COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE PLAYLIST
By Misty Dietz
Music is—and has always been—a universal language. Even if we don’t understand the words, we intuitively understand its mood—what it’s trying to communicate via its unique combination of notes, rhythms, and beats. Because of this, I spend a lot of time planning my playlist for a story. The songs have to fit the characters and the situations they face.
Here’s the music for COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE, and my rational behind these choices:
“How’s it gonna be” – this is the kind of tune Zack listens to…gritty, somewhat-folksy, thoughtful music. Because when he does listen, he wants the music to have meaning beyond the sounds—he listens to the words. A line in the song – “I wanna taste the salt of your skin” – that’s something that would resonate with Zack. He’s a very tactile man. *shiver* J
“Scream” by Michael Jackson perfectly encapsulates the inner psychological static Sloane is trying to outrun through a lot of the book. She’s viewed her gift as a curse for so long because it’s brought her nothing but grief, pain, and ostracism. So when Zack pressures her to help him, she freaks out…but holds her crazy inside. Until she can’t anymore. This is a fabulous “f*ck off, I’ve had enough” song.
I used “Grenade” by Bruno Mars when I was feeling Zack’s angst over a past destructive relationship. Anyone’s who’s been thrown under a bus by someone you once trusted can appreciate this song.
“Lonely no more” by Rob Thomas is an oh-so-sexy tune! I used this song in that in-between place when Zack and Sloane were magnetized by each other, but still mightily denying that attraction.
Not only does the video for “Like I love you” by Justin Timberlake make me totally think of Zack’s earlier life on the streets, but a lot of the lyrics ring true for how he feels for Sloane (“You’re a good girl, and that’s what makes me trust ya. Late at night I talk to you…”), and how good he is at reading people’s body language (“if you smile, then that should set the tone…”). He’s a very edgy, sensory man.
“One Step Closer” by Linkin Park was my go-to song for Sloane’s scary visions and her up-close-and-personal with the villain. A song that makes me break out in goose bumps even as it makes me want to bang my head on the wall in time with the beat.
“Diary” by Alicia Keys was on endless repeat on my speakers when Zack and Sloane made love throughout the book. Both of them have trouble with trust because of past betrayals and fear of exposure, so the idea of being able to share secrets with each other—to become one another’s living diary—is at once terrifying and exhilarating. Which is exactly the way incredible sex can be. J
“Stranger in Moscow” by Michael Jackson hits me square in the gut every time I hear it. It’s a chilling, desperately lonely song that I used to channel Zack’s flashback of his horrific childhood when he’s in the tunnel. I get choked up just thinking about it.
“Right Here” by Brandy and “Hold My Hand” by Michael Jackson and Akon are songs I listened to a lot as I wrote the final chapter. Each of these song selections say things we all want to hear: a bone deep feeling of peace that someone will stand beside us—love us—no matter what challenges we face in life.
So there you have it! Big thanks to Jen for having me on Romancing the Book today! Now I want to know, what is one of your favorite songs and why?
Torn between dangerous desires…
Framed for a series of brutal murders, rebel-turned-CEO Zack Goldman must go to ground. When he discovers that sexy boutique owner Sloane Swift has a shocking gift—terrifying visions that connect her to his mentor’s missing daughter—he can’t believe her refusal to help him. Nor can he believe he’s actually falling for the frustrating woman.
Their chemistry will either find its perfect equation…
Helping an accused killer ranks low on Sloane’s to-do list, no matter how hot the attraction burns between them. But putting to rest her overwhelming guilt over the missing woman’s fate proves more difficult than she ever imagined…that is, until her heart and conscience begin to align.
…or detonate everything in its path.
As the real killer locks in on Sloane, Zack will stop at nothing to keep her safe. And as they earn each other’s trust—with danger in hot pursuit—they may just lose their hearts in the process…
Here’s a short excerpt to whet your appetite:
A quaver steamrolled through her nerves—excitement, wonder, and fear winding her up into a miasma of feeling. He backed up a step, his eyes a brand, scorching their way from her teeth worrying her lips, to the tips of her breasts, across the stubbornly rounded expanse of her stomach and curve of her hips to her sex, over the length of her legs, and back up again until his fevered eyes captured hers and turned her insides to magma.
“God, help me, Sloane. I need you. Every beautiful square inch of you.”
She could feel his need radiating off his body in waves that threatened to knock her to her knees. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. The intensity of the feelings coursing through her rooted her to the soft rug beneath her feet. She shivered when he finally peeled the shirt over his head.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered, frowning, not touching her but near enough that she could feel his body heat.
“Nothing. I…” She closed her eyes and rubbed her arms, trying to find her old, confident self. When she opened them, she was staring at the black panther tattooed across his chest. It was so alive, seeming to move with every breath he took. She reached up to touch it and felt his muscles twitch. Her heart throbbed. So much emotion.
“I need you, too.” Her words were barely audible. She didn’t move. Hesitating, he watched her for a few moments—enough time for her to realize he understood what was happening.
It was her first. A this is who and what I am when all the chips were down. A glimpse into her soul. An offering with no expectation of reciprocation. She quavered like a mouse before the lion, knowing she’d never be quite the same when Zack left her arms this time.
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Misty’s love affair with words started in middle school when she penned dark stories set in exotic locales she knew nothing about. In college, her boy-angst spilled over into disturbing reams of poetry. After grad school, real life hit, and the writing went into hibernation until she found her own happily-ever-after with an ultra linear man who is the long-suffering counter-balance to her zig-zagging tendencies. Now, she spends her days writing emotionally complex, adrenaline-fueled stories, teaching Zumba, enjoying her family and friends, and praying her children don’t come home with math homework. You may contact Misty through her website, Facebook, or Twitter.
At the end of this second phase of my blog tour we’ll be drawing the name for the prize winner. When I contact the winner, I’ll explain the type of character he or she will be naming. Thank you so much for being here! xo, misty 😉