Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
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From New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, comes a hot new rock star romance that will sweep you off your feet and leave you with a smile.
The rumors are true. At least where I’m concerned.
Drummers hit it harder and do it better.
Women love me and I love them. But I like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body. Not so surprisingly, I’ve been called cocky a time or two. What can I say? We can’t all be boy scouts.
Nikki Faris has thrown off my rhythm. With her red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour.
She loves to give me a hard time when all I want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard—time right back.
Tulsa Crow can save his pick up lines, great eight-pack abs, and cute dimples to use on someone else. My band earned their spot on The Resistance’s tour just like The Crow Brothers. I’m not going to blow it getting sidetracked by a cocky rock star that wants to sleep his way through the states. I’ve been called a name or two, but easy isn’t one of them.
But the best intentions with him turn into a walk of shame for me. Only, I don’t feel shame. Instead, I’m doing the very thing I said I wouldn’t—falling for a playboy.
We make sinful music when we’re on the road, but what happens to our melody when the tour ends?
I’m a sucker for cocky drummers; I think my obsession stems from my love for Mal Ericson from Kylie Scott’s Dive Series. So, when S.L. Scott introduced readers to the Crow Brothers, I knew that the youngest brother, Tulsa, would be the one I would gravitate towards and want to know everything about because there’s just something about the musical rhythms that drummers make that perhaps provides some insight into these complicated musicians.
Tulsa Crow is the quintessential rock star…at least the part of himself that he allows people to see; he revels in the attention he receives, not only for his band’s music but for his hot body and sexy disposition. But the drummer who believes he’s God’s gift to both women and music has met his match in one soulful singer, which means that as much as Tulsa wants to get Nikki Faris underneath him, if he continues to be the walking stereotype for manwhore musicians, he’ll never know what kind of music they can make together.
Nikki is just the independent and stubborn woman to tame Tulsa’s impulsive behaviors, but that’s not something she can see herself doing, not only because it’s frowned upon to mix business with pleasure due to the fact that they’re both part of opening bands on The Resistance Tour, but also because she doesn’t see things working out for herself by getting in too deep with a guy who has never wanted anything lasting when it comes to the opposite sex.
Tulsa doesn’t follow the rules but starting anything with Nikki is not only ill advised, but it’s forbidden as well and the fact that their relationship has to be kept secret doesn’t bode well for any kind of solid foundation. But despite the fact that they both seem to know the score, their attraction to one another doesn’t seem to want to dissipate, which means that even though both Tulsa and Nikki are putting too much on the line, they can’t keep their hands off each other once they finally give into what’s been building between them for quite some time.
The interesting thing about what develops between Tulsa and Nikki is the fact that I would consider their relationship a slow burn, which is a bit ironic given Tulsa’s fast and easy attitude when it comes to the opposite sex; I thought it would just move on to the next girl when Nikki wouldn’t give into his charm, but I should have known that his initial reaction to her wasn’t anything like he’s experienced, which means that the length of his commitment to making Nikki his is not going to follow the same timeline as his earlier conquests.
The fact that members of The Resistance have cameos throughout Tulsa works really well, especially because the band has been in the business for quite some time and can pass on words of wisdom and advice, which makes it almost like they’re paying it forward, helping other up-and-coming bands make it big.
There are quite a few plot lines occurring at the same time in Tulsa, which definitely keeps readers on their toes; for some reason, I didn’t expect there to be suspense or twists and turns in the story, but that is exactly what S.L. Scott gives readers in the youngest Crow brother’s story. And, because she expertly merges all parts of the story line together, none of the events or situations seem out of place, which adds even more depth to the book.
Two Crow brothers down, which means Rivers’ story is the only one left and based on what his two brothers had to endure, it will be interesting to see what happens in his story…one thing is for sure, there’s plenty of passion, music, and camaraderie to come.
4.5 Poison Apples
Nikki Faris is amazing.
Not only is she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
Nikki Faris is mesmerizing.
The way her head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
Nikki Faris is the sexiest woman I’ve ever spent time with, and I haven’t even slept with her.
Her denim skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because I’m just starting to earn her trust.
But then she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
Chuckling, I reply, “You got yourself drunk, Faris.”
Suddenly, her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
“Soap and sweat, sweetheart.”
“Tulsa. Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
I laugh again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny drunk.”
“I am,” she replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase sleeping with the enemy?”
“I have.” I touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind her ear.
The bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it first. “My treat.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
I do a double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name for other reasons cross my mind.
She doesn’t answer, which is probably best.
About the Author
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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