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Crash Into Me
     

Crash Into Me

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by Tracy Wolff
 

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Jamison Matthews has lusted after Ryder Montgomery since she was a preteen. But now that Ryder and her brother's band, Shaken Dirty, has made it huge, she's just one of many pining for the brooding lead singer. Too bad Ryder still sees her as a little sister. Not that it matters. Her brother would never allow it, and the last thing Jamison wants is to be another

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Jamison Matthews has lusted after Ryder Montgomery since she was a preteen. But now that Ryder and her brother's band, Shaken Dirty, has made it huge, she's just one of many pining for the brooding lead singer. Too bad Ryder still sees her as a little sister. Not that it matters. Her brother would never allow it, and the last thing Jamison wants is to be another notch on a rock star's bed post. Even if it's Ryder's.

Ryder doesn't deserve happiness. After his fame destroyed his last girlfriend, he swore he'd never fall in love again. So when Jamison, the girl he's been in danger of loving for years, joins the band on the road, he'll do anything to deny the sparks between them--even after one hot night together. But Jamison is determined to show Ryder that he's worthy of love--her love--and that she's all grown up and ready to play.

She’s totally off-limits, but this rocker wants a taste...

Series order:
Shaken Dirty Book 1: Crash Into Me
Shaken Dirty Book 2: Drive Me Crazy
Shaken Dirty Book 3: Fade Into You

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781622663491
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
10/14/2013
Series:
Shaken Dirty , #1
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
250
Sales rank:
30,945
File size:
1 MB

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Crash Into Me

A Shaken Dirty Novel


By Tracy Wolff, Stacy Abrams, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Tracy Wolff
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-349-1


CHAPTER 1

His voice roared over her. Loud, sexy, and so richly decadent that she felt her limbs going loose with excitement. With arousal. With need. Jamison Matthews knew she wasn't the only woman in the audience to feel that way while listening to Ryder Montgomery sing — his deep, raspy baritone was one long mind-and-body-fuck — but that didn't make it any less powerful. Neither did the fact that she'd been listening to it for ten long years — ever since she was a thirteen-year-old kid with a crush on the lead singer of her brother's band.

Some things didn't change.

And some things did. Shaken Dirty had come a long way from the teenage garage band they'd once been. The tens of thousands of screaming fans currently filling this very amphitheater attested to that. As did the bras and panties that haphazardly littered the stage. Her brother, Jared, had picked up a sheer red thong and draped it over the neck of his guitar, while Micah's bass was decorated with lacy purple boy shorts. Totally disgusting, if she let herself dwell on where those panties had been just a short time before.

But she wasn't going to do that, wasn't going to let anything mar her enjoyment of the show. Being here, watching her brother play with the others in the middle of this gigantic venue, co-headlining the Rock On tour with some of the hottest bands around, was a dream come true. She wouldn't waste a second of it.

The song ended and the crowd went nuts, screaming and whistling, chanting and shouting. Begging for more. Jamison went nuts right along with them, didn't even mind when the surging fans pressed her closer and closer to the barricade that kept eager devotees off the stage. That was her big brother up on that stage. Her big brother, and Ryder, and Wyatt, and Quinn, and Micah. They'd come a long way since Jared had let her listen in while they'd practiced in the garage, and she couldn't be more proud. After all they'd been through, they'd finally made it.

Unlike her.

For a second, panic threatened at the disaster her life had become practically overnight. It wasn't the accident that hadn't been her fault but had left her with a totaled car anyway — a car that had been worth only three thousand dollars, which gave her pretty much no chance of buying a reliable replacement for the amount the insurance would pony up.

Nor was it that her douchebag boyfriend had dumped her while she was down. Sure, she'd thought she was in love with Charles, but in retrospect she was willing to admit that there had been some major red flags in their relationship. Chief among them was his inability to keep his zipper up around other women.

Not even the fact that the closest friend she'd made since moving to San Diego had been sleeping with her douchebag of a boyfriend had made her feel this tied up in knots. She'd thought Lisa was pretty cool, but her friend — make that her ex-friend — had never made a secret of her freewheeling morals.

