Synopsis
You don't choose when.
You don't choose where.
And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
You don't choose where.
And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
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Review
Jack Dalton. You own my heart, you sensitive little rock god. Ahh. Give me a minute to stop fantasizing about him, so I can actually write my review.
Okay so at first glance, you would think this is a story of a rock star. Simple as that. USUALLY what you get with rock star books are…well…sex, drugs, and rock & roll. What if a story was written about the guy beneath the public image though? That type of story would be fantastic, and that’s exactly what S.L. Scott has given us. This book was a bit of everything we love from this genre, but combined just enough to make it a happy medium. It’s not TOO dark, it’s not TOO light. It’s not all sexual, but definitely doesn’t lack the hot factor. It was also just creative enough. It’s not your generic rocker story. You don’t hear about the live shows, the groupies, the drugs, etc. Instead, you learn of his inner demons, his past, and his relationship with the woman who saves him, Holliday. (I LOVE her name btw. So cute!)
I loved these characters. Holliday is a strong, independent, successful woman. She doesn’t fangirl over Jack’s celebrity status (I just used the word fangirl in a review. Sheesh), she doesn’t use him for her own personal gain. She is her own woman and I love that about her. She doesn’t even know that he is a celebrity when they meet. (Their first meeting could be one of my favorite scenes in a book.) As much as I loved Holliday and how strong she was for him, Jack was by far my favorite character. He has shot right up to the top next to my other favorite rockers, but not for that reason. Like I said, the rocker aspect just takes a backseat. It’s everything else in their lives that made me fall in love with this character. His sensitive side, how he puts his emotions out there for her, how much he just NEEDS her in his life. Even though he messes up a few times, he has the best intentions. Although his public image is that of a rough, badass front man known as Johnny Outlaw, Jack is everything but those things.
I also loved the writing but that’s to be expected with S.L. Scott. She hasn’t let me down yet, and I highly suggest all of her novels. Her books are so emotional, detailed, and just beautifully written.
Overall, seriously…just go one-click this one. It doesn’t get much better than Jack Dalton and his love for Holliday Hughes.
<3 Erin
Okay so at first glance, you would think this is a story of a rock star. Simple as that. USUALLY what you get with rock star books are…well…sex, drugs, and rock & roll. What if a story was written about the guy beneath the public image though? That type of story would be fantastic, and that’s exactly what S.L. Scott has given us. This book was a bit of everything we love from this genre, but combined just enough to make it a happy medium. It’s not TOO dark, it’s not TOO light. It’s not all sexual, but definitely doesn’t lack the hot factor. It was also just creative enough. It’s not your generic rocker story. You don’t hear about the live shows, the groupies, the drugs, etc. Instead, you learn of his inner demons, his past, and his relationship with the woman who saves him, Holliday. (I LOVE her name btw. So cute!)
I loved these characters. Holliday is a strong, independent, successful woman. She doesn’t fangirl over Jack’s celebrity status (I just used the word fangirl in a review. Sheesh), she doesn’t use him for her own personal gain. She is her own woman and I love that about her. She doesn’t even know that he is a celebrity when they meet. (Their first meeting could be one of my favorite scenes in a book.) As much as I loved Holliday and how strong she was for him, Jack was by far my favorite character. He has shot right up to the top next to my other favorite rockers, but not for that reason. Like I said, the rocker aspect just takes a backseat. It’s everything else in their lives that made me fall in love with this character. His sensitive side, how he puts his emotions out there for her, how much he just NEEDS her in his life. Even though he messes up a few times, he has the best intentions. Although his public image is that of a rough, badass front man known as Johnny Outlaw, Jack is everything but those things.
I also loved the writing but that’s to be expected with S.L. Scott. She hasn’t let me down yet, and I highly suggest all of her novels. Her books are so emotional, detailed, and just beautifully written.
Overall, seriously…just go one-click this one. It doesn’t get much better than Jack Dalton and his love for Holliday Hughes.
<3 Erin
Excerpt
“Wait.” He reaches to the nightstand one more time and grabs his phone. Scrolling, he smiles when he finds what he’s looking for. With one push of the button, a song I’m all too familiar with begins. I know every word and every riff. “Stairway to Heaven” was the soundtrack to a lot of trouble I got into back in high school. “Led Zeppelin?”
With a smirk in place, he nods. “This is great fucking music.”
“Great fucking music or great music for fucking?” I ask as his hands squeeze my breasts.
“Both.” He lays back, his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs, and says, “Take me to that place that keeps you from getting jaded. That place where you find peace without the demons destroying everything you thought you wanted. Take me there.”
Darkness fills his eyes, his gaze alluding to everything he doesn’t have to be any longer. I lift up and sink down on him, my hands pressed flat against his chest, wanting to smother the dark and cover it with light. Slowly rocking back and forth like the tempo calls for, his words lyrics to my ears, invading my thoughts. I drop my head back as his hands grab my hips, holding me down. The resistance causes inner turmoil as my insides begin to coil. Wanting more, my hands fall behind onto his legs, balancing me on top of him as we move against the other.
I let my mind drift with the melody, the fullness of him overtaking all other feelings. The music builds and my body reacts to the rhythm he’s creating inside me. The song becomes our anthem, a soundtrack to our moans and heavy breaths.
When I look down at him, his eyes are open, watching me, one hand roaming my body freely. The other caressing my tattooed skin.
The song speaks of winding roads, shadows and souls… I’m flipped onto the mattress. Dalton’s inside me again, moving over me. Our bodies become slick with sweat, emotions begin swirling between us. Feelings that this could be more than just one night plant themselves like seeds in the depths of my mind.
With a smirk in place, he nods. “This is great fucking music.”
“Great fucking music or great music for fucking?” I ask as his hands squeeze my breasts.
“Both.” He lays back, his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs, and says, “Take me to that place that keeps you from getting jaded. That place where you find peace without the demons destroying everything you thought you wanted. Take me there.”
Darkness fills his eyes, his gaze alluding to everything he doesn’t have to be any longer. I lift up and sink down on him, my hands pressed flat against his chest, wanting to smother the dark and cover it with light. Slowly rocking back and forth like the tempo calls for, his words lyrics to my ears, invading my thoughts. I drop my head back as his hands grab my hips, holding me down. The resistance causes inner turmoil as my insides begin to coil. Wanting more, my hands fall behind onto his legs, balancing me on top of him as we move against the other.
I let my mind drift with the melody, the fullness of him overtaking all other feelings. The music builds and my body reacts to the rhythm he’s creating inside me. The song becomes our anthem, a soundtrack to our moans and heavy breaths.
When I look down at him, his eyes are open, watching me, one hand roaming my body freely. The other caressing my tattooed skin.
The song speaks of winding roads, shadows and souls… I’m flipped onto the mattress. Dalton’s inside me again, moving over me. Our bodies become slick with sweat, emotions begin swirling between us. Feelings that this could be more than just one night plant themselves like seeds in the depths of my mind.
Author Bio
S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.
Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
She welcomes your notes at [email protected].
Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
She welcomes your notes at [email protected].