Series: God of Rock #2
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Erotic Rockstar Romance
Release: February 6, 2018
I am a liar. My words were poison and everything I touched got filthy. Except Iris.
She was the best part of who I was. The only bright spark in my dull, gray world.
But denial made me stupid and a cruel insult destroyed everything I hoped to have with the girl of my dreams.
Now I will crawl on my knees and grovel because sometimes, even rock Gods have to beg.
Dash may be a God of Rock, but at the beginning of Beg; in fact, throughout much of the second part of his and Iris’ journey, he finds himself on his knees begging Iris for a second chance, attempting to make amends for his rash decisions and actions, but as easy it was for his words and deeds to unravel any and all progress he’s made with Iris, it will be twice as difficult to get back the woman he loves and the man he was before his rockstar lifestyle destroyed everything in his life that mattered.
In Kneel, Eden Butler gave readers Iris’ point of view, allowing them to understand exactly what when wrong between her and Jamie and what their shattered relationship did to her view on life and love. In Beg, it’s Dash/Jamie’s turn to show readers what happened to him…the cross that he bears due to the choices he’s made when he became a rockstar and the ones he continues to make without truly thinking of the consequences or what it will cost him.
Without Dash/Jamie’s perspective, it would be quite easy to place the blame squarely on his shoulders…don’t get me wrong he definitely deserves readers’ disapproval because it’s impossible to condone some of the things he’s done, but it is never solely one’s person fault, so Dash’s point of view gives readers a chance for him to explain his thoughts…explain his downward spiral, recognizing where everything went wrong and attempting to find his way back to what’s important…what’s vital for him to move past all that has happened…to get back to living and loving life beyond his music, beyond the rock god he’s become – that stardom that has been both a blessing and a curse.
Beg focuses more on Dash/Jamie’s journey of redemption; he needs to find the old version of himself…find the boy/man he lost when he embraced the rockstar facade and crazy experiences. He can’t begin to win back Iris’ heart until he deals with his own issues because she won’t go back to the man Dash has been for quite some time, so unless he proves to himself that he doesn’t need to give into his bad habits…that he doesn’t need to be in the limelight at all times…that his love of family and his feelings for Iris overshadow his love of music, Iris will never give him a second chance.
Dash/Jamie is stripped bare in Beg; he has so much to make up for, and it’s clear that beginning that process is overwhelming and, at times, it seems impossible. As a reader, it’s difficult to witness all of the drama and turmoil that he goes through, even if a lot of it is his own fault.
I definitely enjoyed the conclusion of Dash and Iris’ story, but I do have to admit that I wished that they would have worked through things a bit earlier in the book so that the aftermath of all that happened between them illustrated just how far they’ve come and just what that means for their future together. It makes sense why Dash is front and center in Beg, but I wanted and maybe even needed some of Iris’ perspective in order to get a clear view on just how far they’ve come by the time their story ends.
Regardless of the few issues I have with Beg, Eden Butler’s storytelling and character development, once again, showcases her skills at creating emotionally charged plot lines and dynamically flawed characters, and I can’t wait for her next story!
4 Poison Apples
She was starlight, bright and brilliant and out of my fucking reach. There was a hardness to those beautiful features now, a glint of something distant I’d never be able to take from her face.
Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try.
“You good, mami?”
The endearment bothered her, had Iris jerking a glare my way and I couldn’t decide if I loved or hated it.
“Don’t.” It was all she said, all that seemed able to move beyond the anger and bitterness that had tightened the muscles around her mouth. I did that. I’d caused all that rage, all that venom. I should take it for the medicine it was; gulp it down because I deserved it. But Iris was my past, the sweetest and best part of who I hoped like hell I could be again. More than that, she was my end game, my forever more. I’d do anything to have her back, anything at all to deserve her again.
I took two steps—slow, careful, like she was a landmine easily triggered by the wrong words, the wrong look from me. The closer I came, the straighter her back went and I knew not to push. She hated me and I understood why. I got that I’d done something unforgiveable.
“If saying sorry was enough, it’d be the first thing I’d utter every time I opened my mouth.”
She kept silent, staring straight ahead, watching the nurses shuffle around their reception area, thumbing through files, answering phones. I could only watch her, profile sharp, face tense, but none of that lessened that beautiful lines of her face or the sweet swell of precise features that gave her the look of a statue—something formed with love and care, something far too beautiful for this ugly world.
Blinking brought images straight to my mind of Iris and me, her laughter, her smile and how many times I’d put it there; how often it was my words, my music, my jokes that kept her face lit up and sweet. But that had been a long damn time ago and I hadn’t been the cause of anything remotely similar to those expressions.
“Sorry means nothing,” she started, focus still on the movement of activity around us. “Especially when it comes alone.”
She nodded once and her voice was tight, the inflection shaking with what felt like anger to me. “Words are just words, sounds and syllables that fade to nothing. Actions. Deeds. Those are the things that matter.”
“Tell me what to do,” I said, moving closer than I should have, making Iris step away from me. “Please.”
Iris inhaled, wetting her lips with her tongue before she shot one sharp, furious glare at me. “Forget you know me and for God’s sake, Jamie, leave me the hell alone.”
The click of her boots sounded like slaps against my face as she moved down the hallway, further and further away, and I fought the urge to chase after her. Her hair was longer now, sliding against her back, grazing her waist as she moved. I wanted to tangle all that hair between my fingers. I wanted to know if that honeysuckle scent still hung in her hair.
“Sorry,” I told her, knowing she was too far away to hear me. “You can’t forget the only good you’ve ever known, mami.” I walked forward, scrubbing my face as I watched her. “Forgetting you is that last thing I’ll do.”
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
Please send help.