Spawn of the Nordic God… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Her mother gripped a bottle of whiskey in her hand as if it were a lifeline to the here and now. Her mother was only forty-six, looked older without her stage makeup, but she still kept her figure, most likely because she’d forgotten to eat half the time she was on tour. She may be mom to her, but the world knew her as Phoebe Keddie of the Feral Hearts with golden blonde hair, gray eyes, and a curvy firm body that knew how to move in a way that hypnotized and fascinated the audience into dreaming of sex on the long summer nights–or so the reporters liked to say about her. Wonder what they say if they saw her tonight.

The clicking hum of the projector playing behind her mother drew her interest, and she took a few steps into the room to glance at the white wall where her mother’s gaze seemed to be fixated and then she realized why there was such a fascination. Her father had recorded all of the band’s rehearsals, and apparently, they still had the old reels stored somewhere since one of the rehearsals was being projected on the wall.

She never really knew her father, Lars Gunner, frontman for the Silent Plaids, since he died when she was three years old, but she’d seen plenty photos since the media liked to keep his image alive with videos of his performances and his photographs plastered on the Internet. Lars could almost be called pretty with his Nordic good looks and wide blue eyes, but his five o’clock shadow and longish blonde locks gave him the edge he needed for his rock star image. She was blessed or cursed, depending if they’d ask her, with looking like him–long straight blonde hair, wide blue eyes…yep, she could not deny she was the spawn of the late Nordic god whose songs had rocked the world in the early 90s.

Truthfully, she never cared for the Silent Plaids’ music, and if she were to listen to the oldies but goodies, she went for a Civilized Heathens’ CD because let’s face it, Bellamy Lovel was a babe back then and his curly dark hair was to die for, but most of all his voice and the way he moved was every woman’s rock star dream.