All Fired Up by Madelynne Ellis- Book Blitz

All Fired Up by Madelynne Ellis- Book BlitzAll Fired Up by Madelynne Ellis
Series: Black Halo #2
Published by Mischief on December 18th, 2014
Pages: 195
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Also by this author: Come Together


All Fired Up is the follow-up to New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Madelynne Ellis’ scorching rock star romance novel, All Night Long, and is the fourth novel about the band Black Halo.
Ginny Walters always knew her weakness for bad boys would get her into trouble. Her one night stand with Black Halo’s lead guitarist, Ash Gore, was only supposed to be a fun, not the prelude to the sort of relationship that’d scorch holes in her heart as well as her bed sheets. She’d be the happiest woman in the world if Ash wasn’t so determined to keep their connection off radar.
Ash Gore knows girlfriends are bad news for bands, which is why he’s resolved to keep his attachment to Ginny a secret. He and the guys have enough on their stages as they try to piece themselves back together after the band’s split. But when new drummer, Iain Willows, starts taking an active interest in Ginny, tensions quickly mount. Soon, Ash is not only at risk of losing Ginny, but everything he holds dearest–including life itself.

Reading time 17 mins

Madelynne Ellis has a new book book! All Fired Up is the latest book in the Black Halo band series. I have read/reviewed her previous books in the series Come Together and Come Undone. They were both 5 kiss reads for me. I am excited to give you an excerpt from All Fired Up, a character interview with Zane and Paul, and a giveaway. Scroll down to enter.


