Hard body of a man
Sings like an angel
Fucks like the devil
I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.
At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.
Flynn Beckham was the opening act.
Dylan Ryder was the headliner.
What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?
I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.
I totally, absolutely, completely LOVED IT!!!
Once again, Vi Keeland has written a truly stellar contemporary romance. The story progressed smoothly, and I found myself reading the entire thing is two sittings…all 272 wonderful pages.
I really liked the entire cast of characters in the story. Flynn was perfect; a gentleman, a badass, playful, attentive, kind. Lucky was, I think, very realistic, and made choices that I’m sure many people would make if put in the same situation (no spoilers here!). Even the minor characters were endearing in their own quirky ways, and I would love to read a book about each one of them. Heck, I even found myself liking the villain! Well, partially.
And talk about HOT!!! The words coming out of Flynn’s mouth and the love scenes were absolutely SCORCHING!
All in all, this was a very well done story about obtaining true love, and I will absolutely be reading it again!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
Once again, Vi Keeland has written a truly stellar contemporary romance. The story progressed smoothly, and I found myself reading the entire thing is two sittings…all 272 wonderful pages.
I really liked the entire cast of characters in the story. Flynn was perfect; a gentleman, a badass, playful, attentive, kind. Lucky was, I think, very realistic, and made choices that I’m sure many people would make if put in the same situation (no spoilers here!). Even the minor characters were endearing in their own quirky ways, and I would love to read a book about each one of them. Heck, I even found myself liking the villain! Well, partially.
And talk about HOT!!! The words coming out of Flynn’s mouth and the love scenes were absolutely SCORCHING!
All in all, this was a very well done story about obtaining true love, and I will absolutely be reading it again!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard. The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips. I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time. I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.
“So. Give it to me straight. What am I doing wrong?”
Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit. “Could you do it again? Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your body. Sometimes that can give me a different view.” At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.
He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords. Your alignment is perfect.”
“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”
“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect. Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”
“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”
“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”
Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.
“The guitar. I’d need to see you holding the guitar.”
“That’s a shame.” He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face. “But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”
“How big of you.”
“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”
I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.
“So. Give it to me straight. What am I doing wrong?”
Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit. “Could you do it again? Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your body. Sometimes that can give me a different view.” At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.
He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords. Your alignment is perfect.”
“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”
“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect. Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”
“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”
“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”
Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.
“The guitar. I’d need to see you holding the guitar.”
“That’s a shame.” He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face. “But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”
“How big of you.”
“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”
I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
A few Fun Facts about Vi Keeland
• A boy with platinum blond hair and light green eyes pushed me off my bicycle when I was eight, I have a small scar on my left knee to prove it. I married him anyway.
• I’m short, my license states 5’1…but that’s stretching the truth. I wear heels and have big boobs and a matching big mouth, so most people don’t notice.
• I wasn’t a good student in high school. My worst subject…Science. Absolutely hated it. I married a Science teacher.
• My favorite thing in the world to do is sit on a quiet beach with a glass of wine, the sun hitting my face, toes buried in the sand, and read.
• I’ve had the same best friend for thirty years. She comes over on release day at 11am and we drink Bloody Marys.
• I love to travel. Favorite vacation spot ever…Santorini, Greece.
• I’m short, my license states 5’1…but that’s stretching the truth. I wear heels and have big boobs and a matching big mouth, so most people don’t notice.
• I wasn’t a good student in high school. My worst subject…Science. Absolutely hated it. I married a Science teacher.
• My favorite thing in the world to do is sit on a quiet beach with a glass of wine, the sun hitting my face, toes buried in the sand, and read.
• I’ve had the same best friend for thirty years. She comes over on release day at 11am and we drink Bloody Marys.
• I love to travel. Favorite vacation spot ever…Santorini, Greece.
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