Author: Lori L. Clark
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: July 30, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
Page Count: 247
When a tragic accident leaves Rhane Evans -- lead vocalist for the rock band Fate's Crazy -- permanently unable to speak above a whisper and kills the love of her life, she moves across the state to pick up the pieces. Shattered, Rhane struggles to understand what happened the night of the accident, an accident everyone blames her for, even though she wasn't driving the car.
Enter Ian Callahan. He's the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian's troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn't in their cards.
This book had everything a good read should have. It has tragedy, self discovery, and of course a steamy love. This heart pulling story of a hard ass rocker chick’s rollercoaster ride starts with a tragedy that changes the game plan of her life. Rhane is a rocker in all aspects. She has the voice, and the attitude to pull it all off until an accident changes everything. Rhane’s down fall doesn’t stop there. She has to come to terms with her life’s destruction. In doing so she discovers the super sexy Ian who has a whole set of issues of his own. As the two of them straighten out there lives, they discover an attraction that can’t be ignored.
I loved this book. It was a great emotional roller coaster ride to say the least. I immediately identified with Rhane and her rocker persona. A hard core rocker with a “Don’t F**k with me” attitude. Her strong personality was the beginning of her tragedy, and is a perfect example of self destruction in the extreme. It doesn’t hurt that her journey includes hot Ian Callahan. Ian is a contractor with all the right things to keep a girl peeking out her window while he works. That is only the start for this sexy couple, from there they build the chemistry needed to get their lives on track.
Let’s face it who can resist a story of two broken people that need to fix themselves before they can live happily ever after! This story grabbed me from the beginning, and kept me emotionally enthralled tell the end. There story kept me looking for the moment they got thier crap together, and the steamy moments kept me looking for more. Thier chemistry was addictive, and not disappointing in the least. Lori Clark definitely has what it takes to pull readers in with emotion, and steamy chemistry you can’t get enough of.
He cupped my face with his rough hands, fingers calloused from years of guitar playing, and the passion in his eyes snapped and crackled between us. He shook his head, as though trying to clear his thoughts before he spoke again. His voice was deep, thick with emotion, “Ray, you’ll always have a little piece of my heart,” he said, suddenly serious. “Don’t ever leave me babe. A guy can’t live with part of his heart missing.” He pressed his lips lightly against mine and breathed a feather soft sigh across my skin.
“That’s just crazy talk right there,” I told him. “Everyone knows we’re a team, you and me. If this team ever broke up, it will be because you leave me. Probably for some bleached blonde bimbo with huge tits, if I know you.”
“Well, now that we’re going to be making some serious cash, maybe you can fix part of that equation,” he teased as his eyes dropped to my non-existent chest. “But, Ray, don’t ever fuck with the hair.” His fingers slipped around my neck, trailing down the middle of my back until he found the elastic holding the braid I always wore in my hair.
I rolled my eyes, “No boob job for me, thank you very much.”
The twins blasted the van’s horn as they pulled into the parking spot next to us and the blaring echo effectively dissolved the tender moment between Dalton and me.
The van’s driver’s door creaked open and Ronnie’s spider-thin legs planted on the concrete near Dalton’s small car. He bent at the waist and peered into the passenger side window cautiously at me. I scowled and mouthed what? He reached for the door handle while I unfastened the seatbelt and swung my legs out of the cramped car. At five-ten, without heels, I still had to look up to meet Ronnie’s eyes. With heels, when we stood toe-to-toe, my eyes were nearly level with his. I planted my hands on my hips and asked, “What are you gawking at?”
He shrugged sheepishly and grinned, “Since you two were still in the car, I didn’t know whether you were fighting or fucking.”
I shoved at his scrawny shoulders playfully, “Stop! Please. You act like that’s all Dalton and I do.”
By that time, Donnie and Dalton had joined us between the cars. Donnie piped up, “You have to admit, Rhane, he’s got a point.”
I huffed. “That is so not true.” It was kind of true. The sexual tension between us was so strong that if we weren’t having sex, we often wound up fighting. It took a lot to get him mad, but once the fuse was lit, it wasn’t pretty. My temper was much quicker to rear its ugly head and was usually fueled by my insecurities. Jealousy often caused the rages I’d been known to fly into.
“I call group hug,” Ronnie held out his arms and the three of them wrapped their arms around me, cocooning me inside with their warmth and affection. “Aww, now see, that’s what I’m talking about. Love, sweet love.”
Dalton groaned and ducked out from under Ronnie’s arms, “Let’s get to the party before Ronnie breaks into ‘Kumbaya’ with all this sentimental crap.”
“Dude, you wish you were as in touch with your sensitive nature as I am mine,” Ronnie protested with a laugh. “Chicks dig that shit.”