#NerdGirlExclusive with Lindy S. Hudis!




Lindy S. Hudis is an author of erotic fiction, with two new releases from Hot Ink Press: “The Guitarist” and “Damien’s Diary” (Co-written by KILLCODE bassist Erric Bonesmith). They are both are romantic, Rock& Roll erotica. If you are a fan of tantalizing tales guaranteed to excite you, please read on. All titles available on Amazon! Please find me on Facebook!


     Diego Ortega was a guitarist in a famous rock band. In fact, he was a Guitar God. With

commanding, powerful fingers, his lightning fast riffs would shoot up and down the fret board

with wild and reckless abandon. He was quite literally a monster when he was performing

onstage. Everywhere he went he was swarmed by adoring fans and horny, sex-crazed groupies.

     Everybody wanted a piece of Diego. Not only was he a brilliant guitarist, he was tall, gorgeous,

impossibly sexy and had a mane of flowing black hair that reached all the way down his back.

His mere presence commanded respect, awe and admiration from everybody. He was a rock star,

a rock god, a golden rock god—through and through.

     Diego only played custom made Fender Stratocasters because he demanded perfection from

his musical instruments, as he did of himself, and a rock god would accept nothing less. The

Strat’s legendary, melodic sound, and shiny, smooth curves, with sleekly comfortable forearms,

made Diego feel as if he were one with the instrument.

     The contoured belly cut and the double cutaway soundboard made him feel relaxed and

confident as he ran his fingers up and down the smooth maple neck. In fact, his guitars often

reminded Diego of women because making love to a woman and playing the guitar were eerily

similar to him. He could make his Strat sparkle, soar and scream with his strong fingertips as he

created a powerful, gargantuan sound, and he could make women scream when he touched them,


     At this time, Diego was preparing for a world tour with his renowned hard rock band,

Medieval Steel. They were a distinctive heavy metal band—loud, passionate, and tough. The

band members were always clad in intimidating, iron knight attire and adorned with jewelry

characteristic of the European Middle Ages. Diego would always wear a prominent, enormous

gold cross around his neck that hung squarely in the middle of his massive chest.

     As the tour began, Diego opened his eyes and stared from his bunk out the window of the

tour bus. This was the first leg of the world tour. He had a love/hate relationship with touring. On

one hand, the travel, visiting new places and meeting interesting people, thrilled him. On the

other, the constant pressure and loneliness of being on the road depressed him as well.

     He gazed sleepily at the vastness of the open road, the trees whizzing by, the cold grey

pavement, and the lazy illumination of the afternoon sun. He was not sure where they were, as he

often seemed to forget where he was on long tours. He grunted, turned over, and tossed his arm

around the gorgeous redhead who’d shared his bunk for the night.

     He had no idea what her name was, she had just happened to appear backstage after the

concert the night before. She had been clad in a well-filled push-up bra, micro-mini skirt, strappy

black high heels, and little else. She’d gone into specific detail about what she would do to him if

she were allowed on the tour bus, and she’d generously fulfilled her promise.

     However, at this point, Diego wanted her to go. He needed some time alone to collect his

thoughts and to play his guitar. Playing his guitar seemed to always bring him back down to

Earth. The musical instrument seemed to calm him, and at that moment, he wanted the girl to go,

so he could steady his mind.

    “Hey . . .” Diego gently shook her, but she didn’t stir. “Hey!” He shook her again.

She opened her eyes and stared seductively at him. “Hmm . . .” She rolled over and hugged

him tightly. “What time is it?”

      “Dunno, but we have to stop soon. I’m afraid I have to let you off.” He broke the news as

politely as he could. He didn’t mind the groupies, and he didn’t want to seem like a jerk, but after

the party was over, they seemed to overstay their welcome. After a certain point, he just wanted

them to go away.

    “No . . . you can’t let me go. I love you, Diego.” She licked her lips and held him close.

She stank of cheap perfume, morning breath, and unwashed crotch. Diego was beginning to

get irritated and disgusted. He reached down under the covers and yanked on his jeans.

“Time for you to go, hun.” He squirmed over her, drew back the curtain of the little bunk,

and made his way to the tiny bathroom in the back of the tour bus. He heard her crying and

calling after him. He just wanted to be alone.

    Fucking groupies was cheap and old, and he got a feeling of slight repulsion after the act

was done. The world was his sexual oyster, and many guys would be envious of his position. It

got boring after a while. Fucking was boring. He wanted to make love.