‘You’re insane,’ Ginny insisted, once they were out of the shop. She opened the little case again. She couldn’t help herself, it was impossible not to look at the thing, even though part of her still rebelled at the notion of accepting it. ‘I could probably pay for a year’s worth of tuition with this.’
‘Do you need to pay for a year’s tuition?’
She shook her head. She’d money saved up to pay her way, and even if she hadn’t. ‘I wouldn’t let you pay them even if I did. I don’t want to be your kept woman, Ash.’ Travel expenses and hotel bills were different. They were only necessary due to his silly rules. Otherwise she’d have happily been holed up on the tour bus with him.
‘What about being my love slave?’
‘If anyone’s going to be a love slave, it’ll be you.’
‘OK,’ he agreed, surprisingly readily. ‘Buy me a collar and you can keep me instead.’
Ginny laughed. As if he’d ever obey an order, and she wouldn’t really want him too anyway. She liked the tug o’ war between them, both of them pulling in different directions, and sometimes one coming out on top and sometimes the other. ‘I think your tastes might be out of my budget ranges,’ she told him, though he would look nice in studded collar of the variety Xane sometimes wore.
‘Nah,’ Ash drawled, moving in close so that his thigh pressed against hers. ‘I have very basic expectations: a solid breakfast, the cartoon network and lots of mind-blowing sex. See, very inexpensive.’
Obviously he’d never had a minor heart attack over a cable bill. She closed the lid on the little box, realising that in some respects their life experiences were as far apart as the sun and moon. He seemed to catch on to her sudden sense of melancholy, because he folded his hand over the box and then wiggled his nose against hers Eskimo style.
‘If I wear this, you’ll risk cutting your tongue to shreds when you’re licking,’ she told him.
His soulful blue eyes lit at the mention of licking, and the corners of his lips inched upwards, until a wicked grin had spread across his face. ‘That’s a risk totally worth taking.’ He let out a warm slow breath. ‘I want to lick you now, Ginny. I want to see you wearing this jewellery and not a whole lot else, and I want to suck your clit until you come so hard your bones are like jelly.’
He washed away her moment of despondency in an instant. Ash and his tongue were legendary, and hell, if she didn’t know first-hand that the legend had sprung up for a reason.
‘I’m not sure the middle of a street in broad daylight is the ideal spot for that,’ she remarked, attempting to sound scandalized in order to disguise her excitement at the mere possibility. ‘I mean, I know Xane’s no respecter of public decency, but I thought Danger Mouse was more prudent.’ While her friend Dani might not say a whole lot about what she and Xane got up to together, the world press hadn’t been nearly so circumspect – sex overlooking the ocean, sex on a train, and masses on the beach. Sometimes she wondered if they’d snatched the wrong men and ought to arrange a swap. She’d have no issues with Xane’s propensity for scandalizing the nation, or his rather fluid sexuality, and Dani would adore Ash for attempting to keep her out of the limelight. They’d have a lovely rural home somewhere together, where they’d rear twenty-three kids with increasingly ridiculous names and have hops growing from the roof.
Except, Xane was damned high maintenance, and Ash could make her melt just by crooking his little finger.
‘I’m not sure we’ve been watching the same show.’ He laughed, and plucked the little box from her hand. ‘And for the record, Xane doesn’t have a monopoly on doing it out doors.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ she said stepping in front of him, and dragging him down to her level by snatching hold of his T-shirt. ‘Gonna prove that to me, stud?’ She couldn’t even persuade Ash to be seen publically with her. Today didn’t count. He was pretending to be Danger Mouse and not Ashley Gore, super-hot love machine from the global trailblazers of gothic rock, Black Halo.
She danced her tongue against his, making him groan so hard, her jelly-legs over the prospect of him actually getting her off somewhere he shouldn’t were at least fifty per cent more steady than his.
‘You challenging me?’ he gasped, when she gave him a second in which to breathe. ‘You really want to risk being arrested, seen and totally blowing our cover.’
‘I want you to get down on your knees, lift up my skirt and at put your mouth where it matters, but I think you’re a big chicken.’
‘Is that so?’
She nodded.
‘Sheesh!’ He made a whistling noise through his teeth. ‘You’re a bad influence, Ginny Walters. I don’t know if my mum’s going to approve of you. She might think you’re a bit wild.’
Oh, bugger! It didn’t look as if this conversation was headed in quite the direction she’d like.
‘If I do it, will you wear the bauble I bought you?’ Ash asked, flashing her the most outrageous grin as he thrust the ball firmly back in her court.
‘Sweetheart, if you bring me off using just your tongue, then I’ll let you put it in place.’
He seemed to grasp the gravitas of that offer, because he made a choked kind of sound that might have been, ‘baby.’ She was glad he got it, because to date she’d only trusted herself and her piercer to get that intimate with her anatomy.
‘Where?’ he said. ‘Cause we need to find somewhere right now.’ He tugged at his long hair, as he turned a full circle, seeking out the perfect venue. The street full of shops didn’t yield an immediate answer.
‘Here,’ Ginny replied, tugging him towards a narrow alleyway sandwiched between two of the cramped mediaeval buildings. She prayed it lead to a dead-end and didn’t turn out to be a convenient short-cut between two major thoroughfares. As luck turned out, it led somewhere even better, onto a quiet church yard, with mossy weathered stones and black lead railings. She took a good look around to make sure they weren’t being observed—there was no one about, though the church doors stood open so it was obviously in use—before darting beneath the catkins of an enormous weeping willow.
Ash prowled in behind her, shedding his leather jacket as he walked. He let it fall upon the twigs and dry earth. God, he looked hot in that T-shirt, like he was about to rip his way out of it at any minute, it fit so well.
Ginny slowly backed up until her back hit the tree trunk.
‘Show me,’ he demanded.
Provocatively, she inched her hem up her bare legs, showing first her knees then the curves of her thighs, then just the merest glimpse of her panties.
‘More,’ he mouthed, his face filled with hunger. ‘Show me more.’
She lifted the hem another centimetre, which wasn’t nearly enough for Ash, who dropped onto his knees before her and snuggled up against her thighs.
‘My lady needs to be bare. I can’t see anything with these ugly things in the way.’ He hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties, which for the record weren’t ugly but black and lacy, and then drew them down her legs, so they hung around her thighs. ‘That’s better.’ His tongue found her sweet spot, flicked over the base of her barbell and then the underside of her clit, proving categorically that she could go from a wee bit horny to oh-my-God-give-it-to-me-now-or-I’m-going-to-die in under a second.
Of course, this being Ash, he was merely saying hello. No sooner did he have her pulse racing, he was backing off and letting her steam while he explored first the other end of her piercing, and then the bits of her thighs that normally sat exposed above her stocking tops. Ginny shoved the heel of one hand into her mouth to stifle her own groans. He raised goose bumps across her skin, and made her squirm against him with need.
Ash Gore had a mouth made for sin. More specifically it was expertly engineered to make licking a thing of absolute beauty. The really killer part was that he got off on wiggling his tongue into naughty places.
‘Are you gonna draw this out?’ she asked, praying the answer was no, because, honestly, she didn’t want to wait.
‘It’s impolite to dive right in. I need to say hello to all my favourite bits first.’
He had too many favourite bits, apparently. Her toes curled when he nipped the base of her belly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, when he sucked and then worked his tongue against her swollen lips. When finally got back to her jewel and the sensitive nub it rested against, she nearly came on the spot.

