumbled, "The ad didn't say—"
"Of course it didn't. I can't go around advertising that my whole band up and quit on me now, can I?"
"The whole band?"
"I've replaced most of them." Jule glanced around and wondered how late it was. People were leaving. Only a few girls waited for auditions—on the other side of the place. The theater was huge, now that she took it all in.
"I've sent the drummers and the keyboard players home." John and Jule both looked over at the transvestite. The guy wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere, it seemed.
"I—I play guitar." Jule's lips quivered over saying it.
John reached out, took hold of her chin. "I know. Would you look at me?" But his eyes were intense, black, glowing red in the reflection of the stage lights and she didn't feel up to being skewered to her soul. She avoided it and tried to tug her chin out of his grasp, which wasn't happening. They wrestled silently for a second before she finally gave in.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-60180-184-5
Genre: Paranormal
Date Published: 04/28/2013
Publisher: Mojocastle Press

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