Reviews For SHADOWSFORGE 2: TRIALS ON TOUR by Jena Galifany

Geoff Richards, the ever-cocky rock star, ignores the (death threat) warning and lives his life. If it's your time to go, it's your time to go, and he's going to have a damn good time on his way out. Valerie Leonard, journalist, wants proof that he can handle commitment, that she won't be just another notch in his belt. Laced with romance, suspense and a good dose of rock n' roll, Trials on Tour will keep you reading until the last page is done. And leaves you wanting more.
Reviewed By Marissa, Reviewer, Novelspot.net

TRIALS ON TOUR is a cleverly written account of a 1980’s type of rock band with all of the over-the-top behavior, egos, and licentiousness. If you have ever wondered what it would be like to be around such a famous group then this is a fun way to live the experience vicariously.
Lil - LoveRomancesand More.com

"Trials on Tour is the second chapter in the saga of ShadowsForge, an up and coming British band. This time it is the lead singer, Geoff Richards that is the main focus. Geoff is known for enjoying all the rewards of the being lead signer of a popular band. Valerie not only says no to him, but also sets up an almost impossible bet for Geoff to get a date. Valerie is not like any of the woman that Geoff usually wants to sleep with and his agreeing to the bet shocks him. I was amazed at the lengths Geoff goes through while trying to keep his part of the deal. The element of danger kept the plot interesting and intriguing. Once again all of the members of ShadowsForge appear in Trials on Tour and I was happy to see the day-to-day living that the band members have to go through to make it through this tour. By the end of Trials on Tour I was aware that all the answers were most likely going to be in the next book. Although it did appear that Geoff and Valerie would end up together. I personally will be grabbing the next book just to see if I was right or not on my theories. Trials on Tour can be read alone, but I would suggest reading the books in order.” Reviewed by Jo, Joyfully Reviewed

Sample Chapter For SHADOWSFORGE 2: TRIALS ON TOUR by Jena Galifany

Geoff Richards huffed as he flopped on the sofa. It was obvious Nigel Patton, road manager, was in a tizzy again. That usually meant more restraint on the band and Geoff hated restraint. He watched the small man sneak up on the door at the sound of a knock.

Geoff thought Lyla really should burn that horrid outfit Nigel seemed to be sewn into. Nigel always looked like he’d slept in his suit. Even after dry cleaning, the suit remained rumpled, much like Nigel’s personality. The short, bearded road manager allowed Gary Felding, head of the ShadowsForge security team, to enter. Nigel glanced down the hall both ways before he took great care in relocking the door of the suite where ShadowsForge held their morning meeting.

Geoff sat beside Ty Synclair, who pushed back his chest-length blond mane as he stretched his arms. Ty nudged Geoff. “You think Nigel’s more paranoid than usual?”

“Y’think?” Geoff took his attention from the manager long enough to light a cigarette. He blew a cloud of blue smoke toward Nigel and Gary, who stood before the group like the headmaster after a smoke bomb was detonated in the boys’ washroom.

Gary folded his muscular arms across his chest and leaned his thick torso against the door, his full attention on Nigel.

“Okay, lads.” Nigel looked from one member to the next, across two sofas littered with musicians. “First up, we need a new wardrobe lady so if you know anyone, let me know. That doesn’t mean last night’s leftovers that will do anything just to be near you forever. We need someone who knows what they’re doing with the costumes. Meanwhile, Richards, take it easy on those trousers. There’s nobody to sew them up for you right now. Lyla has gone home.”

Jordan Cantrell shrugged, and exchanged a glance with Brian Cummings. “That didn’t sound too important.” Brian nodded his agreement as they turned their attention back to the wiry manager.

“Second, I don’t know who brought this on. It doesn’t matter but we need to do something about it now.” The look on his face showed the band whatever he was talking about had him deeply concerned.

“Okay,” Geoff began, sarcasm in his voice. He raked his fingers through his brown waves. “It’s stopped. For the record, what did we stop doing this time?” The others snickered.

“This isn’t funny. It was probably you. You seem to attract this kind of trouble,” Nigel thundered at the lead singer and left the entire band silent at his outburst.

Geoff blew smoke rings casually toward the manager. “What are you talking about, Boss?”

