Title: Lead (Stage Dive, #3) Author: Kylie Scott Publication Date: July 29, 2014 Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin Find it on Goodreads | SynopsisStay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play. As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble. Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him. |
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Before I started reading Lead, I had heard it was different. Different from the other 2 in the series and now, in my opinion different, from any other rocker book out there. And I have to say it is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
You’ve obviously met Jimmy, lead singer in Stage Dive, in both David and Mal’s books. You learned about his issues. You heard about all the bad he did. But in Lead, you meet the man. And you hear his demons. And you see his struggles not only with addiction but also with himself and his past. I love the way Kylie Scott wrote Jimmy. You hated him, you felt for him, you wanted to help him, you wanted to love him. He is not an easy character. He is a piece of work.
Lena, love Lena. I love her personality. I love how she takes no shit from anyone, especially Jimmy, but does it with a little bit of humor and a smile. She is tough. She pushes back as much as Jimmy pushes her.
This is not your typical rocker love story. It really isn’t. It’s about a man healing and a women falling in love with him. It’s different because it doesn’t revolve around sex. I’m not saying there isn’t any. And I’m not saying it’s not hot. But it’s not the main focus of the story. In fact, it takes a very long time. For this kind of book, an abnormally long time. But it is perfect the way it is. Their story was not about sex. It was about them discovering each other and falling in love.
I’m not one of those readers that begs authors to write something. I’m not one of those that always has to know both sides of the story. I like when authors come back with a companion book in the alternate POV. I would never turn it down. But Kylie Scott, this is me begging. I WANT THIS STORY FROM JIMMY’S POINT OF VIEW. As much as we learned about him I want more from him. I want something from his POV. That’s how much I love this story.
You’ve obviously met Jimmy, lead singer in Stage Dive, in both David and Mal’s books. You learned about his issues. You heard about all the bad he did. But in Lead, you meet the man. And you hear his demons. And you see his struggles not only with addiction but also with himself and his past. I love the way Kylie Scott wrote Jimmy. You hated him, you felt for him, you wanted to help him, you wanted to love him. He is not an easy character. He is a piece of work.
Lena, love Lena. I love her personality. I love how she takes no shit from anyone, especially Jimmy, but does it with a little bit of humor and a smile. She is tough. She pushes back as much as Jimmy pushes her.
This is not your typical rocker love story. It really isn’t. It’s about a man healing and a women falling in love with him. It’s different because it doesn’t revolve around sex. I’m not saying there isn’t any. And I’m not saying it’s not hot. But it’s not the main focus of the story. In fact, it takes a very long time. For this kind of book, an abnormally long time. But it is perfect the way it is. Their story was not about sex. It was about them discovering each other and falling in love.
I’m not one of those readers that begs authors to write something. I’m not one of those that always has to know both sides of the story. I like when authors come back with a companion book in the alternate POV. I would never turn it down. But Kylie Scott, this is me begging. I WANT THIS STORY FROM JIMMY’S POINT OF VIEW. As much as we learned about him I want more from him. I want something from his POV. That’s how much I love this story.
Excerpt
“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere...”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”
“I’m not!”
“Nope.”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere...”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”
“I’m not!”
The Stage Dive series
Lick (Stage Dive #1):
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Play (Stage Dive #2):
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Deep (Stage Dive #4) - Coming January 6th, 2015:
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Play (Stage Dive #2):
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Deep (Stage Dive #4) - Coming January 6th, 2015:
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