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Dimpled smile of a boy
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.
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.
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THROB
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I’m not a fan of love triangles, of cheatings and the
like. I like my characters honest, one-woman (or man) kind of person. But this
is Vi Keeland! And I have loved her books ever since, so I took the plunge, and
let’s say I was happy I gave it a shot.
It was every girl’s dream: Lucky is dating one of the
most popular and hottest rock stars whom she had been infatuated with since she
was in her teens. But here comes Flynn, sitting silently in her bar one night
and her life was never the same again.
Flynn was our bachelor in THROB, and I’m glad he’s going
to finally have his happy ending. He’s the kind of person who I can easily fall
in love with. He has the talent, a very kind heart and not to mention an
awesome uncle. He didn’t let fame get into his head and remained humble, he
loved his niece to pieces and even sings Frozen songs to her (isn’t this
adorable?) and he’s the ultimate boyfriend package.
Problem is, Lucky has already a boyfriend.
It was an undeniable chemistry and connection on the
first moment that they have met, and yet both of them had tried to shrug it off
the moment he knew she wasn’t available. But things just happen, and how can
one possibly stop the inevitable? Because I think that’s what these two people
share – an inevitability of being together. They are perfect for each other
because they understand each other – all their baggage, their fears and stuffs.
I was glad Flynn was able to help her in his small ways. Lucky made such great
improvement in a small amount of time – this just shows how persuasive Flynn
can be when he wanted it.
Sometimes, you get to hate Lucky for not dumping Dylan.
It was like: what the heck are you
waiting for? Dump him already and be with Flynn, can’t you see you’re perfect
for each other?! It was quite a long journey towards it, sometimes it gets
frustrating, but as the story goes we get to know more about Lucky, her fears
and what she really wants in life.
The ending was just perfect with a dose of reality. Some
problems can’t be solve in a couple of days or weeks, some needs time, and I’m
glad our author made the ending just the way I envisioned it to be. Our girl is
on her way, making progress and is almost there. But ain’t there yet.
I love the fact that it was written in dual POV, which
makes me get into the thoughts of both characters and made me know and love
them more. I was easily hooked on BEAT. Vi Keeland made sure the moment I opened
this book, and took that one shot, there was no way I’d put it down unless I
was done.
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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.
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!
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