Nigel shot back at Geoff, “I’m talking about the guy that wants your ass.”

“Well, that’s different.” Geoff smiled. There was a sparkle of mischief in his topaz eyes. “It’s usually the babes that want my ass. And other parts, too.”

Ty realized the seriousness of the situation and the unusual level of panic in Nigel’s dark eyes. He backhanded Geoff in the chest to get his attention. “I think he’s serious, G.R.” Then to Nigel, “Who wants whose ass? All of us or only one?”

“You figure it out.” Nigel pulled a crumpled envelope from his coat pocket. He unfolded the letter and read:

ShadowsForge—
This is a warning. I want to let you know that you’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long. I have had to put up with my lady gushing over you for the last four years now and I’ve had enough of it. It was bad enough before you came through my city but since you did, I’ve given a lot of thought to ending your career permanently. I wanted to give you a sporting chance by letting you know that your days are numbered.

Geoff rolled his eyes as he listened. He held up his hand, and shook his head. “Nigel, you’re getting all worked up over that? Guys have been jealous before and they will be again. No big deal. It’s not the first time we got something like that. What are you worried about?” Nigel glared at Geoff before he continued.

When my lady came home from your hotel, drugged up and well used, I decided that’s it. She won’t tell me which one of you she was with but it doesn’t matter. I’ll probably be doing the world a favor by terminating you all. Consider it my contribution to the morality of my country.
Be advised. I will get to you. If you are reading this letter, it will be no problem to get to you. Could be a bomb or a bullet, but you’ve been warned.

Only the sound of Nigel refolding the letter and shoving it into his pocket invaded the silence. He looked from one face to the next, and waited for the full impact to sink in.

Geoff cleared his throat. “Okay. So it’s never been so clearly defined before,” he conceded. “I do believe this guy is a bit upset.” He over-emphasized the last word.

“You got that impression?” Nigel smirked. “So, what do we do about it?” He turned to Gary.

Gary searched the floor with his eyes as if he read the answers there. “Well, first thing, no one goes out alone. No one leaves the floor without an escort. No one comes up.” A round of groans made him look up. “What? You want to invite trouble up here?”

“Not trouble,” Jon Wiles spoke up as he curled a strand of blond hair behind one ear, a habit he exhibited when he was concerned about something. “A bit of company, that’s all.”

“All right, say you bring up some company and she cuts your throat while you’re sleeping?” Gary put the question to him in a matter-of-fact tone. “The guy could have friends. Or knows some glory-hungry bitch who wants to do a Lennon on you to make a name for herself.”

Jon grinned. “If she cuts me, I’d have to say I gave her a bad performance before I went to sleep.” Jon and his band mates laughed, but their laughter ceased under the cold glare from Gary and Nigel.

Ty pushed himself up from the couch, and headed anxiously toward the door. “Alexis is down in the pub alone—waiting for me.”

Gary stopped him at the door. “We have some local constabulary down stairs. Plain clothes, watching out for things. They’re keeping an eye on Alexis, Ty. You can relax,” he added to reassure the blue-eyed bass player of his wife’s safety. Gary continued as Ty reluctantly returned to his seat. “But they can’t travel along with us. I might have to pick up some new muscle for the trip,” Gary concluded, and turned back to Nigel for approval.

“Get what you need, but screen them damn good. I don’t like bringing in new people with this going on. Get one for each of them.” Nigel paced to the window and pulled the drapes closed. “I’m canceling our flight plans, too. The Ethereal jet is grounded for a while. Order us up a few buses, Gary. I’d like to stay on the ground until this is over.”

“Right,” Gary agreed with a nod.

“Now wait a minute,” Geoff said. He crushed out his cigarette before he boosted himself over the back of the sofa. He opened the drapes before turning to face Nigel. “I refuse to live in the dark. We’re on the eighth floor. What do you think is going to happen up here?”

Nigel shrugged. “You never know.” He moved away from the plate glass window.

“Boss?” Ty asked. “What happened to Lyla? She get fed up having to stitch up G.R.’s pants every night?”

Nigel pulled the letter from his pocket again, and held it up. “She got fed up being blind folded and duct taped to a chair with this note stuffed down her blouse.”

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