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Book Spotlight – Plush by Kate Crash ~ Excerpt, Chapter Performance and Giveaway

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This novel is inspired by the new indie film Plush, a new rock-n-roll erotic thriller directed by Catherine (director of Thirteen, the first Twilight, and Lords of Dogtown.) Catherine and Kate worked together on music for the film as well as during the writing process.

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Published August 26th 2013 by BookBaby
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After losing her band mate and brother to a drug overdose, rising rock star Hayley finds herself in a downward spiral. The new album from her band Plush is received as a critical and commercial disaster. She finds new hope and friendship in Enzo, the replacement guitarist who inspires her to reach new creative heights.

But soon their collaboration crosses the line and Hayley, who is married with two children, retreats from Enzo’s advances. As Hayley slowly discovers Enzo’s dark and troubled history, she realizes she may have let a madman into her home and that her mistake may cost the lives of the people closest to her.

Written by KATE CRASH, a musician, multimedia performance artist, and writer based out of Hollywood who contributed four songs to the movie.

This standalone story tells a personal, visceral, firsthand account of the film and the four years leading up it.

Available from: Amazon | Amazon UK | B&N | iBooks| Kobo

Check out the book trailer…

Experience firsthand the drugs, the sex, the sadness, the hope, the dream, the despair, the speed, the stage, the downfall, the glory, the destruction, the lust, the angst, the love, the vision, the fame, the loss, the hunger, the death, the poetry, the void, the passion, the end, the falling apart, the everything so real you don’t know where Hayley ends and you start.
Lost somewhere in a disintegrating South Texas home, 15-year-old Hayley, her brother Jack, and the band they form – PLUSH – stumble into a dream of a life as they wind up in the LA rock scene, swirling into a strange sacrifice of art, love, and depravity.
This poetry tornado’d prose will emotionally rollercoaster you through everything singer Hayley sees and feels.
YOU WILL BECOME A ROCKSTAR and lose it all. Your mind-heart will be broken. What is love and what is art and what does it all mean if anything?
Dive into the chaos of the soul, of the ideas of what a star is, of reality and fantasy blurring too thick, of the myths of beauty and the lies we tell ourselves, and feel the stage lights blind your good intentions as the crowds scream and you disappear into someone you are not sure you meant to be –Come… This is Plush. This is not a Rock N Roll Fantasy… This is an erotic, chaotic, beautiful, broken, and damned melody singing through the pages.

Check out this chapter performance by Kate Crash…

Enjoy an excerpt…

Another woman that’s not my mom is screaming in the room next door
And we’re under the covers, hiding from the world of wars
Nobody gets us, but that’s what we have each other for
Nobody gets us in the lost land called going nowhere far.

Our lyrics on the paper. His hand writes a word, then mine. I look into his intense, grey eyes and feel like I’m falling into myself – our heads smothered in the darkness of the sheets, our lives forever tangled in the seams of each other. We’re like this together almost every night.
“Shhhh you hear that?” I whisper, my head moving from his chest. Some lady’s yells wobble through the wall – something about not calling – then a slam on the floor morphs into sad moans with a squeaking mattress hitting slow then fast. Jack looks hard at me and I feel the same old cherry pits and tree knots in my tiny stomach. Awkward.

He smirks: “She moans like a holy pregnant cow getting milked by a steamroller.” His fine bird-boned hands move to the side of the bed.
I smile: “Our dad is so drunk.”

Jack picks up the blue painted guitar and starts wailing to the sounds of father’s abandoned hope fisting some slut to forget what living is for. UHHHHHHH. He wails on the high notes to harmonize with her groaning – strings pulling down and being let go. “Hahahahahahaha,” we laugh in unison. The clock hits 2 a.m. Outside night falls into itself. BAM BAM BAM. He speeds his guitar to match the mattress beating against the wall so fast. WAH WEEEOOOOH WAHHHH WAH.

“CUT THAT OUT! THAT’S NOT FUNNY STOP!” Dad’s voice garbles from the other side of the wall.
“Hahhahahahaha.” Jack’s fingers dagger the fretboard. He ramps the amp.
“Is Jack in there with you Hayley?” Dad pounds his fist on the other side of my wall.
“No,” I yell back.
The guitar drops from Jack as he flashes his mopey black hair from the bed and out my window, jumps over the hedge, and hops into the window next door.
A ray of light blasts as dad opens the door – shirtless belly and tattoos. Ugh.

“WAS JACK IN HERE? SOUNDED LIKE HIM. JEEZE CLEAN UR FUCKING ROOM!” Dad yells. Dirty clothes are strewn like confetti chaos. A fork sticks out of the wall holding a dried black rose. Surrounding it are cut outs from magazines and stolen library books, favorite poems, photos, dreams, Last Exit to Brooklyn, 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Tropic of Cancer, Alice in Wonderland. From my ceiling a sky of silver streamers hang like a jungle of sparkle.

I grab the guitar and start to strum. “Just me…Who was in your room?” I menace back. He gives me the black-eyed stare of despair as I pull my covers up. I want to defy everything about our life together. Dad. I hate his booze and I hate all the strangers that roll in and out of his room like a gas station restroom.

He slams my door. I roll over to the other wall. My wall with Jack. TAP TAP TIP TAP. Jack taps back. TIP TIP TIP: that means we are all clear. Our code. Everything is a secret code between us.

Time to sleep. Another night in the life of a lost brother and sister somewhere under the south Texas moon. No time to weep. A falling down ranch house sinks slowly beneath the world. I lay down and fall into a better world: the world of dreams.

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Giveaway!!!

Ten (10) winners will get an ebook of Plush and a copy of Kate’s song Sexuo

Ten (10) winners will get  a copy of Kate’s song Sexuo. Listen HERE
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kateAuthor:   Kate Crash is a writer / musician / multimedia artist based in Hollywood.

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https://katecrash.bandpage.com

https://twitter.com/katecrash

http://katecrashgetsloud.tumblr.com

https://soundcloud.com/katecrash



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