Sits down, checks his cell, runs an agitated hand through his shoulder length brown hair)
Marcus Anthony: What were your first thoughts when you heard Avery play for the first time?
Marcus Anthony: Describe Avery in 5 words.
Marcus Anthony: What made you pick Avery as the new guitarist for Brutal Strength?
Marcus Anthony: If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be?
Marcus Anthony: What do you see in the future for Brutal Strength?
Marcus Anthony: What’s your favorite hot dog topping?
Marcus Anthony: During that first writing session with Avery, what were some of the things going through your mind?
Marcus Anthony: You have a very strong relationship with your family, in one word describe each member.
Marcus Anthony: Soooo….how much can you bench press now?
Marcus Anthony: Girls….long hair or short?
Marcus Anthony: What’s your all-time favorite band? Your favorite song (not Brutal Strength’s of course…)?
Marcus Anthony: What’s your favorite song off of Brutal Strength’s new album?
Marcus Anthony: If you had a twin, what sort of stunt would you try to pull to make someone think you were the other?
Marcus Anthony: We know you are extremely musically talented, but which instrument is your favorite to play?
Marcus Anthony: When you first found out about the real Avery…what was the first thing that popped into your head?
Marcus Anthony: What gave you the idea for your “make-up” performance for Avery?
I've said it before but I'm not always that good with words. But I wanted to do something that demonstrated to her how important she is to me and it seemed like a memorable way to do that.
How does it feel to be a “Book Boyfriend?”
Marcus: *mutters under breath* “Sucks. Mary made me do it.”
JR: “It’s cool.”
Bryan: “What they all said, except for the grumpy dude.”
What’s your favorite part about it?
Marcus: “Are you kiddin’ me?”
Chris: “Publicity for the new cd.”
Bryan: “the notoriety.”
Is there anything about being one that you really hate or would change if you could?
Marcus: “Heck, yeah. I hate everyone knowing my personal s***”
JR: “No way. I love it, but I think I deserve a sequel.”
Chris: “I’d leave out some of Sara’s inner monologue. Strike the ‘bedazzled Elton John’ line.”
Bryan: “Nah. My books not out yet. May 2013. But it better bring me a lot of chicks.”
What do you think makes you a good book boyfriend? Like, what gets the ladies all jello legged and swooning?
Marcus: *runs hands through unruly brown hair* “I’d say my music, but you probably should ask Avery that question.”
JR: *raises tawny brow* “My rhythm.”
Chris: *flashes ‘Chris Alex’ megawatt smile*
Bryan: “Besides the guitar and the tats?” *shrugs* “My reputation.”
Are you a romantic hearts and flowers kind of guy?
Marcus: “With the right woman.”
JR: “Heck, yeah. Ask Sam about our hockey date.”
Chris: “Um, yeah. Seduction is my second middle name.” follow up question: what’s your first? “Sexy.” *laughs*
Bryan: “Hell, no!”
What could a girl expect on a date with you?
Marcus: “Hang out at the apartment, listen to me play guitar, look out at the view of the Vancouver waterfront.”
JR: “lots of cardio.”
Chris: “They’d have access to all of this.” *gestures to himself*
Bryan: “I don’t date.”
What about a good night kiss? Or maybe a little more…
Guess the book boyfriend. Excerpt from Love REVOLUTION…
As soon as her lips touched his, her plan for a short brief kiss flew out the window. He slanted his head and moved his mouth in a way that left no doubt to who was really in charge. The guy could teach an advanced course in the art of kissing. His lips were warm and smooth against hers, hypnotic and seductive. She parted her lips, swallowing the deep moan that echoed her own.
Ok now to the really gritty stuff….
Best pick up line you’ve used?
Excerpt from Love RESOLUTION …
“I get bored. They’re all the same.” Bryan traced a finger around her silver cuff. “Only one woman I’m really interested in right now.”
“Oh, please.” The guy was such a flirt, but she could totally see what all the fuss was about. She wet her dry lips. “Does that line usually work for you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never used it before.” He stared at her mouth. “Is it working? Maybe I need further research to be sure.”
Favorite sexual position?
Marcus: *piercing blue eyes stare at interviewer* “Next.”
JR: “Whatever turns her on.”
Chris: “Let’s just say I like to be in charge.”
Bryan: “I have to pick one?”
Do you like dirty girls or the girl next door?
Marcus: “The boy next door.” *Laughs* “Inside joke.” Read Love Evolution.
