Thursday, June 30, 2016

Release Blitz: Having Hope by Tabitha Vargo



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one’s promised tomorrow. And Chet Rhodes, the drummer of Blow Hole, is all
about living for today. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll ... anything to help him
forget his deadly secret and keep him detached. But when he meets Hope, a
bitchy brunette with sarcastic wit and a deadly right hook, his carefully
constructed defenses break down. For the first time ever, he wants more than a
one-night stand.
Iverson holds a secret that could potentially destroy everything she's built.
Hardened with a short fuse, her past has left her emotionally unavailable. That
is until the charismatic drummer for Blow
Hole bursts into her life. His smart mouth has the ability to make her smile,
and his inked body makes her feel things she’d rather not. But scars leave you
changed, and Hope isn’t sure there’s enough of herself left to give.
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4 Stars
Review by Jen Hagen

I love the Blow Hole series.  In fact, I would have to say it is one of my favorite rock and roll series.  Every single character has a flawed past and I love how they redeem themselves in love.  It always warms my heart to read a broken character finding love and redemption.   If there was one complaint I would have about this book is I for one would have liked to have known more about his abandoned childhood.  With the previous books we had more of a glimpse into their past, in fact Zeke (the first book) was just a teenager when the series first began.  Now the story has taken us over 5 years into the future from its inception and Chet is the final character to get his story.

Chet loves women and he loves to screw them.  He also loves getting high.  A typical night for him post-concert is getting high and getting laid.  He has a lingering memory of a blackbird from the perfect woman.  No idea who the woman was, only that she left an indelible impression on him.  She was into him for who he was, not because of who he is.  She really understood him and didn’t care about his fame.  But when he awoke the next morning she was gone.  

Chet is struggling internally with the fact that all his band mates are finding love and starting families.  For some reason, Chet is adamant that he will NEVER get married or start a family.  I really felt sad for him when he would get down on himself.  He was hurting in so many ways.

I couldn’t keep this up.  There was no way.  I’d go f*cking insane if I didn’t get some form of relief soon.
Everything stopped…
The women.
The drugs.

Hope is a member of the all-girls band that is touring with Blow Hole.  Hope and Chet have always had a no-friendship zone.  They irritate the heck out of each other.  Of course it hasn’t helped that Hope has had to witness Chet and his sexual shenanigans on more than one occasion.  Hope keeps to herself and doesn’t reveal a lot about her past.  

I prided myself on the ability to contain my emotions, which weren’t many since I squashed anything I felt the second I felt it, but I was slipping.  Things were showing. My secrets were winning, and if I didn’t stop myself, Chet would soon know everything.  Everyone would soon know everything.  

Things are starting to get way too rocky between Chet and Hope, and it’s being noticed by the bands.  They need to get along for this tour to work.  Hey here’s an idea…Break the sexual tension that is obvious.

“Just once to get it out of our system,” I informed him.

Just like a candy commercial – you can’t stop with just one.  There are a few more times.  One thing Hope is constantly reminded of is consequences.  She has lived life with pain because of consequences.  She decides enough is enough…she’s going to reveal her secret to Chet.  His reaction is heartwrenching…

Tears worked themselves from my eyes and crept down the side of my face before rolling over the freshly shaved sides of my head.  I wasn’t much for crying.  I’d only done it a handful of times in my life, but the pain was ridiculous. 

Chet’s present-day story is very emotional.  Hope’s back story is painful.  Together it combines to be a beautiful love story.  

My heart was so full.  I’d never felt anything even remotely close to the things I was feeling, but I knew I was the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life.  

Hold onto happiness because you never know how long it’s going to last.  Ms. Vargo wrote from the depths of her soul with this book and I felt the empowerment of her words and healing.  Beautiful words told from dual points of view. 

