Thursday, June 18, 2015

Blog Tour: Beat by Vi Keeland

Meet Flynn and Lucky in this rock star romance!

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Dimpled smile of a boy
Hard body of a man
Sings like an angel
Fucks like the devil

I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.

At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall.  At twenty-five his body hovered over mine.  Every girl’s fantasy became my reality.  I was dating a rockstar.  Yet I was slowly falling for another man.  The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.   

Flynn Beckham was the opening act.
Dylan Ryder was the headliner.

What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?

I’ll tell you what happens.  Things get ugly. 

4.5 Fantastic Stars by Lisa Kane

I should walk away, not even go near the temptation. But living life without temptation is like having a heart that doesn't beat. And I'm a musician. I need a good strong beat. 

Let me state right up front; I am not usually a fan of cheating in books. However, every once in a while a story comes along and you think if I was one of the characters in this book, I would so be doing the same thing. That's how much I related to Beat. 

Luciana Valentine, "Lucky"  is 25 years -old, and is a co-owner of a popular bar named after her-Lucky's. Her parents were rock stars who divorced when she was 5. Her dad devoted his life to raising his little girl-her mom, Iris Nicks-not so much. Lucky had a beautiful voice, but her nerves would tend to get the best of her. But then she would see her dad in the audience and all would be fine. Up until her life changed in an instant and she could no longer sing in front of the public. But she's been content with running her bar and she's got a plan, kind of a twelve step program for fixing her singing issues. 

Flynn Beckham is gorgeous, talented and his band, In Like Flynn,  is just about to break out. He was in a reality show and was nominated by a magazine for one of America's most eligible bachelor awards, so he is making a name for himself. His band just got a gig opening up for Easy Ryder, one of the most iconic bands around, for their Wylde Ryde tour. His is absolutely devoted to his niece Laney and his sister Becca whose douche bag ex left her for his 22 year-old teaching assistant that he knocked up. 

When he stops into Lucky's for a business meeting, he's pretty god smacked at the site of Lucky. There are sparks firing all over between these two, and some flirty exchanges are ricocheting all over the place. 

Flynn goes back to the bar a few times looking for Lucky but hasn't spotted her. But at his business meeting with Dylan Ryder, in walks his girl-none other than Lucky! Flynn can't believe the irony in this and Lucky isn't thrilled with the situation either. She's been with Dylan a little less than a year. He's 10 years older than her and he was the subject of her teen age crush for years. His is the face whose posters hung all over her room. And now-he's her boyfriend. She can't believe that she is dating the guy who she idolized for years. But now that she's met Flynn... 

There is a lot of interaction between Lucky and Flynn. Dylan is on the road; Flynn is set to join them in 2 months. Lucky may not be able to sing anymore in public, but she is a voice coach at Dylan's label, Pulse Records. Flynn has some nodule throat issues that Lucky helps him try to overcome. Steamy, swoony, witty, humorous encounters that made me love these two together. The fact that Dylan is an egotistical jerk, who I suspect may be partaking at the groupie buffet he is bombarded with helped me overlook any discomfort I may have had between what was happening between Dylan and Flynn. While he told Lucky he was detained coming home on the night that Flynn and Lucky met, due to a "missed connection", he told Flynn, with a wink, that it was because he got a "last-minute proposition that was too good to pass up." See, total douche hat. 

Dylan somehow is under the impression that Flynn is interested in Avery, Lucky's partner in the bar.  But he tells Flynn that he knows Avery well and she's a c*#t. But he bets she's a hot lay and he wonders if he can talk Lucky into a little two on one action-see-double douche hat. 

The witty banter between Flynn and Lucky really makes this story. Both are quick witted and so in tune (notice the musical pun!) with each other.

"Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then."
Flynn's eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakeable.
"The guitar. I'd need to see you holding the guitar."

Things get complicated quickly. Flynn doesn't want to be someone that Lucky hides; he wants things out in the open and isn't worried about the consequences that might occur with his band and their gig opening up for Easy Ryder. Flynn is not someone who likes to sneak around, or be the one who has to hide. He wants things out in the open. He wants to be able to publicly show his feelings for Lucky.

"I'm not the other guy."

Lucky is torn between the feelings she had for Dylan when she was an adolescent and her adult feelings for Flynn. 

My stomach churns with a mix of guilt and grief. i don't trust my own judgment anymore. From the moment I laid eyes on Dylan so many years ago, I fell deeply. But my feelings have never grown. Whereas, every day I fall a little deeper for Flynn. Do I really not know the difference between infatuation and love at twenty-five? 

I adored this book! Flynn is the type of guy every girl should meet-loyal, sexy, talented, honest-I kept holding my breath every time reading that Dylan was pawing at Lucky in front of Flynn. I knew one of these times he had to break and take out his frustration between the legs of some back stage skank. How could any hot guy refuse what is pushed in his face day after day? I was so frustrated with Lucky-here's the guy you should be with instead of that deceiving douche you have tied yourself to!! 

But then where would be the conflict, the angst, the "who will she choose" if choices were so easily made? Dreaming of being with someone you put on a peddle stool for years and finding that your dreams came true is overwhelming. But letting go of that dream to be with someone you barely know-now that is the stuff that makes up a great story!

Read this one, love it, get over the cheating because in the end to quote Flynn's favorite saying, 

"Everything happens for a reason."


Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard.  The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips.  I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time.  I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.
“So.  Give it to me straight.  What am I doing wrong?”
Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see.  Everything was perfect.  Don’t change a thing.  Shit.  “Could you do it again?  Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while.  So the sounds are less familiar to your body.  Sometimes that can give me a different view.”  At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.
He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe.  “Hmm…your posture is great.  Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords.  Your alignment is perfect.”
“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect.  I was already basking in the glow.”
“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect.  Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”
“It isn’t the way I normally sing.  On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder.  Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”
“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”
Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.
“The guitar.  I’d need to see you holding the guitar.
“That’s a shame.”  He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face.  “But okay.  It’s your call.  Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”
“How big of you.”
“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”

I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work.  She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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