Interview 2: Xane Geist and Paul “Rock Giant” Reed.

Allow me to introduce the vocalist and bassist from gothic metal band, Black Halo. Hi, Xane and Rock Giant.

Do I call you Rock Giant or Paul?

RG: Either really. Whichever you prefer.

Where does your nickname come from?

RG: I’m rock hard and I’m a giant, obviously.
Xane: Yeah, that’s totally it.
RG: Do you want to feel my abs?
Xane: Sorry folks, he always gets like this when we not touring. Turns into a total gym bunny.

Actually, I will, if you don’t mind. Ahem, yeah… Moving on, question for Paul, would you cut your spikes off for a good cause?

RG: Whaaaaaat! What sort of cause?
Xane: He’d do it for breast cancer.
RG: Not funny, Xane. Can’t I just write a cheque instead? I’m sure that’d be more useful than donating hair. I mean what use is my hair?
Xane: I’ve often wondered.

Xane, in the past you’ve had a bit of a reputation as a playboy, is it true you’ve settled down now? How serious is it? Should we expect wedding bells?

RG: To which of them?
Xane: <shaking head> What is it with this sudden obsession with weddings?
RG: Everyone loves you and wants to have your babies.
Xane: That’s weird; I don’t remember anyone asking me to get hitched.

Guys, what do you do with the gifts you receive from fans?

Xane: Cherish them. <LOL>
RG: I think the roadies swipe most of them. Depends what it is really.

What’s your favorite gift you’ve received from a fan?

RG: I couldn’t say really… Really, I can’t.
Xane: I once got a giant supersoaker water pistol. That was pretty memorable.
RG: Yeah, I remember that. Didn’t we chase Ash round the tour bus, playing “Get the Goth.”
Xane: Something like that.
RG: What happened to it?
Xane: I think Cave Troll accidentally ran over it with the equipment van.

What artists would you like to work with?
Xane: You mean on a duet or something? Well I know Elspeth wants us to work with Dani Filth.
RG: Easy, Kirsty MacColl
Xane: I dunno, maybe Jimi Hendrix, or Mozart.
RG: It’s gonna be tricky seeing as they’re all dead.
Xane: Nah, that’d just make it more interesting. (NB. Elspeth’s choice isn’t dead.)

How are relationships within the band? Are you all friends again after the split earlier this year?

Xane: Hunky-dory.
RG: They’re the biggest bunch of pricks ever to walk the Earth, but I loves every one of them. <hooks an arm around Xane’s neck and almost chokes him> I wouldn’t be without them. We’re just one big family on that tour bus. We squabble like any family, but if we didn’t get along we’d all be dead by now.

Who’s mum and dad?

Xane: Huh?
RG: She means on the bus, not your actual parents. Spook is definitely mum. He makes us all eat healthily and everything. Dad is probably our manager Graham Callahan.

You both have pretty famous parents, how was that growing up?

[Interviewers note: Xane’s father was entrepreneur, communications and arts expert Arthur Bletchley, and Rock Giant’s parents Deborah and Marcus Reed of legendary folk rock band, the Toll Puddle Martyrs.]

