This is not your typical rock star romance. For one, the “rock star” is a rapper. And not just any rapper. Trace is the hottest ticket in the music industry right now, regardless of which definition of ‘hot’ you choose.
Taryn Starr is not the girl-next-door who unknowingly meets a celebrity. Known as “America’s Sweetheart,” the reigning country music princess and world-renowned superstar knows exactly who Trace is…or does she?
Their worlds collide when the musicians whose paths were never destined to cross are forced by their joint record label to collaborate on a song. The sparks fly and ignite a fire that blazes hotter with every minute they spend together—for better or worse. One thing’s for certain, the two media magnets can’t deny their explosive chemistry, but will life in the spotlight ultimately bring Trace and Taryn together or force them apart?
***This contemporary romance new adult novel is for mature audiences. The language alone would make a sailor blush (the guy’s a rapper, remember?) so 18+ only, please.
Taryn Starr is not the girl-next-door who unknowingly meets a celebrity. Known as “America’s Sweetheart,” the reigning country music princess and world-renowned superstar knows exactly who Trace is…or does she?
Their worlds collide when the musicians whose paths were never destined to cross are forced by their joint record label to collaborate on a song. The sparks fly and ignite a fire that blazes hotter with every minute they spend together—for better or worse. One thing’s for certain, the two media magnets can’t deny their explosive chemistry, but will life in the spotlight ultimately bring Trace and Taryn together or force them apart?
***This contemporary romance new adult novel is for mature audiences. The language alone would make a sailor blush (the guy’s a rapper, remember?) so 18+ only, please.
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Excerpt:
My guitarist, huh? I can’t help but wonder
what else he is to her. Considering his close proximity and the adoring way
he’s looking at her, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he wants to
be. Question is, what does she want? Or rather, who? And why the hell do I care
anyway?
“Trace?”
I snap out of my ridiculous thoughts to see both Taryn and Ryder staring at me.
I also don’t miss the curious look her mom is shooting my way, arched eyebrow
included.
“Nice
to meet you,” I say, using my most polite voice. It’s a good thing my boys
aren’t listening in or they’d be giving me shit for sure. “You must be a hell
of a guitar player to get to back up this girl.” Okay, that was a dig I just
couldn’t help.
“I do
what I can,” he says with a smirk, and I have the unexpected urge to knock that
grin right off country boy’s face. My label would love that, me starting a
fight right here at the home office. “Oh, and congrats on the win, by the way,
even if you did beat my girl here. Then again, she did take home the grand
prize so it’s all good, right?”
If
Taryn was a fire hydrant, he just pissed all over her. Yeah, I better get the
fuck out of here and fast. “Yeah, we’re good. Look, it’s good to meet you, but
I gotta jet...literally,” I say and notice the way the corner of Taryn’s
perfect pink lips turn up at my words. “Tour starts tomorrow.”
“I
heard about your tour,” he says and I raise my eyebrows. This should be
interesting because I know this redneck doesn’t listen to my music. “What’s it
called again?” he asks, and I see his eyes shift to the right where there is a
newly-released tour poster covering half of the damn wall. The words “This is
Me, Motherfuckers” are emblazoned across a life-sized version of me giving two
middle fingers to anyone who sees it. Ironically, this poster doesn’t really
represent me at all, but this asshole doesn’t need to know that. I’m not sure
why exactly, but he is definitely trying to make me look bad in front of Taryn.
Well, two can play at that game.
“I
guess they don’t teach you how to read down where you’re from, huh?” I ask,
indicating the poster. I don’t miss Taryn’s mouth drop open in shock at my
words. So much for being polite, I think.
“Actually,”
he says, the ever-present smirk still firmly in place, “our home
state is known for its high literacy rates.” And there he goes pissing again.
“Well,
that’s nice to hear and if I had more time, I’d love a little lesson on the
educational system in Texas. But I have a tour to start so if you’ll excuse me,
I’ll have to see both of ya’ll later,” I say and brush past
Ryder, not bothering to look Taryn’s way again.
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My Review: 5 stars
I truly enjoyed reading this book. The unlikely duo of a country music star and a rap star collaborating to rescue his poor image is all the label cares about. Using their stars to get what they deem the best thing for all involved, monetarily that is. The thing I liked was that there was attraction before they had to work together. The opportunity to work together just gave them a chance to see what if anything they could have together. Taryn and Trace noticed each other when he beat her for an award. I enjoyed that they didn't really make the story about race, but about two stars trying to find the time for each other in their busy schedules. I liked part of that, where they got to know each other better through texting and talking when they can. Then they had to deal with the paparazzi and rumors, you know all the things that famous people have to deal with on top of that. I loved that they made that connection beyond what anyone had expected from their collaboration, and was truly glad that they made each other a priority. I loved that Trace was all over dealing with security for Taryn. That made me happy, and showed that he really cared. The last couple of chapters made me want to cry, just for everything that Taryn and Trace were dealing with. However, I have to say that I absolutely loved the Epilogue, made my heart want to do a little happy dance for everything that did go right for them. If this duo of Michelle and Nevaeh ever write together again, I'll definitely pick it up. In the meantime, I guess I'll have to check out their solo titles.
Michelle Lynn
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from
school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years
ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love
of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to
write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one
of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t
reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom
on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing
around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time
after putting the kids to bed.
Nevaeh Lee
Nevaeh’s first exposure to writing began in a middle school creative
writing class. She was reprimanded for composing a politically incorrect story
and forced to re-write about a “safer” topic. Being the writing rebel that she
is, Nevaeh always likes to push the envelope a bit and never re-writes, unless her editor insists on it.
When she’s not writing, Nevaeh is a freelance book editor ;). And though she spends a good chunk of her time
reading, writing, and editing, she can also be found hanging out with her
family and taking road trips, exploring the area around wherever she happens to
be living at the time. Even though “home” will always be Texas, she has lived
in several different states and countries, but currently resides in the DC
metro area.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read our "collaboration"...I loved your review! Love your blog as well. I actually have some boots like your purple/red-headed girl, but I've got to have those tights ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Nevaeh! I loved reading this, it was fantastic! I've got the boots, too. LOL
DeleteThank you for participating in the blog tour! I loved your review and have shared on my page!! :)
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