     He splashed cold water on his face and brushed his teeth. As he stared at himself in the

mirror, he wondered why he was so blessed with the dream. A Rock Star—the envy of

everybody—and he got to live that life. Sometimes, however, it was not all glamour and fun.

“Diego! Diego . . . what are you doing in there? Let’s fuck again!”

     The muffled voice and pounding on the door jolted him back to reality.

“Just a minute.” He called. Damn, this is the part about groupies I hated the most. The next

day, they all seemed to expect a marriage proposal or something. The worst of the lot followed,

stalked, and made a general nuisance of themselves. The nastiest sent death threats, punishing

the Great Guitar God for not falling in love with them.

He felt the bus start to slow down as he exited the bathroom. He came face to face with the

redhead. In the morning sunlight, she was not nearly as sexy and alluring as she had been at

previous night’s concert. Her make-up was smeared, her stockings tattered, and her desperate

expression repulsed Diego. He wanted her to leave—immediately.

“Diego, I love you! I love you!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him with her

putrid mouth.

     At that moment, Clyde, his faithful roadie and close friend, appeared. Diego motioned for

him to assess the situation, as he had millions of times before.

Author Biography


Lindy S. Hudis is a graduate of New York University, where she studied drama at Tisch School of the Arts. She is the author of several titles, including her romance suspense novel, Weekends, her “Hollywood” story City of Toys, and her crime novel, Crashers. She is also the author of an erotic short story series, “The S&M Club” and “The Mile High Club”. Her short film “The Lesson” was screened at the Seattle Underground Film Festival and Cine-Nights in 2000. She is also an actress, having appeared in the television daytime drama “Sunset Beach”. She and her husband, Hollywood stuntman Stephen Hudis, have formed their own production company called Impact Motion Pictures, and have several projects and screenplays in development. She lives in California with her husband and two children.

Author QandA

Q. Where are you from?  Does the area you live in influence you writing?

I live in Los Angeles, California and I get inspiration from all of the Drama that city provides. Lots of artistic types around. I studied acting and writing at New York University, so I tend to have a connecting with other people who moved her from NYC.

Q. Tell us your latest news??

Well, I have three new titles, all of them inspired by my former days as a rock and roll “groupie”. Two of them are new releases and one, “Backstage Pass” will be released early this year.

Q. When and why did you begin writing? What inspired you to write your first book?

I was a huge fan of Judy Blume books as a teenager and then a huge fan of Jackie Collins as an adult. I always had fantasies about being a writer. I would literally get lost in the books’ world. So then one day I thought, “maybe I can do this too”. So, when I was pregnant with my daughter, and had plenty of time of my hands, I just sat down at the computer and wrote my romance-suspense, “Weekends”.

Q. What book(s) / author(s) have influenced your life and writing?

Judy Blume, Jackie Collins, Stephen King (even though I don’t write horror, I find him brilliant and prolific).

Q. Tell us about your characters and how they came to be?  Have they been in your head for a long time?

The character of Diego Ortega, The Guitarist, is my fantasy man. He is a sexy, “guitar god” is a famous rock band. I came of age in the 80’s, when everybody love and worshipped guitar gods ( Randy Rhoads, Jake E. Lee, Nuno Bettencourt, Neal Schon of Journey). They were the most interesting men to me. So, I was inspired to write my erotic novella about one!

Q. What motivates you to write?

Knowing that I have a story inside of me that is bursting to get out and have its voice heard!

Q. What is the hardest part of writing?

Writer’s block, I hate it! Sometimes my creative juices simply don’t flow! I just have to keep pressing on!


Q. Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I learned very quickly about the business of writing: editing, deadlines, reviews and promoting. You have to be in two different mind-frames: the sensitive artist and writer, and the businesswoman with the hide of a rhinoceros, especially when you get a so-so review!

Q. Where do you get your ideas?

I don’t really get them, I have to let them come to me. I have realized when I chase something that it never happens. My ideas seem to have a life of their own and I have to let them just pop into my head.

Q. What does your family think of your writing?

They are all very supportive. My husband is an aspiring screenwriter and both of my kids want to write children’s books. I think I have motivated them to get their creative juices flowing!

Q. What is the best advice you would give to inspiring authors?

Never give up! There is a place for every story out there!

Q. What book(s) are you reading now?

“Too Many Dragons” by Cameron M. Hudis. My eight year old has written a children’s book and he wants mom to edit it!

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