RG: We moved around a lot. It was kind of cool, actually. I had a huge extended family. Still do.
Xane: Hmm… It could have been worse.
RG: Like Dani.
Xane: Yeah… Hey, how do you know about that? Have you been eavesdropping?
RG: I read papers and occasionally browse the internet. Everybody knows about Dani. Poor girl… all those crazy women <shudders>.

Guys, we’ve heard a lot of rumours recently suggesting that Elspeth will be leaving the band. What’s your plan for if that happens? Are we going to see yet another new band member?

RG: She can’t. She isn’t. It’s not allowed, end of…
Xane: You can’t actually stop her if it’s what she wants.
RG: <scowling> How can you even say that? Just because she’s your ex and it would make things easier for you and your menagerie.
Xane: My what?
RG: <brows approaching his hairline> MÉNAGE-ERY! <sigh> Do you really want to have to find another keyboard player given the nightmare we’ve had finding a decent drummer?

Yes, about that… So, your original drummer, Steve Matlock unfortunately passed away earlier this year, then you brought in Iain Willows, and now I understand you’re working with an unknown, Luthor Albrecht. Xane, what happened to Iain, and can you tell us a bit about Luthor?

Xane: Yes, he’s great. Luthor, I mean, not Iain. Iain wasn’t a good fit for us. Luthor is. He’s awesome. It’s amazing what he can do with a pair of sticks.
RG: I don’t want to know. Urgh! Now I’m going to have to scrub my brain. He plays drums pretty good though.
Xane: Oh, and he’s Swedish, like Spook.
RG: Cause that’s such an important fact.
Xane: Totally is.

That’s Spook Mortensen, your rhythm guitarist. So, just to clarify, why wasn’t Iain a good fit?

Xane: <Clearly biting his tongue.> We’re not really aligned musically.

Rumour has it that he was arrested in Karlstad shortly after your lead guitarist collapsed on stage. Can you confirm that? Are the two events related?

Xane: I understand Iain was arrested, that’s correct.


Xane: Ash is fine, thanks for asking. He’ll be touring with us again before you know it. The docs just want him to take it easy for a bit.
RG: Wuss. I think it’s outrageous that he gets to slob around while we have to work.


RG: No. He should totally relax. He’s majorly bored though, ladies, so if you want to perk his spirits up a bit, you know… <winks>
Xane: You do realise that Ginny will kneecap you.
RG: Nah, she loves me. I’d totally vote for her being on the bus.
Xane: Nobody’s on the bus right now.
RG: Well, not right now, but we will be. Although, I suppose it’ll mean even less sleep. I’m totally going to move downstairs.
Xane: I thought the peep show was the highlight of your evening.
RG: Dani’s a major disappointment. She won’t play.
Xane: Damn right.
RG: Ginny would totally give me happy dreams.
Xane: Man, you need to find yourself a woman.
RG: Well, if there are any volunteers…

Did the reason for Iain’s arrest have anything to do with your decision to change drummer?

RG: We’d already made the switch prior to his arrest, but his position in the band had become untenable. As Xane said, he wasn’t a good fit for us.

So what’s next for Black Halo?

Xane: We’ve currently working on our next album, which should be out around Christmas, and making sure everyone is in shape for the second half of our Requiem for the Damned tour, which we’ll be kicking off in Oslo, I think. I don’t have the exact date yet… but soon.

Thank you, Xane and Rock Giant for taking time out from your recording schedule to talk to us.

Xane: Any time.

Suggested reading order:

Come Undone (Rock Hard #1)
All Night Long (Black Halo #1)
Remastered (Black Halo #1.5)
Come Together (Rock Hard #2)
All Fired Up (Black Halo #2)


Madelynne Ellis is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses including HarperCollins, Harlequin and Random House, and have been translated into several languages. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20 + years, their two adorable children, and a crazy cavachon puppy. Madelynne drinks decaf out of preference, and has a healthy obsession with a certain Japanese rock star. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life.
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