Title: Finally Fallen
Series: The Dark Angels
Genre: Gay Erotic Romance
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Publication Date: Dec. 8, 2014
Word Count: 81,000
Cover Artist: PL Nunn
Blurb: What’s the use of being a rock legend if you have no one to share the fame and fortune with? Not that Dusty Davis is looking. He’s content taking care of himself, his bandmates, and his rambunctious younger brothers.
And while the rest of The Dark Angels are happily paired with men, Dusty can’t be gay. A night in a club brings him face to face with the woman of his dreams. J is articulate, well-read, witty, and smart. How could Dusty not finally fall?
J didn’t mean to deceive Dusty; he introduced himself as Justin, after all. He didn’t realize the drummer heard, “Justine” and missed the other cues. Dusty’s declarations of love sounded too good to be true. After all, who could possibly want someone as broken as Justin?
But the heart wants what the heart wants, and love knows no gender.
Available for pre-order on Amazon
The Art of Covers
Thank you, The Novel Approach, for doing cover reveals and for letting me wax poetic on cover art.
I’m a self proclaimed ART WHORE!!! I love art and stalk museums whenever there’s an opportunity. Art speaks a language that everyone can hear.
I firmly believe readers judge books by the covers. I know I do. Covers are amazingly important, and any artist I’ve worked with will tell you (after they stop swearing) that I make them crazy by being very specific about every detail. Ahhh, but that visual orgasm is sooooooo worth it!
For me, each cover is an opportunity to capture a scene in my book that I’d like to share with the reader. The goal is to ensnare a pivotal moment in the story, but sometimes it’s just about the love between the characters.
I’ve been asked about/criticized for having only sexy/pretty people on my covers. Let me explain. With my cover images I try to show the reader how the love interests see each other. It’s not how you or I would see them. They are depicted through the filter of their love. So yes, imperfections are glossed over to let the characters’ inner beauty shine through.
My latest release, Finally Fallen, features a cover drawn by the talented PL Nunn. The concept called for catching the characters exactly when a photographer in the story gets a snap of them. It’s the moment things spiral in directions neither character anticipated.
I admit it… I write for cover art.
So tell me, my pretty ones, how important are covers to you?
Z.Allora’s Bio: Every one deserves a happy ending… (and Z. Allora makes sure they get one). She’s written hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers– stories about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. Utilizingher extensive foreign travels, she brings readers to places they’ve yet to visit, introducing them to cultures they’ve yet to explore. But with every word she writes she hope to convey that love is love. She welcomes contact and looks forward to hearing from her “pretties”!
Contact information: E-mail | Facebook: Z Allora Allora
Excerpt: Fuck! Why was the VIP section of The Iron Club so poorly lit? Atmosphere be damned, Dusty Davis wanted to see what the hell he was drinking. The Dark Angels had just finished playing a kickass show in the venue attached to the club. Time to pay for living his dream by being a fixture at the sponsor’s after-concert party.
It was one o’clock in the damned morning; Dusty would rather be asleep in his hotel room, or at least on his laptop. That was exactly where he’d be if The Dark Angels’ manager hadn’t warned him about cutting out too early. He made do with his iPod and cell phone for entertainment. At least he could get a decent Wi-Fi signal.
Sigh. Here he was, living the dream, but he couldn’t seem to appreciate everything this fantasy offered. He was blessed, living a charmed life, some might say, as the drummer for The Dark Angels. Fuck, lead singer Angel Luv had been his best friend since grade school. He and Angel had gotten everything they’d ever dreamed of while growing up on the unlucky side of poor: fortune, fame, and chicks.
Well, Angel had more dudes than chicks. Though, now the singer had just one guy in particular—their guitar player. But thank Heavens so far the couple hadn’t screwed up the group. Dusty would never admit it out loud, but Darius Stone was good for Angel.
Dusty still had to adjust to the fact that Angel wasn’t always available to hang out anymore. He tried not to be a third wheel. Hell, fifth wheel now that their keyboard player, Robin, and bass player, Josh, finally got their heads out of their asses.
He squinted out onto the dance floor and found the two youngest members of the band. They danced, if practicing the Kama Sutra with their clothing on could be called dancing. He patted himself on the back. He’d been right. The keyboard player’s fear of abandonment abated with the whole collaring thing. He’d been sure the kid just needed Josh to step up to provide some stabilization, and ta da! Maybe Dusty should be a matchmaker.
He gave them a salute and they waved to him. A quick glance around confirmed Darius and Angel must be someplace, doing something they shouldn’t be doing at the party. Heh. Maybe he should rat them out to Megan, the band’s manager, but she appeared to be enjoying the attention of one of the sponsor’s sons. He wouldn’t cock block her for his own amusement. Was it called cock block when the friend in question was female?
Everyone else was paired up like animals on the ark. The stab of loneliness he usually got at these shindigs came right on cue. He loved each and every one of the idiots in The Dark Angels, and they returned the sentiment. He was happy they’d each found love, he really was, but that didn’t stop him from aching for something he would probably never find.
