Title: The Duet
Author: R.S. Grey
Release Date: Nov 10, 2014
Find on Goodreads
Author: R.S. Grey
Release Date: Nov 10, 2014
Find on Goodreads
So when her label slots her for a Grammy performance with the sexy and soulful Jason Monroe, she can’t help but entertain certain fantasies... those in which her G-string gets more play than her guitars'.
Only one problem. Jason is a lyrical lone wolf that isn’t happy about sharing the stage—nor his ranch — with the sassy singer. But while it may seem like a song entitled ‘Jason Monroe Is an Arrogant Ho’ basically writes itself, their label and their millions of fans are expecting recording gold…
They’re expecting The Duet.
4.5 Star Review by Jennifer Hagen
Brooklynn is a 27-year-old pop singer who is going
through a year-long dry spell in terms of sexcapades. She is being told by her record label that
she is going to be collaborating with Jason, another successful singer under
the same label who also happens to be hot as hell, to come up with a song and
perform it together at the Grammy’s.
Whereas Brooklynn is full of humor and can connect with anybody, Jason
is quiet and standoffish. Their first
meeting doesn’t go so well. Did you ever
have those nightmares where you would walk into elementary school and have no
clothes on?? Well, Brooklynn has clothes
on but that’s the only thing going for her…
Jason gave me a
once over, his lip curling into a condescending sneer.
“No offense,
princess. But you and I are like apples
and oranges. We’d never be able to
collaborate on a song together.”
I scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”
He grunted and sat
back in his chair, clasping his hands together over his stomach. “I’ve witnessed a pretty telling first
impression.”
While Jason is in LA at this moment, his home is a ranch
in Montana. That is where he does his
music writing and insists that Brooklynn comes to his place where they will be
working on this for weeks. Brooklyn
adapts well to her new surroundings being out in the middle of nowhere but one
thing is still the same – the fact that Jason is a hard nut to crack.
What in
all-that-is-holy was shoved up this guy’s but?
“Wow. You are probably the
assholiest person I’ve ever met.”
You see what’s coming don’t you? Two people that can’t stand each other…locked
together in a room for hours on end trying to write a song…suffering from
writer’s block. They toss around a few
ways in which to solve the writer’s block dilemma when suddenly there is an
ingenious solution.
“Or we could just
have sex.”
The horrible things one must endure in order to be
successful…
He reached past me
for a condom in his side drawer and I tried to ignore the fact that he could
unroll that bad boy like he was competing in “Condom Application” on an Olympic
level. This man had clearly had quite a
lot of sex in his life and I was about to benefit from all that experience.
Their plan is to keep this strictly as a business
arrangement as some of their best verses come during their post sexual bliss. Jason has made it very clear that he isn’t
looking for anything past a booty call, and Brooklynn is trying very hard to
leave with her heart still intact. It’s
just not possible for Brooklynn to leave without having her pride and heart
severely damaged. Is Jason too late in
his explanation?
“You’re using my
past to push me away all on your own. If
you want us to be over, that’s your decision, but I didn’t take you for someone
who gave up so easily.”
There are several secondary characters that add their own
element of humor to the story. I found myself cruising along enjoying the
hilarious inner dialogue of Brooklynn and the banter between her and her
sister, Cammie, and even Jason could be funny in his brooding silent ways but
then about 75% the humor was suddenly gone.
I became a dog who was just thrown a bone with the word “angst” typed on
it and I wasn’t going to let go. I was
no longer clutching my stomach because of laughing so hard, I was now clutching
it because the pain became real. Of
course it could have been worse – I could be clutching my stomach due to the
fruit basket that Cammie had sent to Jason with the note stating “One of these has been poisoned. Enjoy.”
Classic Cammie right there. Her
story is up next and out of the two sisters she is the one that is slightly
quicker with her wit and one liners, so I anticipate another humor-ladled,
tension-filled read coming to me in the future. No need to rub my belly…this dog will be in
heaven already.
The Duet will be priced at $2.99 for two days post-release, then the price will bump to $3.99!
INSERT LINKS HERE!
“I can’t drink much tonight because I have that meeting with my record label in the morning,” I warned as we passed through the back entrance to the club and headed up a set of stairs that were used exclusively for the VIP level. Fun fact: one time I was going up those stairs when P. Diddy was coming down, and he totally touched my ass. Allegedly.
“Just to clarify: if you’re begging me for tequila shots at midnight, threatening to kill my first born if I don’t give them to you, I should still tell you no?” Cammie asked, just to ensure the boundaries were set. Better safe than sorry.
“That was one time and it was in Cabo,” I protested. “What else are you supposed to do in Cabo other than challenge a mariachi band to a tequila shot contest until the lead singer passes out beside a donkey?”
Cammie held up her hands and started listing off items. “I dunno— enjoy the beach, check out the museums and the culture—”
“That was a rhetorical question,” I interrupted as we made it to the top of the stairs.
As if by magic, the black curtain in front of us swept to the side, opening up an entire room of drunken debauchery before us. In one corner, a celebrity who shall remain nameless (we’ll call her Nennifer Janiston) was sucking face with a sexy man, and across the room two of the funniest women in comedy were doing body shots off of a waiter from the club.
“Welcome to the behind the scenes of Hollywood,” I whispered to Cammie.
I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors include Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I'm a comedy geek and love all things "funny". Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.
No comments:
Post a Comment