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Blog Tour+Review: Born Into Trouble by Maria Lisa DeMora





Synopsis:

Benny Jones grew up fast, much faster than anyone in his family realized, in the backwoods sticks of Wyoming. Blessed with movie star good looks he didn’t lack for female attention, and his first girlfriend set the tone for his romantic life. Older, beautiful, rich, and generous, she wanted to have a pretty toy to play with, and a prettier boy on her arm. His worth became defined by her needs, which left him feeling empty and hollow. Ben found an escape from the sordidness of his world with music, and frequently lost himself in the sounds and rhythms he could create, trying to set aside the increasing feelings of worthlessness and betrayal. He knew eventually it would all catch up with him, and he was right. It did, the night he nearly died. Fortunately for Ben his older brother was there to save him. Again. Now, he’s attempting to navigate the world as a sober artist, digging in and holding onto his dreams by sheer determination alone when Lucia walks into his life. Sweet, beautiful, caring, and oh-so off limits Luce makes him think there are better things in store for him. There are problems, though. Not only doesn’t she fit the mold of his previous ladies, but her father is one of his brother’s best friends. No problem, right? Goodreads Link: http://bit.ly/26a5x8l 


Sex, drugs and rock & roll.  This is not your typical "rock band" read.  It's the spotlight of the lead character, lead singer and guitarist Benny Jones of Occupy Yourself.  Benny grew up a hard life with an alcoholic mother, a brother who was his idol and grandparents who he stole from when he was younger and even throughout his life.  

It all started at age fourteen.  Benny played football, lived with his grandparents, and his brother Andy.  Andy was always trying to be Benny's guardian angel.  Trying to make life easier for Benny.  But Andy left his hometown to make a better life for himself and Benny.  Benny was with a toxic girl, Benita.  She was a manipulative and aggressive. She got whatever she wanted. She had a black heart and didn't care for anyone except for herself.  

To help with the loss of his brother, he started to play guitar.  And he was good. So good, that he formed a band.  Things were good when Benita was away at college but she dropped out.  She became his tour manager.  Benita turned him onto alcohol and drugs. He basically turned back to being her "bitch".   

He eventually toured and traveled to where his brother was living in Fort Wayne.  He played for the first time in front of his brother. But at the same time, drugs and alcohol won and almost died. His brother took charge to help Benny to beat the addiction.  

With ups and lows, Benny found his way back to live. Under the same roof with Andy. He found music again as well a love.  A true love with Lucia. They were meant to be together.  But as an addict, "ain't how many times you fall, it's how many times you get back up".  Being with Lucia, was his promise and his true love.

Please be advised that Born Into a Trouble contains drugs, alcohol and sexual abuse.

3.5 Book Corner Stars


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From Chapter Nine: “What the fuck ever, bro, just come listen.” Ben laughed, the sound rough and jangling in his own head, his anxiety ratcheting up a dozen notches. A fucking drink would smooth those edges. He shook the thought off, again trying to push down the need. Striding to the stage, he was mollified to see Blake on the stool at his kit, scowling but clearly ready to go. Danny and Dmitri were in their spots, angling towards the front on the small stage. In his head, Benny ran through the show changes they’d put into place during sound check. This venue didn’t lend itself to some of the larger movements, so he would have to dial it back, be more controlled. Mentally he reminded himself of the set list, unchanged for the past dozen shows. Tomorrow they’d have a different lineup, but this was the first time in weeks they’d booked into the same venue on back-to-back nights. Glancing down, he read Benita’s neatly written list taped to the stage near his microphone stand, and after checking with the guys, grabbed ahold of the stand and whirled in place, greeting the crowd with a shouted, “How the fuck are ya, Fort Wayne?” Listening with half an ear to the screamed responses, he leaned over to pick up his water bottle. In his head, he saw Andy’s face again, questioning why anyone would want to listen to him sing. Fuck it. On the fly, he changed trajectories, grabbing the glass of unwatered whiskey Benita had set out for him during sound check. Already half empty, he drank down a slug, once more thinking of the stash in the van and how easy it would be to pry open one of the packages. Just a little bit, he thought, then slugged another drink of whiskey back instead. Only a taste. “I said, how the fuck you doin’, Fort Wayne?” Louder than before, the roaring response came, and he grinned at Danny. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Dipping to a conversational tone, he said, “My first time here at Marie’s, but I’m looking forward to our time with you fine folks.” Shifting back to a roar, he leaned backwards, face lifted to the ceiling, microphone to his lips, shouting his question, “Are you ready for some rock and roll?” With that, they were off, and the first half of the set went by quickly, every man on the stage in sync and rolling, playing like they hadn’t done for a long time. Shoulda threatened to can Blake a long time ago, he thought, waiting for the next intro to play him in. Looking down, he saw his whisky glass was empty, so he grabbed the still-full bottle of water, downing more than half of it in one go. Lifting the tail of his shirt to wipe his face, a gaggle of girls at the front of the stage glanced up, giggling and grinning, and he smiled back, pushing his rock star grin as he launched into the next song. There was one, a pretty Hispanic chick, who smiled at him and he held her gaze, singing to her as if they were alone in the greenroom. A private show. He watched as a dark blush crawled up her cheeks, but she kept the connection, her brown eyes bright as she sang along. Beautiful. A scowling leather-clad guy came from behind and latched onto her arm. Benny stumbled into the next verse, watching as she followed the guy old enough to be her father to the back of the bar. Just my luck. Lifting his gaze, he caught Benita’s attention across the crowd and raised his empty glass, waiting until he received a nod in response. Setting it down, he continued on with that song, then the next, and the next, earning two more glasses from Benita. At least, she loves me, he hazily thought as she was bringing him another drink. Anger filled him when Danny met her at the edge of the stage and sent her away with it. “The fuck?” Benny questioned Danny as he walked past, fingers working hard on the thick strings of his bass. Danny leaned in, mouth close and yelling over the music he continued to play, “You’re drunk, asshole.” “Fuck you,” Benny said, turning to face the audience again. Three more songs, he thought, and we’ll have a chat about his motherfuckin’ motherin’ techniques. Mouth to the microphone, he shouted, “What’s a man gotta do to get a drink in this place?” As he knew would happen, a dozen hands lifted half-full glasses of beer or liquor towards the stage. Grabbing the fullest container within reach, he slammed it back, four forced swallows later he was handing the empty glass back to the owner with a grin. “Thanks, man. Vodka’s my favorite. Wets my whistle. Y’all ready to go?” The crowd roared and laughed, and Benny took a step backwards, that step turning into two before he caught himself. “Let’s fuckin’ go!” A bit more patter for the crowd and he turned to Blake, mouthing, “One more time.” With a nod, Blake counted them down, and they started their final songs of the evening. 13254293_1745412952410476_1727035557742063081_n