Truth be told, it might be his own fault he sat here alone at this, and any other, party he had attended. He’d effectively chased away all the well-wishing fans who made it into the VIP section. Dusty didn’t claim to be a philosopher, but he always found being alone had less to do with the proximity of other people and more to do with not having what he wanted. What exactly did he want?
Damn, no more beer for him!
If he were honest with himself, he couldn’t find what he refused to look for… Hell, he wasn’t even sure of what he was trying to find. At times, when his guard was down, he thought Angel might be right. Even though he’d only had sex with women, he might not be perfectly straight.
With a mother who grew more religious with each passing Sunday, exploring his orientation would bring nothing but trouble. He ignored his sexuality as he’d done for years.
That heavy thought didn’t have a chance to weigh him down. A drunken television star weaved her way over to him. “Hey, Dusty.”
“Hi.” What was her name?
“I love The Dark Angels and I think you’re great.”
You have no clue as to who I am. Dusty found himself doing what he always did: he smiled and nodded until they left him the fuck alone.
“Well, hey um… you wanna go to my place? I live…” She giggled.
“Some place lovely, I’m sure,” Dusty helped her. Poor thing.
“So yeah, should we get out of here?” She pushed back her shoulder-length hair.
“Sorry, I can’t.” Dear Lord, did people actually pair up with people they’d just met? No conversation, no getting to know each other? Just hopping in bed with a stranger? Of course they did, but he didn’t. Maybe he was demi-sexual.
Fucking Angel! He’d been so proud to share his opinion that Dusty was ‘demi-sexual’. The guy acted like he’d discovered the Sexuality Fluidity Project’s label himself. Angel lectured him on ‘demi-sexual’. Dusty couldn’t deny he fit the definition as someone who needed to have a strong emotional connection before he could experience sexual attraction.
The actress scrunched her face into a grimace. “No worries.” She headed directly over to the next available guy.
Damn, she was lovely and seemed nice enough. What was Dusty searching for in a potential mate? Hmmm, way to pick a gender-neutral title. He wanted someone smart, kind, and funny. He wanted to have wonderful sex with his best friend. Not Angel! Ew! No, he wanted a new best friend; one he could spend the rest of his life loving.
A few minutes later, the woman who’d given up on him strutted past as if she’d won the debate, clinging to a man’s arm. Dusty saluted her with his bottle of beer and hoped she found happiness.
Maybe he was a fucked up romantic, but he believed in love at first sight. Fairy tale bullshit or not, if he met the person meant for him he’d know it immediately. He just hoped like hell that person was a woman. There’d be a whole lot less trouble that way.
Whatever. He was never one to lament about things he couldn’t change. He’d dealt this long, he didn’t sweat it. Dusty glanced around the shadowy, loud club.
He finished off another bottle of beer, which was rapidly replaced by efficient waitress who gave beers and a friendly smile but understood his disdain for idle chitchat. Tonight, he’d allowed himself a couple more beers than usual and was feeling no pain. He probably should have listened to the band’s doting manager and eaten something so he was less buzzed.
But fuck it. They were celebrating, after all. Their new album had outsold their first two. The Dark Angels’ second US tour was so successful they’d announced today that they were going on an international.
Actually, in a few hours they were due on a plane. Their label had set up a press conference for them and several television interviews. California was their first stop before they left for overseas.
Shouldn’t he be rejoicing? Pouting about things he couldn’t have wasn’t very productive. He had everything most people wanted. Why couldn’t he be happy?
In truth, he’d never gotten into the whole groupie scene. More evidence that I’m demi-sexual, or just that I’m selective in my bed partner? Hell, he wasn’t even sure when he’d last had a bed partner. It was at least a couple of years, maybe longer. Even then it had only been an awkward one-night thing.
Angel blamed Karen, Dusty’s high school girlfriend, for making him gun shy. She might’ve been one of the reasons why he shied away from intimacy. Once burned, he’d learned never to trust anyone like that again.
The conniving little witch had nearly ruined his life with her trumped-up pregnancy. He’d almost dropped out of school to marry her. Luckily, Angel had saved his ass with reality.
His phone buzzed, and chimed immediately again. Two texts—must be his brothers fighting. He held out his phone. Maybe he should start using his glasses. He made the print bigger. Ah, it was the troublesome twosome.
”Jordon is sexting,” his middle brother Zack claimed through the message.
Jordon’s retort made Dusty laugh. Of course the fifteen-year- old was sexting; he had his mind on his zipper twenty-four/seven. Dusty lectured, he warned, and he’d threatened.
What else could he do? He inhaled deeply. Time to play big brother.
“Sexting is dangerous. Do you even know who it is?”
As expected, two texts came immediately: ” “No!” and “YES!”
“Stop! Serious!”’ Damn it! Had the kid heard anything he’d said? No, Jordon’s hormones weren’t allowing him to hear the warnings. The kid was going to get himself into a bad situation.
“I do know him,” Jordon whined through his text.
Within seconds, Zack added his two cents, “F-booking doesn’t count as knowing some 1!”
