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Book Blast and Giveaway: A Blue Tale by Sarah Dosher

Friday, April 18, 2014

Today is the 4th day of the book blast of A Blue Tale, a contemporary new adult romance by Sarah Dosher. The book, author info and an excerpt can be found in this post. You can enter the giveaway of GCs and ebooks via rafflecopter widget below!


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18739442-a-blue-taleA Blue Tale
Sarah Dosher

Rock legend’s daughter…
Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize herdad. Her heart’s been broken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive.

The musician with a dark past…
Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that saved him from a path of destruction. His life revolves around music; it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness.

Hearts beat to the same rhythm…
Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move forward? No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be softened by love – music is easy; life is hard.

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An Excerpt from A Blue Tale:

A dim light from the back of the stage slowly arced across the venue, stopping and illuminating someone sitting on a bar stool with a black hoodie pulled over his head. Now backlit, the figure became a dark and menacing presence. A microphone stood in front of him, waiting to be used,while a large guitar rested on his leg. Willow pulled on my arm and moved closer.

“That’s Deacon.” She said softly into my ear. “This is their end of the show tradition - same song at the end of every show.”


The sound of his knuckles cracking filtered through the stillness as a bright spotlight illuminated the front of his guitar. I gasped. It was my guitar; my dad’s guitar. I knew every single inch of my dad’s guitar and this was identical, even down to the bright blue details. I felt my heart fall to the floor, shattering into a million jagged pieces. He was another one, another guitar player obsessed with my dad. I found them everywhere, or more accurately, they found me. I think some of them had a tracking device attached to my ass with how quickly they could locate me. I’d spent my life fighting off Kirk Savage wannabes. Which never made sense to me—I’m his daughter, so their path to becoming my “Rock God” dad should not include them vying to be in my pants.

I heard Deacon slowly inhale then let out a long, steady stream of air. Not a nervous gesture, but a prayer for strength. He lightly strummed his guitar and the sound invaded my senses. He played a slow, light melody that had tears burning my eyes.

His fingers moved over the smooth strings, creating one of the most genuine sounds I’d ever heard—every movement of his hand giving voice to the desires of his heart. I’d been around enough musicians to know that was the only way a mere human could compose such a melody, and in that moment, our hearts were beating to the same rhythm. 

His voice rang through the calm bar and every eye was turned, hanging on his every word. His voice was light and rough, his words ran together, just barely clear enough to understand.

Take her now; you need her more than I
She hasn’t ever truly been mine
Strike your claim; it’s been too long
I’ve been fighting, but you’ve won
There’s no way, don’t hide your eyes
Unused, unwanted, unclaimed

Some of my earliest memories were of me, sitting cross legged in the middle of my dad’s studio, intently watching the faces of musicians as they poured their heart and soul into their gift. My dad used to say, if the fans didn’t feel like they’d lived an entire lifetime in his shoes after he performed, then he needed to find another job. “Maybe an accountant,” he’d joke, “they don’t need emotions.”

Music has always been the driving force in my life. It soothed my fears when I was overcome, and guided the way when I was lost.  I looked to music like a religious man looks to his God – and it had yet to let me down. If Deacon’s face wasn’t covered by the darkness, I knew I would see every emotion evoked by his words. Music was easy, life was hard. Each haunting syllable he uttered crawled deep into my soul.

“Holy shit, are you crying?” Willow shrieked from beside me, and then laughed.

I touched my cheeks and felt wetness; I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I wiped it away before turning to look at her.

“No, I wasn’t crying. Are you crazy?”

“Bullshit Elizabeth, you were freaking cryin’ and don’t try to deny it.” She pointed her finger in my face and shook her head at me.

“Whatever, c’mon.” I said, looping our arms together and heading toward backstage. “Do you, or do you not, want to meet Duke?”

“Damn right I’m gonna meet him; gotta meet him before I can make him put a ring on it.” She said with a laugh. 
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About the Author:

Sarah Dosher was born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to start her writing journey.


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