But losing her job this morning — a job she'd loved and had invested so much of her time in — had been the piece de resistance on top of the shit-pile her life had recently become. Especially considering she'd uprooted her whole life to move to San Diego less than six months before just so she could take the stupid job. It was the first step on the ten-year plan she'd had for her life, a plan that now lay in utter ruins around her.

She wanted to crawl back into bed and forget the last forty-eight hours had ever happened. Or, barring that, rewind the clock so that she could have seen coming some of the crap that had been heaped on her. Not all of it, obviously, but it might have been nice to know the restaurant where she'd landed her first big job out of cooking school was having to close before she'd bought, and worn, the most gorgeous pair of Louboutins she'd ever seen. Or before Charles had forced her to listen to his diatribe of all the reasons he'd cheated on her, reasons that were, of course, completely her fault.

She'd called bullshit on him, but still. Standing here with all these women, so many of whom were skinnier and prettier than her, only gave his words credence in her head. Not to mention the last thing she should be doing right now was screaming along with a bunch of Shaken Dirty fans while fantasizing about the lead singer of her brother's band.

Onstage, the band launched into "Awake," one of the power ballads that had made them famous. The crowd screamed their approval and so did she. Totally not her typical modus operandi, but she couldn't help it. Something about listening to Ryder croon the darkly haunting lyrics had her knees trembling and her heart beating much too quickly. If she closed her eyes, she could do what all the other women in the audience were doing and pretend that he was singing straight to her.

So much better than remembering he'd written these heartfelt words for another woman. For Carrie, who had killed herself and broken his heart so many years before. Her own heart ached at the thought. For him. Always for him. At twenty-nine, Ryder had already been through more darkness and despair than any one person should have to handle.

"Awake" finally came to a close, the last note hanging in the air for long, tension- fueled seconds. Then the band fell silent and the audience did the same, as if they were all holding their breaths. Ryder lowered his guitar, shuffled, and stamped his feet once, twice. It was a familiar gesture, one years of experience had taught her was his way of shaking off excess emotion. Again her heart twisted. It devastated her that more than ten years after the fact he was still eaten up by what had happened. Still determined to bury it under a bunch of layers that not only insulated him from his pain but also hid the real Ryder so deep inside the public Ryder that she wondered sometimes if he even existed anymore. Or if the boy who had held her while she cried, who had let her whisper her pre-adolescent fears without ever making fun of her, had disappeared forever.

She searched for him in that one endless moment.

Looked for him in the obsidian eyes that arrowed to the heart of the crowd even as they barricaded his own emotions.

Combed through her own memories and expectations in an effort to see Ryder as he really was instead of how he portrayed himself.

And when his eyes — his crazy, beautiful eyes — met hers, she found him. Seconds passed, long, intense seconds where she lost the ability to hear or breathe or even think. All she could do was look into Ryder's eyes, at the feral heat boiling up and out of them, and want.

She smiled at him, waved. He snarled back. But it wasn't a leave-me-alone snarl. No, definitely not. It was his I-want-to-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall snarl — she knew it well, had seen it directed at a lot of women through the years — and her knees gave way when she realized that this time, finally, it was directed at her. It didn't matter that there was no sign of recognition in his eyes, no knowledge that the woman he was looking at like that was actually her. Jamison. For one moment, he wanted her the way she'd always wanted him.

It was more than enough.

And then Jared thrust a hand in the air and the moment was gone. The silence shattered, the crowd exploding in catcalls, screams, and whistles, pleas for more mingling with pledges of undying love. It was awe-inspiring, yet humbling, to witness. She still remembered the guys as lanky teenagers beating out a rhythm in her garage. As struggling musicians driving up and down the coast to play at dives that barely paid. As an opening act to bands much bigger and better than they were.

She watched as Ryder flirted with the crowd a little in true lead singer fashion. Women screamed in response, while men shouted and cheered. And when Ryder walked to the edge of the stage and switched out the acoustic guitar for his electric one, Jamison felt herself swoon right along with the others. She couldn't help it. This had always been her favorite part of the show and when they'd gotten so close to the end of their set without it making an appearance, she'd worried they'd cut it.

Jared stepped forward as well, told the crowd to "Make some fucking noise!"

Much feet-stomping and clapping ensued, and Jamison was right there with the rest of the audience, screaming herself hoarse as Ryder and her brother teased them into a frenzy. And then, just when it felt like the amphitheater was going to explode from excitement, they dueled.

