Title: Wicked White
Author: Michelle A. Valentine
Release Date: June 23, 2015
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Summary
After his mother dies, rock star Ace White—lead singer of the red-hot band Wicked
White—is done with the celebrity game. The phony people, the meaningless
one-night stands: he doesn’t want any of it anymore. Quitting in the middle of a
sold-out tour, Ace sets out to find some place—any place—where he can be
alone.
Aspiring singer Iris Easton’s life has never been easy. First, her mother walked out on
her when she was a kid. Now she’s buried in debt, weeks after losing her beloved
grandmother. When a mysterious and sexy new guy moves in next door, Iris can’t
help but be drawn to his soulful gaze. She can tell there’s something from his
past haunting him—something he’s not telling her.
Just as Ace starts falling for Iris, the media go on a worldwide hunt to find the
missing rocker. Will true love conquer all, or will the truth be the very thing
that tears the couple apart?
Globug's Review
Lead singer Ace White has learned that fame may not be worth what it's cost him. When faced with losing the one person, his foster mother, that ever cared for him he doesn't think twice about leaving it all to be at her side. Her death leads Ace to seek a place where he can be alone with his grief. New name, new hair style, and a clean shave are just the beginning of his plan to get away from his celebrity.
Ace finds the perfect place to hideaway. It's a small trailer park in a small town with no internet. The only potential problem is the landlord. He is instantly attracted to Iris. Though it seems they are from two different worlds you'll be surprised at just how much they have in common. In typical stupid man fashion, Ace decides that the best way to keep his distance from Iris is to be the biggest asshole possible. Only problem there is that it's not his true nature. He can't help but feel like he was meant to find Iris and help her.
Iris has dreams of performing on broadway. She had even moved to New York for two years trying to make that dream a reality. She's forced to return to her home when her grandmother dies leaving her to take over the management of the families small trailer park. Unfortunately she also inherits a large debt.
Their romance is doomed from the start. Neither had plans to stay in the small town. Iris is determined to be a star and Ace is running from his celebrity. They are a modern day Romeo and Juliet. They sacrifice themselves in hopes that the other one can find happiness but they lose each other in the process. That was the most frustrating thing about these characters and about the story as a whole. I was worried they would get their happy ending but that it wouldn't be with them together. I'm happy to say the author came through for me.
Excerpt
“Iris…that was amazing. You’ve got so much talent,” I praise.
Her green eyes light up with excitement like a child’s do on Christmas morning. “You
really think so? You’re not just saying that?”
“No. I never bullshit about music. You’ve definitely got the chops for Broadway, it’s
just…” I hesitate, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but I know that in order for her to get better,
she has to be told what she’s doing wrong.
she has to be told what she’s doing wrong.
She lays her hand on my forearm. “Please, tell me. I can take it. Promise.”
I stand beside her, so close that my chest nearly touches her shoulder. I’m itching to touch her,
but I won’t do it without permission. “May I touch you?”
but I won’t do it without permission. “May I touch you?”
She draws in a ragged breath and then nods. “Yes.”
I curl the fingers of my right hand around her right shoulder and pull back a little so that her
posture is perpendicular to the floor. At this angle, I can’t help but notice her heaving chest
and how her perky tits move in sync with each breath she takes.
posture is perpendicular to the floor. At this angle, I can’t help but notice her heaving chest
and how her perky tits move in sync with each breath she takes.
I slide my left hand against her toned stomach and my pinkie grazes the warm patch
of skin that’s exposed between her T-shirt and the waistband of her jeans.
Our contact is fucking electric, and my own breathing picks up speed as I attempt to
fight back the arousal I feel for her boiling beneath my surface.
“Everything about you is magnetic,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers at the words.
“Don’t be afraid to open your eyes and watch your audience enjoy you. Be confident and
project. Let go.”
project. Let go.”
I let go of her shoulder, and move to face her before pressing the repeat button on the machine. As the intro of the song plays, I say, “Do it again, but this time I want you to look at me.”
This time when she opens her mouth to sing, when she begins to tip her head down, I
slide my index finger under her chin and angle her head so that she’s forced to peer into my eyes.
Her words are just barely above a whisper, so I slip my hand back on her abdomen and
say, “Project--from here. Sing it like you mean it.”
It’s like lightening strikes this beautiful woman in my arms as she sings to me without fear. The words of the song come out effortlessly, and her voice could rival any of the greatest female vocalists of all time.
She’s that damn stunning.
I nod approvingly and smile. “Yes!”
With that little bit of encouragement, she shocks me even more when she pushes herself to hit notes that are above and beyond what she reached the first time.
Only on the last lyric does she close her eyes while she holds the note there until the music stops. She releases a contented sigh as soon as the music ends, and when her beautiful eyes meet mine again, they swirl with emotion.
Completely blown away, I fumble with the words to tell her just how impressed I am. “Iris,
that was--”
Without warning, she throws her arms around my neck and crushes her lips against mine. I
know kissing her back is wrong, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want her so badly at this point that I can’t stop myself from giving in. I’ve been so good with restraining myself when it comes to Iris, because protecting her from the chaos that I’ll bring her is what’s always been on the forefront of my mind.
Her fingers thrust into my hair, and I reach down and curl my hands around her thighs before hoisting her into the air. Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist, and I thread one of my hands into her tousled curls while the other is busy cupping that perfect ass of hers.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked into my trailer,” she breathes against my lips.
A thrill shoots through me at her admission of how long she’s wanted me. “You’ve
been driving me out of my mind from the moment I first saw you.”
“Then take me.”
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Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23304078-wicked-white
Author Biography
Michelle A. Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Rock the Heart. Wicked White is the first novel in her Wicked White romance series. She attended college as a
drafting and design major, but her love of people soon persuaded her to join the nursing field. It wasn’t until after the birth of her son that she began her love affair with romance novels, and she hasn’t looked back since. When she’s not writing, she feeds her music addiction, dabbles in party planning, and expresses herself by working with arts and crafts. She currently lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her husband, son, and two beloved dogs.
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ReplyDeleteI've got this on my tbr pile. I freaking LOVE that cover.
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