“Are you ready to get your
ass kicked?” she asked over her shoulder with a grin.
She pulled her shirt over
her head, revealing a black tank, and I had to swallow past the desire that
rushed through me. She looked so fucking hot in only her boots, jeans, and a
tiny tank. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, but with tits like hers, she didn’t have to.
My mind went back to the
moment she was on stage in only her black sports bra. She was soaked. She was
sexy. And for the first time in a couple of days, my cock grew hard.
“Let’s see what you got.”
I stood to the side as
she sat behind my set. I didn’t usually let anyone play my drums, but I trusted
Hope with my babies. I’d watched her play. I knew she knew what she was doing,
and I also knew she respected her own set and would do the same with mine.
She spun the sticks
between her fingers, her glassy eyes all over me as she lifted a brow in challenge.
And then she brought the
sticks down and beat out a fresh rhythm I’d never heard before. It was fast
paced and strong, the percussion shaking the stage as she went crazy hitting
any and every spot on my set yet still somehow making it sound amazing.
Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes as she continued
to play, beating the drums unmercifully and turning me on beyond belief. Her
arms moved, the small feminine muscles popping out with her movements, making
the tattoos on her arms come to life.
I couldn’t do this with Hope.
I couldn’t let myself get into her. She was turning me on more than any woman
had in years. Not since my Blackbird five years earlier. 
Women were a dime a dozen
in my job. Hell, they were waiting just outside the venue ready and willing to
let me fuck them senseless, but I was moving past that bullshit. After
everything I’d been through since we started the tour, I needed relief. But I
didn’t want it from just anyone.
The more I watched Hope
play my drums, her arms flying and her eyes closed in ecstasy—the realization came crashing over me.
I wanted Hope. 
I wanted Hope the way I’d
wanted Blackbird for the last five years.
Watching her only
intensified my craving for her.
I wasn’t sure I could
control myself. I was feeling better, my painkiller finally doing its job, and
my head wasn’t being ripped apart. I could think about more than the pain for
once. I could think about Hope and how amazing she’d feel wrapped around me.
Moving from my spot, I
moved toward her. Her rhythm moved through me, vibrating my core and making me
feel even more alive. I didn’t stop until I was standing right beside her. She
kept her eyes closed; playing with so much beauty
it was breathtaking.
I reached out and took a
strand of her hair between my fingers, and the colors blended together when I
rubbed my fingers together. Her playing came to an instant halt, and I smirked
down at her when her eyes popped open,
and one of her sticks fell to the ground at my feet.
Sweat dotted the top of
her lip, and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Her expression was one of
happiness and release, and I knew playing did that for her. It did the same for
me, but I wanted to give her that look. I wanted to do it with my hands and my
mouth … my cock.
I moved closer, taking
her cheeks in my palms and spending a minute looking at her. I didn’t want it
to be like the last time I felt this way. Unlike with my Blackbird, I took the
time to remember everything about Hope.
I wanted to look at her face.
I wanted to look into her eyes and see
her when she came apart. It was going to be amazing. She was going to be
amazing. We were going to be a match sexually. But before anything could go
down between us, we would have to talk about it. I wanted to make sure she
understood it would be a one-time thing.
Before I moved in, I
wanted to be sure that this wouldn’t affect the tour.
“What are you doing?” she
I didn’t miss the catch
in her voice.
“I don’t know.”
And I didn’t. I didn’t
know where this was going or what I was doing. My body was taking control of
the situation, and I was letting it
I wasn’t much for
kissing. I’d probably kissed a handful of women in my time, but Hope’s pouty
lips called to me. She was begging me to kiss her without even opening her
I leaned down, ready to
taste her, but she placed her palm against my chest and stopped me.
“Wait,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I
suck at waiting.”
So I kissed her.
She tasted like the
night—liquor and sweetness with a touch of sin. It was wrong to taste her, but
I’d never been one to follow the rules. All the boundaries I’d set forth in regards to Hope were being
crossed, but when she began to kiss me back, her tongue moving against mine, I
didn’t give a fuck about any limitations.
Her mouth opened, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her
moan vibrated through me and shot straight to my groin.
I felt her pull back, so
I pressed for more, capturing her head in my hands and kissing her so deeply
that I was losing myself.
My head wasn’t pounding
anymore, but my heart was. It was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.
My blood moved through my body like a freight train, the horns whistling loudly
in my ears. I hadn’t felt this kind of excitement for a woman in years. Not
since my Blackbird.
I couldn’t stop.
I wanted more.



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