Now he’s offering her the professional opportunity of a lifetime, a job as the official photographer for the Renegade Saints’ farewell tour. Assuring herself that her teenage attraction to Flynn was just a puppy love thing of the past, Tessa takes the job.
But the explosive chemistry between them is immediate and powerful. Knowing the rock star life, though, Tessa is hesitant to explore their connection. Flynn has no intention of giving up, and intends to prove to her that they are meant to be together.
Can Flynn convince Tessa that their attraction to each other is the real thing?
Guys, I am on the WORST book streak that I’ve EVER been on right now. I can’t seem to pick a good book to save my life. Most of what I’ve read lately has been even too “meh” to review. But this one? Imma rant a bit, so hang with me, OK?
First of all, I’m really picky about my rock star romances. I get super tired of hearing about how many groupies rock stars have banged. I understand that’s one of the main perks of being a rock star, but I don’t want to read about it. It makes me see the hero as a walking STD, and I don’t like that trait in my romance heroes. But this book seemed well-written enough (based on the blurb and sample), and the author is a USA Today bestseller, so I thought, what the hell. I’ll give it a go.
I shouldn’t have tried to step out of my anti-rock star comfort zone.
This one had so many issues for me that I can’t even put them all in paragraph form. I’m just going to list them all out:
“I very seriously wondered if there was any scenario available that would make throwing her over my shoulder caveman style and running off with her to the closest bed for the next seven to ten days acceptable. Decorum prevailed and I reached my hand out to clasp hers. With that first touch I. Was. DONE. Ring the bell, sound the alarm, turn off the lights and lock the doors. Done.”
To which I would say, whoa, Criminal Minds, calm the eff down. I don’t want to end up as part of the woman suit you’re stitching together in your basement.
"I want to join myself to you."
(Note: If anyone ever said this to me, I’d snicker, then say, um, no.)
"She covets you. Quietly and with dignity."
(Note: Can you think of any young, American rock stars who would be caught dead saying crap like this? No, I couldn’t either.)
And that’s to say nothing of all the typos. I’m not a grammar Nazi, so I don’t normally even comment on stuff like that, but it was so egregious here that even I was highlighting errors. It became a game after a while. Finding the errors was way more fun than reading the story. How sad is that?
Long-story-short: No. Just...no. Read at your own risk and don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Does this book contribute to or help crush the romance stigma?
Contributes on EVERY FRONT. This is the Charlie Sheen of books. No amount of rehab can save it.
Other reading suggestions
My list of beloved rock star romances is kinda on the short side, but for what I consider to be AWESOME rock star love stories, try the Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott, and Beat by Vi Keeland.