JR: “Sweet Texas girl.”
Chris: “Leggy with attitude.”
Bryan: “Noticed the plural on dirty girls.” *chuckles* “The badder the better.”
Most exciting or adventurous place you got, ahem, down and dirty?
Marcus: *exasperated sigh* “Next.”
Chris: “back of my ’66.”
Bryan: *lids lower over his grey green eyes* “Most?” *glances at interviewer* “How much time you got?”
Thanks for the insight into your world. We had a blast hanging out with you. Got a nice little Valentine message you want to give to your fans?
“Love is a journey, not a destination.” Read about Avery and Marcus in Love EVOLUTION.
JR and Samantha and Chris & Sara in Love REVOLUTION.
Avery, Marcus, and Bryan in Love RESOLUTION
Flirty Dirty interview (DURING BRUTAL STRENGTH'S TOUR IN LOVE RESOLUTION:
Denise is back stage at the KeyArena with Marcus Anthony, the lead singer of Brutal Strength.
“Tonight’s the launch of the Love Evolution tour,” I begin, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Are you excited?”
Sky blue eyes focus on me for a moment. I’ve seen pics of this guy. They don’t do him justice. There’s an intense charisma that rolls off him in waves that the camera doesn’t come close to capturing. “I’m excited to perform for our fans in Seattle.” His voice is rich and smooth. It makes me think of low bedside lighting and tangled sheets. My gaze inventories the rest: broad shoulders in a worn Who concert t-shirt and long legs in distressed denim that are stretched out so enticingly near. I confess thinking about putting my hand on his knee. Just a little squeeze. I want to feel the heat and the strength of him. I want…
“Yes, well.” I swallow and glance back at my iPad notes. “This is your first time on tour with your fiancée, Avery Jones. Is that going to put a damper on the… umm, the usual after concert activities the band is known for?”
“I can’t speak for JR or Dwight.” He lifts a dark brow and gives me a hooded sidelong glance. “But I’ll be with Avery. She’s my life now. The woman I always hoped to find. What I did in the past, I’m not proud of, and I’d like to keep in the past.”
Another blogger slips into the folding chair on the other side of us. He’s wearing a t-shirt that says, “Rock is dead.” It has a tombstone under the slogan. I instantly dislike him.
“So you won’t be in a drugged out haze this time around?” the other blogger asks. “Like you were during the 2011 tour?”
Marcus’ blue eyes turn icy. His sculpted lips flatten. He looks over his shoulder at a man with wire rimmed glasses. “Who’s this guy, Trevor,” I hear him whisper.
“Greg Straight from Straight Talk Music.” Greg cocks a brow. “Afraid of a few touch questions from a local blogger, huh?”
“No.” Marcus shakes his head, his blue eyes steely. “But I suggest we keep on topic. Why don’t you ask me about the music on the new album?”
“Sure.” The man’s voice drops an octave. “About that. Avery wrote all the lyrics, didn’t she?”
Marcus nods, silky brown hair sliding forward brushing against a strong stubble shadowed jaw. “Yeah. Avery’s one of the best lyricists I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. We collaborate…”
“Yes.” Greg interrupts. “Speaking of pleasure and collaborating. I’ve just seen your female guitarist. She’s a real hot piece. Really talented, isn’t she? Convenient how she dropped into your lap, right when your career was stalling out.”
In one blindingly quick movement, Marcus leaps to his feet. His hands are clenched into fists. “This is bullshit!” He kicks his folding chair back and leans over Greg. Over six feet of muscled, pissed off alpha male. “You ever call my fiancée a piece again and I’ll shove that stupid effing t-shirt down your sleazy throat!”
After that explosion, Marcus stomps off. I notice that the guys from Tempest and the rest of the twenty or so members of the press have stopped to stare.
A pair of glittering light grey green eyes meet mine. “What’d you do to piss him off, beautiful?” he asks.
“It wasn’t me.” I gesture at Greg, who’s being escorted out by a large man in a leather jacket.
Mr. Grey Green Eyes stands and pulls back a chair for me. “I’m Bryan Jackson. Come sit with me and the guys…” He pauses. It takes me a minute to catch on that he’s waiting for me to introduce myself. My higher brain function’s gone totally haywire. My fingers twitch, itching to reach over and sweep the longish lock of light brown hair out of his eyes. But then I notice the rest of the package and my attention drifts lower…lean muscles and tat sleeves…oh, my…