About the Author

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.” A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a publishing company for a couple decades. Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live music. My favorite thing with music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila, then that’s a plus!”
 
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From Chapter Thirteen: “Why did I have to wear old clothes?” Luce was laughing up at him, trying to match his running strides, his hand clasped around hers pulling her along with him. They were racing through the big park near Andy’s apartment, Luce having come over when he called with a wild idea, luring her in with a promise of fun. He had two things with him, both important to this plan. “Because I said so,” he yelled back at her, smiling to see the wide grin on her face in response, her head shaking in dismissal at his silliness. “Hurry.” They were nearly there, and he took the four steps down to the splash pad in a single jump, feeling her flying through the air beside him. “Here.” Quickly he positioned her, shushing her questions as he assumed his own place nearby, their heads nearly touching, shoulders side-by-side, feet pointed in different directions. “Wait for it.” He urged patience, even as he wanted to go faster and faster. They’d spent a lot of time together over these past weeks. As often as he saw her, it was never enough for Benny, and he hoped he hid it from Luce, but more from Bear. Never enough. It could take a lifetime to explore every nuance of joy on her face. “Wait for it.” A nearby clock pinged, and he took a breath, then on the exhale, whispered, “Now.” A clicking rumbled under their backs and then the air was filled with water. Arching over their heads, crossing their bodies. Big fat droplets were cascading down onto her face and, eyes closed, chin tipping to the sky, she lay drinking in the sensation. With a flick of his wrist, he opened one object in his hand, settling the umbrella over their faces. Water tumbled down the sides and created a curtain separating them from the world. Phone in hand, he quickly shot picture after picture of her laughing face in close-up. Right there, so close he could touch, could kiss were he brave enough. Since the unfortunate beginning of their friendship, tied up in her brother’s pain and his failure, they’d spent part of nearly every day together. Most often just being quiet, she soothed him and brought a deep peace with her, so that sitting beside her on the couch became moments free from the bite. When they were out, they talked, chattered at each other, and probed the edges of the attraction they both felt. Soft touches, glances weighted with meaning neither were ready to act on yet, but every moment with her built something inside him. Something good and right. In those times, Benny often found himself surging forwards, then reining himself in, pulling back, because she mattered. Mattered to him, and to his brother, because of who her dad was. He wanted her, felt her confusion when he edged them back from the line that would change things. Turning to face him, she reclined on her side, pillowing her head on one arm. Slow blinks of her gorgeous browns. Spellbound within the illusion of privacy created by the water raining down. “Perfect.” That was all she said and all he needed. Relaxing, he let his head fall to the metal and cement underneath them, hand clutching the phone that would carry his memories of this moment. Another reason he could use to not fail. My Lucia. Eyes closed, he listened to the sound of her breathing over the splashing water, the echoing space under the umbrella making it seem as if she’d moved closer. Then he felt the heat from her on the side of his face, the sensation freezing him in place. “Thank you, Benny,” her whisper hit his skin like a brand, followed by her lips pressing to his cheek, burning the moment deeper into his memory. Indelibly marked. Forever. Without conscious thought, he lifted the phone and blindly pointed it at their heads where they lay curled around the other like a yin-yang symbol. “Anytime, honey.” Her lips touched his cheek again, and he breathed in air she was making richer simply by being there. Repeating himself softly, he whispered a promise. “Anytime.” 13254293_1745412952410476_1727035557742063081_n

About the Author

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.” A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a publishing company for a couple decades. Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live music. My favorite thing with music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila, then that’s a plus!”
 
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