It was the most beautiful, the most perfect, thing she had ever seen. Her brother was in his element, huge smile on his face, fingers flying over the guitar strings so fast at times that they seemed to blur. On and on he played, his talent as mind-blowing as his grin was infectious, until finally he reached a shattering crescendo.

The last notes of his solo were still ringing through the amphitheater when he stepped back and Ryder took over.

Though he was the band's front man, Ryder was almost as good a guitarist as her brother. But where Jared was totally engaging and fun to watch, listening to Ryder play was like opening a conduit straight to the rawest part of the human soul. It was amazing and terrifying in equal measures, and so spellbinding that he caught an audience of thirty thousand in his web and held them there, suspended, as his guitar wailed in agonized ecstasy.

Suddenly Ryder hit a particularly complicated series of chords and the fans behind her shouted their approval. He grinned — a dark, haunting twist of his lips that came and went so quickly that she almost thought she'd imagined it. Except she was pressed up against the stage now, so close that she could see his eyes. Deep and dark though they were, for a minute, just a minute, she'd glimpsed a flash of pure enjoyment. And then she lost it as he tilted his head forward so that his chin-length black hair fell over his face, obscuring him for long seconds from the prying eyes of the crowd.

She took advantage of the moment, studied him the way she'd always wanted. Normally, when he was around, she was too afraid of being caught watching him to look her fill. But tonight she didn't need to worry about that. He'd already proved he couldn't see her clearly when he failed to recognize her earlier. That was all the encouragement she needed to gawk at him.

At his long, lean body that towered seven inches above her own five-eight.

At his tanned, muscular arms with their gorgeous sleeves of tattoos — black tribal bands on one and a phoenix on the other.

At the nipple piercing outlined by the tight fit of his black V-neck T-shirt.

He was gorgeous — wicked, dark, and so, so lovely with his too-pretty face — and she knew when she crawled into her lonely bed tonight, this image of him would be burned into her brain.

Head bowed, lost in his own little world, Ryder played another complicated set of notes that ended so abruptly the audience flinched a little, she along with them. Then he stepped back so that Jared could once again take the spotlight.

On and on it went, the two of them dueling until their fingers had to be burning. The audience was beside itself, women — and men — screaming themselves hoarse, the crowd literally seething with delight.

And then Jared and Ryder backed up to each other and played the last section together, their fingers flying faster and faster over the guitar strings until their separate notes blurred into the most amazing sound she had ever heard.

Their shirts grew drenched, their faces grew taut, and still they played.

Their arms trembled visibly at the strain, their shoulders bowed in protest, and still they played.

Finally, finally, the last notes rang through the amphitheater — loud, gorgeous, flawless — along with a kickass pyrotechnic display that took her breath away, and she didn't know whether to weep or to cheer. They'd always wanted to include special effects like those, but had never been able to afford it before this tour.

Shaken Dirty really had hit the big time.

The crowd behind her didn't have any of her confused reticence. They went crazy as fire exploded across the stage.

Jared — ham that he was — stepped up to the microphone and thrust both fists in the air as he claimed victory.

Ryder only laughed, his low, husky voice carrying through the amphitheater as he told the crowd, "Just go along with Jared. We like to let him think he wins, or he'll spend the rest of the night pouting."

"Fuck you, Ryder! I did win! Right, guys?" Jared held his arms out to the crowd and gestured for their support. Soon half the place was chanting his name.

"Good job!" Ryder said with a sexy wink. "He'll never suspect a thing. But just to be clear. We all know who really won, right?"

The other half of the audience began screaming for Ryder, and once again Jamison found herself right there with them. Oh, she knew Jared was technically the better guitarist, but Ryder's sound was amazing. He was dark to Jared's light, brooding and dangerous to Jared's good time. He attacked his guitar, made violent love to the instrument while Jared cradled his like a baby.

Both sounds worked, and worked well, but watching Ryder was like watching sex in motion. It totally revved her engine, even as she knew nothing would come of it. She'd thrown herself at him once when she was seventeen and been rejected — albeit as nicely as Ryder was capable of rejecting someone — but it had still stung. She wouldn't make that mistake again, would have to be content to worship him from afar instead. Just like every other woman in the place.