“Should I take ur technology, Jordon?” Dusty asked.
He’d gotten his little brothers the latest and greatest phones and laptops for the holidays, so they could always be in touch with him. The gifts had come with the understanding that they weren’t to do dumb shit like this.
“No. Stopped. Ok?” Jordon wrote.
“He stopped. Thanks,” Zack verified.
“Behave. Don’t want u hurt,” Dusty typed.
Why couldn’t Jordon be more like Zack? His middle brother had made it through puberty without a moment of drama.
Good Lord, Dusty didn’t quite know what to do. Trying to be the “dad” when he was barely ten years older than his brothers sucked, but maybe the old man left because he didn’t know any more than Dusty did. The fact his brothers might be gay didn’t help matters much.
Having Angel as his best friend helped Dusty to deal with his overly expressive youngest brother’s interest in the same sex, but his middle brother seemed to be locked into the closet. Although not exactly healthy, Zack staying low key about his sexuality made it easier for him to avoid detection by his mom.
Shit! Dusty hated to think what would happen if his mom even found out his brothers’ orientation. She’d go around the bend if she had a clue her sons were what her loony church friends considered an abomination. Fuck, is it any wonder why he had never explored his own preferences?
Mmmm, what was that smell? Dusty inhaled a blend of vanilla and amber. A sultry voice gave him chills. “So, I have a question.”
Dusty turned. The glow of his cell phone allowed him to lock gazes with the most bewitching, stormy grey eyes he’d ever seen. Wow, um…a… He pulled his head out of his ass to speak. “Please. Ask me anything.”
The Giveaway: Z. Allora is putting 3 E-copies of Finally Fallen up for grabs for 3 lucky winners.
12 thoughts on “Official Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Finally Fallen by Z. Allora”
I think it’s almost impossible to not judge a book by its cover. I love PL Nunn’s cover art. It’s always beautiful. I enjoy reading a book and discovering the significance of the cover art – whether it’s a scene or place in the story or just an emotional connection between the characters. I haven’t read the Dark Angels series yet but I loved the blurb and excerpt for this one. I’m definitely putting the others on my TBR list. Thanks for the giveaway.
It’s completely normal to judge a book from its cover if you don’t have any idea to what to buy..now, with the ebooks, the things are changed. My favourity books cover? Too difficult to choose but Danse Macabre by Laurell K. Hamilton is one of those.
I’m pretty new to ZAllora books so count me in for the giveaway. Ty
Thank you for this post and giveaway. Books’ cover are not important anymore like they used to. At the moment, my fave one is Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt. :)
Being honest, yes but sometimes the plot kills the interest of read the book….
I judge a book by it’s cover if I’m unfamiliar with the author. My favorite covers are the ones for the Mercy series by Patricia Briggs.
Great excerpt! Hugs
I really try not to let a cover influence me. I’ve read some great books with covers that I hated. Favorite covers would have to be Perfect Imperfections by Cardeno C. and most of SE Jakes covers too.
I admit that may be the first thing that either attracts or repels me from books. However, some of my favorite books I would never have picked up based on the covers, so I try to look at blurb/excerpts for a better idea of what I’ll find inside. One of my cover faves is Change of Heart by Mary Calmes.
I try to not judge a book by it’s cover. I’ve found over the years that its a great way to miss out on some really great reads. It’s hard to just pick one cover I think of as my favorite. There are just a lot of great cover designers out there: Paul Richmond, Anne Cain, Dan Skinner, LC Chase, etc. the list just keeps going on for the artist who covers appeal to me.
I try not to let a cover sway me to much. I have read some excellent books with crappy covers and some crappy books with great covers! I really like Reese Dante, LC Chase, Angsty G, and Eli Easton just to name a few.
The cover doesn’t sway one way or the other. There are some beautiful covers out there. Paul Richmond, Jess Buffett, Reese Dante, Dan Skinner are a few of the artists I know, but there are many more I don’t. Even some of the authors design their own covers, which is great. Very talented field for covers.
Smoking hot excerpt! I love Dusty already, & can’t wait to see his HEA. As for covers, I was one of the few who mourned the idea of taking characters off of the covers of romance novels in the 90’s. At least, it felt like I was vastly outnumbered. Somehow, it made the genre unworthy of respect to have sexy covers? I never thought so. I’m always glad to see the way characters connect on the covers of books. It lets me know what sort of story I’m in for. Will it be focused on mystery, suspense, space battles? The atmosphere of a book cover is an intrinsic part of the book’s allure. I hate it when books have some logo on the cover that has no real meaning within the story. It’s like when the original publication of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander had all of that luscious artwork depicting various scenes in the story. Dragonfly in Amber had a lovely cover, too, then it just became all about tartans and thistles. Well, gee, I know the story is set in Scotland. Tartans and thistles could refer to any story set in any century of Scotland’s history. I read the books because I’m now hooked on the story, but the covers do absolutely nothing to promote sales, IMHO. You keep it up! I love PL Nunn’s work, and your covers are great!
(Sorry about the rant.)