Today we?re sitting down with Jason Prescott, Erik Hale and Randy Richmond of Daze on End, an indy band out of Indianapolis that?s starting to make some waves on the Midwest music scene.

Interviewer: Guys?let?s start with how you all met each other. Have you been friends for a long time, or no?

Erik: Jason and I have been friends since we were kids. We kind of grew up together. When we put the band together we looked for a drummer and we finally found Randy on the Internet.

Interviewer: On the Internet?
Jason: Yeah, we put out an ad and he showed up and now we can?t get rid of him.
Randy: I eat all their food.
Jason: Not a bad drummer, though.
Randy: Thanks.
Interviewer: You guys aren?t signed with a label yet?are you working toward that or are you surfing the DIY wave that seems to be getting popular in the indy crowd?
Jason: We?re DIY right now. We might find a point in the future where a label would be a good thing.
Erik: Or we might make our own label.

Randy: We don?t need no stinkin? labels.

Jason: It?s nice the way it is because we can do whatever kind of music we want?no pressure from a company just trying to make money.

Interviewer: How are things on the road? Do you guys get along?

Erik: Yeah, we get along fine.
Jason: It?s a small van. We?re guys. It smells bad.

Interviewer: How about romance? I hear a rumor there?s a lady in the picture?

Jason: No comment.
Erik: No comment.
Randy: I know nothing.
Interviewer: How about this book that?s just come out? Your manager Faith Talbot wrote it? I heard it pretty much answers all the questions we might have about romance on tour.

Jason: Read that, then, and don?t ask the questions.

Erik: Jason?s a little touchy. I don?t think he knew Faith was going to go into so much detail.
Randy: I?m not in the book much.

Jason: Cheer up, maybe you?ll get your own book later and then I can mock you.

Interviewer: Must have hit a sore spot, there. Anyway, if you want to find out what Jason is touchy about, and who Jason is touching?and apparently Erik, too?check out Beautiful Music: Daze on End, by Faith Talbot, now available at Changeling Press. And take a look at Daze on End?s blog for further news about the band.

Daze-on-end.blogspot.com

Faithtalbot.com

Buy link: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1383
Book Summary

When Kayla gets an extra ticket to a rock concert from her assistant, she never dreams she’ll be hooking up with the far younger lead singer before the show. It’s a great one-night stand — until the bass player, Erik, calls her a few nights later. Jason is sick, and only Kayla can help him.

Jason and Erik of Daze on End have navigated a strange, energy-based sexual puzzle their whole lives. When Kayla enters their lives, some of the answers begin to fall into place as the three of them find themselves beginning an erotic journey that will change all their lives.

EXCERPT:

Eyes burning with something beyond desire, he reached for the buttons of her shirt, undid them, and peeled it open. His big hands cupped her breasts. His hands were beautiful, the fingers long and graceful, a musician?s hands. The calluses at the tips of his left-hand fingers moved roughly over the delicate material of her bra, then he popped open the catch between the mounds of her breasts. Pulling her to him, he pressed his own chest hard against hers, then shifted her body to close his mouth around one straining nipple.

She cried out, a soft sound that seemed to fill her mouth like water before it leapt free. Everything felt strange, as if a fine layer of? something? lay between them, over them, grew against the places where skin met skin. It almost felt like she could mold whatever it was against him, mound it between her hands and press it down into his body.

What was this? It was so strange, and yet it felt like she?d known it would happen. She arched back as his teeth tightened on her nipple, his other hand cupping the mound of the other breast. Reaching between them, she found his zipper and pulled it down, moved her hand inside to feel the ridge of hard flesh under the soft cotton of his briefs.

She wanted him inside her. Deep inside, so deep she couldn?t tell anymore where he ended and she began. Wanted him to thrust inside her until she could taste him at the back of her throat. Wanted to devour him with her body, her mouth, consume him with her hands.

Her clothes were in the way, and so were his. She fumbled with them, drawing back too fast so that a painful stab sliced into her nipple just before he realized what she was doing and loosened his teeth. ?Sorry,? she heard him mumble, but she just shook her head. His hands slid up her sides, moving her shirt off her, then down her hips to shove her pants out of the way. She struggled with his jeans, his briefs. It was a strange, awkward, writhing dance, and suddenly his hips lifted and he was inside her.

She froze over him. She could feel every inch of him, hot and hard, and when she squeezed down he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Then in a sudden, not-quite-expected move, he rolled her over, pinned her to the bed, and fucked her.

God. She spread her legs impossibly wide, pressed her heels against the bends of his knees as his hips pushed her thighs even farther apart. His mouth went to her neck, biting there, then biting her shoulder, her upper arms, her breasts. The thrusting was as strong and sure as he had been weak and broken when she?d come into the room. And the heat, the strange, soft something?

Power. It was power. What kind of power, she didn?t know. It felt like a current of water but not like water at all. She arched her back, feeling it flow between her breasts, down her body, over the curve of her neck. She could see nothing, but the tendrils pouring over her skin were unmistakable.

Jason?s thrusts had gone deep, hard and shallow, and she could feel his whole body hardening between her legs and within the curve of her arms. Her own body was spiraling in on itself, a deep, dangerous whirlpool of sensation gathering where his body joined hers.

Anticipating his orgasm, and her own, she turned her head to one side.

Erik still sat on the other bed. Watching.

Her eyes met his in a moment of sudden, startling realization, and she came. Above her, inside her, Jason climaxed simultaneously.

And Erik sat, unmoving, and watched.

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