As they launched into "Battleground," their most famous single to date, Ryder ripped off his shirt and tossed it into the crowd. It landed a little to the right of her and the people around her went nuts trying to get to it. Jamison didn't move, though. She couldn't, not when all that bronze skin and that perfect eight-pack of abs was on display. Not when he was standing up there, the black tribal tattoos that covered his torso just adding to the image of the sex god the media portrayed him to be.

She shuddered, pressed her legs together to stop the burn even as she crossed her arms over her suddenly aching breasts.

No, she thought as Ryder continued to sing. The need was nothing new. But this brutal intensity — that had come when he'd thrown that I-want-to-fuck-you look her way and made it impossible to do anything but feel — sure as hell was.


* * *

After clawing her way through a mob of crazed fans and flashing her backstage pass at the security guys working the side entrance, Jamison slipped into the small crack they'd opened for her. As the door slammed shut, she couldn't help the feeling of unreality that overwhelmed her.

All those screaming fans in the audience had been for Shaken Dirty.

All those frantic girls clawing at security — and each other — had been for her brother's band.

It was beyond bizarre. Oh, from the very beginning, the guys had had girls, lots and lots of girls, sniffing around them. More than once, she'd had to push her way through them to get to the guys. It was part and parcel of the shaggy-haired, rock and roll band thing. But that had been at dingy little clubs when they were just getting their start, back when she'd tagged along anywhere they were willing to bring her. But this, this was different. It was out of a movie — or a Rolling Stone article. The band had hundreds upon hundreds of groupies, all desperate to be shaken. Dirtied.

It was going to take a little while for her to adjust to the new reality, especially when that new reality left her a little bruised and battered. Nothing like battling through a throng of screaming women to take it out of a girl.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Crash Into Me by Tracy Wolff, Stacy Abrams, Liz Pelletier. Copyright © 2013 Tracy Wolff. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

National bestselling author Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local college students, and spends as much time as she can manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the mother of three young sons who spend most of their time trying to make her as crazy as possible. Tracy is the author of numerous romances that run the gamut from contemporary to paranormal to erotic suspense.

