The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance
Legendary Rock Stars #5
By L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Out September 14, 2015
Synopsis
Don’t judge me. I know you want to, but let’s
get some facts straight in my defense.
1. I love Arturo King
2. Arturo left me behind.
3. I was lonely.
4. Lansing was an old friend.
5. I love Arturo King.
1. I love Arturo King
2. Arturo left me behind.
3. I was lonely.
4. Lansing was an old friend.
5. I love Arturo King.
Did you burn the fictional damsel in distress
that cuddled and kissed her best friend when her fantastical boyfriend
disappeared for months? No, you didn’t. You sympathized with her loneliness
before you read ahead to make sure the boyfriend was coming back to her.
Loneliness is not a crime. It’s cruel to be alone, but not a crime, the last I
knew. If it is a crime, I’ll light the match to ignite myself for what I’ve
done. Goodness knows, I’m burning up with guilt as it is. In my defense, I want
my story to be told before I’m judged too harshly. Arturo King might be a rock
legend, but he and I are human. We make mistakes. We made mistakes. Do we need
to suffer for all of eternity because of them? I hope not. The jury still seems
to be out, though. The greater question is: Is it possible to rekindle our
love, when the past could burn us all?
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Prologue
Guinevere
If I ever wondered what the pits of hell felt
like, I sensed my current position was similar to being in the fiery depths.
The orange-yellow glow danced before me; blinding me to the man I knew was on
the other side of the flames. His face was melting, fading in the fumes that
surrounded and flowed from the heat. I sensed the wooden walls of the barn
structure were crackling and eventually would crumble, but I continued to stand
as if frozen. There would be no chance to freeze under the circumstances. If anything,
I should be melting slowly to form a puddle on the floor. My skin felt as if it
would peel off of me, one droplet of sweat at a time.
The blaze started in an attempt to gain Arturo’s
attention. The boy wanted to impress his father: a rock god who stubbornly
ignored his son, as he had done over a year ago in this same barn. The Barn.
The place of inspiration for Arturo King and his band, The Nights. The place
where they performed their magic through music. The place that marked where
history was made.
I continued to stare through the flames that
separated us. I could see that his lips were moving; calling or shouting out to
me, but I couldn’t hear over the roar of the fire. His face was warped in my
vision, drifting with the bright light that framed his head filled with dark
waves and a jaw covered thicker than before. His brown eyes looked black as
they stared back at me. I was trapped. The flames formed a wall between me and
my beloved; a man I loved more than anyone. A man who I hurt more than I ever
intended. A man who hurt me with his mysterious disappearance and lack of
communication.
I didn’t move. Allowing the heat to consume me,
I decided this might be my fate. Death by fire was how the adulteress was
punished in ancient times. Of course, in romance novels a hero comes to the aid
of the persecuted. My mind flashed to another man. He had been a hero to a
little girl trapped within a burning building. He had been my hero, as well,
when I was kidnapped in a drugged induced haze. He was someone I should not
have been thinking of.
I continued to watch the movement of Arturo’s
mouth. The roar of the flames was all that I heard. It made music to my ears,
drowning out the accusations.
How could I do it? How could I be with another
man?
The world seemed to stop as I struggled to give
my answers. In contrast, it came alive in an orange glow that spread rapidly
along the old wooden floor. My back was now against the warmth of the stones
behind me. It was almost like I imagined a brick oven would feel. The ancient
fieldstones were absorbing the heat and reflecting it back within the cramped
space. Wood crackled above my head. The ripping sound only assured me that my
end was eminent. The walls were catching and the barn was doomed to collapse.
Suddenly, I heard my name. The voice that
screamed to me was clear, familiar, and not the voice that should have called
for me.
“Guinie, turn around and reach up your hand,” he
shouted down to me. It was like an angel spoke to me from the heavens. I couldn’t
break my gaze on Arturo, but he was gesturing above me. His expression showed
he clearly recognized who was over me, who was calling me. His eyes found mine
through the flames and he nodded once. Then he looked away and I quickly spun
reaching upward blindly. My eyes were dry, boiled orbs within their sockets.
The smoke so thick, I confused it for fog. Stretching, my fingers connected
with those reaching down for me. One hand was clasped, the opposite wrist
encircled, and up I went into the freshness of the cool summer afternoon air.
The scent of pine and lake water burned my smoke encrusted nose and I gasped
for more oxygen. It was like I’d been drowning. A brief sensation I’d had a
year ago in the water of that lake below.
My mind was clouded, but a passing image flashed
of Arturo and me spinning in the blue water. He’d kissed me for the first time
on that day then rolled us off the boat into the water in distraction. We were
playful then. Not today. I heard his voice ringing in my head; his words enflamed
with his bitterness.
How could I do it? Didn’t I love him?
I balanced on hands and knees in the dry earth
near the burning barn. My throat was hoarse from gassy fumes and screams. I
called out his name one more time, and then the inevitable happened. The wooden
structure collapsed.
Meet the Author
L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King
Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road
to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he'd be a rock
star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever
after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock
Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials fo Guinevere DeGrance,
but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations
Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a
small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she
grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to
four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she
looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.
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