It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…
I had two things in life that mattered. My mother and my music.
Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs. I’m finally making my way, making my mark. I can’t afford to fall for one of music’s brightest stars. Not now. Music is all I have left, and I’m holding on tight with both hands. I won’t let go, not even for Rhyson Gray.
I had one thing in my life that mattered – music. The only constant, it’s taken me to heights most people only dream about; a gift dropped in my lap at birth. I thought it was enough. I thought it was everything until I met Kai. Now she’s all I think about, like a song I can’t get out of my head. If I have to chase her, if I have to give up everything – I will. And once she’s mine, I won’t let go.
I LOVED it !!!
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS BOOK !!!
I am an absolute sucker for a rockstar book and of course, that’s what put this book on my radar. But this book ended up being like the anti-rockstar rockstar book and I think that made me love it even more. It was unlike any rocker book I’ve read which made it soar so far above the majority of books I come across. I adored this entire book…..EXCEPT the fact that it’s a serial and while it ended with a resolution of sorts (not a total cliffy) there is so much more to this story and I NEED MORE. The wait is going to be excruciating, painful even. Uggg….
But here’s what made it SPECTACULAR
I absolutely adored the characters in this book. Rhyson was everything you could possibly want him to be….and then he was 3 times better than that. He was just absolute perfection, and just when I thought he might screw that up….he chose not to. OMG I loved (love) him. Kai is one of my favorite female leads in a VERY long time. She is one strong, independent, amazing woman. She works her butt off and is determined to make it on her own, without being dependent on anyone. She’s not perfect, she makes mistakes, but she is so inspiring. And then there are all of the other characters…San, Grady, Bris….all well rounded, engaging, and perfectly placed in the story. Even the characters you need to hate are spectacular in their dis-likability.
I love LOVE LOVED this story, this romance, this journey for both Rhys and Kai. It is everything you want a great romance to be…and then it’s better than that. It feels TRUE, it feels believable, it feels authentic. Nothing is forced or artificial, every step of the journey for these two characters will draw you in, make you feel, make you want and need and ache for them. Even sitting here writing this review two days later I can still FEEL this book….did I mention I loved this book. And the other thing I loved…this story just doesn’t conform. It doesn’t take you through the usual hoops you’ve come to expect, predict even. Instead it takes you on a completely new ride. YAY
The writing is absolutely gorgeous. Having never read a Kennedy Ryan book before I had no idea what to expect, but this woman was born to write. I read a ton of books, I read a lot of good books, I even read quite a few great books. BUT eloquence is hard to find and I crave it. This book was beautifully eloquent like the very best song lyrics, you could tell every word was thoughtfully crafted. This book actually took me longer to read because I kept going back to re-read paragraphs, not because I didn’t understand, but because I wanted to savor the words on the page. This is the kind of writing that makes you go search out everything this author has ever written….yep it was that good.+
March is too freaking far away….I need more now.
I shouldn’t have come. All the things I felt and fought, the things I suspected he felt too, he just spewed all over me. And as much as I want to be, I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ll never forget seeing my Mama in bed for days after Daddy left. And even though she got up, I suspect a part of her never left that bed, but just stayed there, waiting. We had to leave the house where she grew up and where I spent my first years, because Daddy left us with nowhere to go. Mama learned to stand on her two feet, and I’ve done the same. I just didn’t count on Rhyson sweeping me off of them.
“We’re obviously on different pages about this.” I pull my hands free and turn to leave, but he steps in front of me, blocking my grand exit. “Let’s talk later.”
The heat of his body grabs me before his hands do. He traps my chin between two fingers, taking my mouth in a paradox of rough and tender. I want to move. To slide away from his body pressing me into the pool table. But I can’t. Not with his hand caressing my back. Not with his tongue in my mouth. Not with his erection pressing into my stomach. I can’t. I won’t. I have been denying myself this, and I’m so damn hungry. My mouth opens under his, ravenous and wet and hot. His groan vibrates against my lips.
“Yes. Good God, yes, Pep.” His words slip down my throat.
I strain up on tiptoes, clawing my fingers into his dark hair, forcing him closer. He lifts me onto the pool table, planting himself between my knees. His fingers skim my bare thigh, working up my leg until he reaches a damp patch of silk. He pushes my panties aside, rubbing his hand into the wet flesh there before sliding one long finger and then another inside of me. I rock into these fingers which have awed millions with their skill. They own me. I’m the instrument in his hands. He’s playing me. Plucking at me. Strumming me.
He tugs at the wide neck of my sweater until it falls away from my shoulder, slipping his hand in and cupping my naked breast. He brushes his fingers over my nipple, and I lose my mind and every inhibition. My head flops back and I stretch my legs wider, offering him anything he wants.
“Are you kidding me?” His question burns the vulnerable curve of my neck as he drags his lips to my shoulder. “You come here wearing no bra and think I won’t…”
He abandons the words, his dark, untidy head disappearing under my sweater, and before I have time to regain even millimeters of sanity, my nipple is in his mouth and he’s suckling me. Not gentle. Not soft. My breasts are so small, he almost eats me whole. Every draw, every suck, every bite sends a power surge to my core until my knees hold his hips in a desperate grip, and my nails rake across the flat surface of the pool table behind me.
His mouth at my breast. His fingers inside me. His clean scent surrounding me. I have nowhere to hide anymore. I am exposed. I want to spread myself wide open for him. That voice that has been telling me I can’t rely on him. I can’t trust him. I can’t need him—that voice is stunned into silence by his thorough possession of my body, by the inferno between my legs, blazing a hole right through my soul and scorching my heart.
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