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Crash Into Me (A Shaken Dirty Novel) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 54 reviews.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
Crash Into Me by Tracy Wolff is a great addition to rock star romance. Not only does it have badass rockers, but also a sweet and stubborn friends to lovers story. Shaken Dirty is just about to really make it big and the five bandmates are rock and roll incarnate. They ooze sex appeal, rock, drugs, sex, and emotional issues that make them irresistible to the ladies. Ryder, lead singer, amazing guitarist, and broken man, suddenly sees the sexy woman Jamison is and wants her. But standing in his way are her brother, the lead guitarist for Shaken Dirty, Ryder's own feelings of inadequacy, and a heaping helping of band drama. One of the awesome things about Ryder and his bandmates is that their emotional issues are real. Drugs, sex, rock and roll: they mask the pain in each of them. Ryder's pain is fueled by guilt over past inaction and a lack of family. His loyalty to Jared, Jamison's brother and his own self-imposed need to take care of the rest of the band also work against him. It's Ryder who has the character arc here. For her part, Jamison is the quintessential little sister of the best friend. In love with Ryder forever, she handles rejection the only way she knows how: removing herself from the situation. When changes in her life throw them back together, she makes the best of it, but fights against her attraction. Her chemistry and friendship with the band runs deep, and is demonstrated constantly. The easy affection evident through dialogue and action. This is definitely a rock star story. It has it all: the music, the sex, the drugs, the drama. Against this backdrop, Ryder has to learn to love and accept love. The gritty reality of these broken bandmates counteracts what could otherwise have been a saccharine story. Excellent tension, wonderful characters, and great high drama come together for an irresistible mix. You'll want to become a fan of Shaken Dirty early in their careers so you get the full wild ride. RATING: 4 Heat Rating: Steamy REVIEWED BY: Monique Neaves Courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Kristas_Dust_Jacket More than 1 year ago
Jamison is having a really bad week - she lost her job, her car and her boyfriend, and then to top it all off, she is almost raped backstage at a concert in which her brother's band is playing. Luckily, she's saved by Ryder, the lead singer of her brother's band, Shaken Dirty, and the object of her lust for the past 10 years or so. After finding out her situation, Jared convinces his sister to come on the road with the band for seven weeks. With no other options, Jamison agrees, even though it puts her in VERY close proximity to the one guy she wants but can't have. Like most rock band series, Crash Into Me focuses on one member of the band - the lead singer Ryan - but it introduces the other members of the band because I'm assuming we'll see books on each of them in the series. The groundwork is being laid, so a certain amount of time is spent on the back stories of all the band members. Wolff still gives us plenty of time with Ryder and Jamison, though. I loved Ryan's and Jamison's relationship. I really love the romances where the two involved started out as friends first. These two have known each other since they were kids. That adds an extra layer of complexity to the situation. Neither wants to mess up the friendship, yet they're now having a really hard time denying what more they could have. It's great because they know each other well enough to engage in some really fun banter and to tell each other off when they feel the need. Yet, the feelings are new, so there's a certain amount of awkwardness between them too. Jamison is a cool character. She's got a strong work ethic and doesn't easily let circumstances get her down. She's been pining after the same guy for a decade for crying out loud. She's a fighter, for sure. And, Ryder is totally swoony. He's a lead singer in a rock band... hellooo?? But, beyond that, I just LOVE how he loves his friends. He looks after them and only wants the best for them - Jamison included. This guy is a total class-act. There were several side stories going on at the same time as Ryder's and Jamison's. They focused mostly on Jared, the lead guitarist and Wyatt, the drummer. They didn't detract from the main story, though. The ending did feel a little rushed - I wish the author had taken another 50 pages or so to expound on some of the stuff that happened. A lot of stuff happened toward the end, and it all was crammed into not a lot of pages. I would've liked a bit more time and words to process it all. I can say for sure that I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment of Shaken Dirty. I want to know who those characters were that were introduced in the epilogue. I want to see Jared and Wyatt happy (I hope Wyatt's story is next!). I want to learn more about the other two members of the band. This series is definitely on my watch list.
micharch More than 1 year ago
Tracy Wolff tells us the story of Jamison and Ryder have known each other since they were kids.  She has always loved him and he has always known she was off-limits since he was her brother's friend.  After losing everything, Jamison needs to go on the road with the band and they find themselves delving into their feelings for each other.  I think it would have helped if I had read this book first instead of the second book in the series.  An overall decent read.
Book_Sniffers_Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Crash Into Me is a best friends little sister romance with a rock star twist. Jamison has had a crush on Ryder since they were little kids and Ryder knows it. However, her brother and Ryder’s best friend has made it very clear that his baby sister is off limits. However, when Jamison loses her job and becomes the banks chef, the tight quarters become too much for Ryder to handle and pretty soon they find themselves in the one spot that Ryder didn’t want to end up in. I’m a sucker for these types of romances. I just love them and I don’t know why. Plus, I’m always a huge fan of celebrity romances. So when you combine the two it comes out as one awesome story. The story doesn’t just focus on Jamison and Ryder though. Since Jamison is on tour with the guys, we get to see their struggles with fame. Jamison’s brother struggles with the separation from his fiance, another band mate struggles with drug use, and another is just so far into the rock star fame that he doesn’t care about anyone or anything around him. The romance was steamy and by far the best part of the story. This is a great book to read if you’re looking for a sexy romance to read. I will definitely be keeping up with the Shaken team.
WorldsCollide More than 1 year ago
Sweet and super hot, Crash Into Me was a wonderful romance read. I really enjoyed reading this lovely book. Jamison had been in love with Ryder, her brother's best friend and band mate, for years, but he never let her get too close. But, when the opportunity arose for her to get one night with him, she let go of her doubts and just let it happen. But, then it happened again. And again. And, suddenly, it wasn't just a one night thing. I really liked Jamison. She was a strong woman who didn't let anyone run all over her. She was independent, but she also knew when to (reluctantly) admit she needed help. I liked her. She was a lovely heroine. Ryder was complicated. He didn't want to have another girlfriend after what happened to his previous one, so he contented himself with one night stands since then. But, when it came to Jamison, it was never going to be just a one night stand, though Ryder was loath to admit that. I wish there had been a little more about Ryder's past. Specifically, about his old girlfriend. It was there, a little, but I thought it could have been more in depth. But, for the most part, I liked him. He was really sweet and adorable. The romance was on fire. Jamison and Ryder had years worth of thwarted lust between them, and it showed. The chemistry between them was constant and, when they finally got together, it was super hot. But, they were also sweet together. They were a perfect match. I thought they were a lovely couple. The plot was well paced. I was kept interested the entire way through, though I wasn't totally hooked. I really enjoyed the story and I thought the ending was lovely. Crash Into Me was super hot, very sweet, and a lovely romance read. I really enjoyed reading it. Lovers of romance, if you want something to spice up your day, then this is a book you'll want to check out. *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book classic BB style hate-love. The first line and last line in the book say it all. Great must read
StaceyONeale More than 1 year ago
I was very hesitant to read this book. Every single romance novel I've read featuring a rock star never came off realistic. The men never acted like men and it was obvious there was little research done into the life of a rock star. This novel avoided the normal fluff in favor of believable storylines. Having known band members personally, I can tell you the behavior she wrote about is very real. Drug abuse and women are all over the place, band members don't always get along, and tour buses really do stink. It's so refreshing to read a romance novel where the author actually had knowledge of the lifestyle. In my experience, most are fluffy and rarely delve into the dark side. The characters were great as well. Jamison Matthews is a fantastic heroine because she's not some silly fangirl. She stands on her own and is well-rounded. I also love that she's a smidge on the chubby side. It's nice to see shapely women in romance novels. Every type of women should be represented in romance, but unfortunately, most are skinny and beautiful. Ryder Montgomery was a fantastic hero because he wasn't perfect. There was a dark, sexiness about him which made it easy for fall for him. I also loved that he was attracted to Jamison's shapely figure. Not every man wants an uber skinny woman, so again, it's refreshing to see it in romance. All-in-all, I am impatiently waiting for the next book in this series. Tracy Wolff is an author I will be watching. :-)
KittyKelly28 More than 1 year ago
As posted on The Smutty Kitty reviewed by KittyKelly 4 out of 5 Licks Bands are all the rage right now and I am loving it!! Ryder is your typical brooding singer and he has a forbidden attraction to his band mates sister. Jamison has wanted Ryder for years. After her brother convinces her to go on tour with the band, she and Ryder can no longer deny the passion building between them. Feelings are growing deeper, but Ryder is so torn up about his past he can't move forward. After lots of emotional turmoil the band finds out the two of them have been sneaking around together. Parts of this book broke my heart, some made me a little hot under the collar, and in the end it just made me happy. That's why I love reading. I get to escape to a new world and live so many emotional experiences. We even get an epilogue which makes me happier than much else. :) I can't wait to see what the rest of the series brings!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was good book. I look forward to reading the series. I really wish she would have went into more detail at the end but its a typical romance. They never seem to give you more detail about what happens after.
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Must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a wonderful book! Love Ryder & Jamison's story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Would definetely recommend. Can not wait for the rest of the books in this series
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Loved it
Ginka More than 1 year ago
It was really good, could not put the book down and finished it in one day. Love books where the characters grew up together, but in this situation, Jamison's brother, Jared made all of his friends swear off of dating his younger sister, Jamison, but Jamison has been in love with Ryder for 10years and makes her move. Drive Me Crazy, book 2 is equally good and can't wait to read the stories of the other members in the band.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again, Ms. Wolff more than delivers with it all, Sex, Love & Rock 'N Roll in fine form!! Great start to the series- Thank You!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Who doesn't love hot rock guys that find love when they least expect it!
13gpb28 More than 1 year ago
Definitely a great read. The characters have known each other for most of their lives. She is his best friend's younger sister. He is a rock star that has a lot of demons and a very low opinion of himself. This story line has been done a thousand times before but this author gives it a little twist and makes it fresh. I love the way that they get back together in the end. A wonderful HEA. Read and enjoy.
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Sierrajns3 More than 1 year ago
love the whole rock star on tour story. love this book!not just the steamy parts but the actual story too, the development of the characters and how their relationship evolved from friends to much more. although the fact that Ryder's a rock star with tattoos and an awesome voice doesnt hurt.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a pretty good book, very predictable and a bit rushed. I doubt if I'll read any of the others in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a very good book. Couldn't stop reading.