When a tragic accident leaves Rhane Evans — lead vocalist for the rock band Fate’s Crazy — permanently unable to speak above a whisper and kills the love of her life, she moves across the state to pick up the pieces. Shattered, Rhane struggles to understand what happened the night of the accident, an accident everyone blames her for, even though she wasn’t driving the car.
Enter Ian Callahan. He’s the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian’s troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn’t in their cards.
He cupped my face with his rough hands, fingers calloused from years of guitar playing, and the passion in his eyes snapped and crackled between us. He shook his head, as though trying to clear his thoughts before he spoke again. His voice was deep, thick with emotion, “Ray, you’ll always have a little piece of my heart,” he said, suddenly serious. “Don’t ever leave me babe. A guy can’t live with part of his heart missing.” He pressed his lips lightly against mine and breathed a feather soft sigh across my skin.
“That’s just crazy talk right there,” I told him. “Everyone knows we’re a team, you and me. If this team ever broke up, it will be because you leave me. Probably for some bleached blonde bimbo with huge tits, if I know you.”
“Well, now that we’re going to be making some serious cash, maybe you can fix part of that equation,” he teased as his eyes dropped to my non-existent chest. “But, Ray, don’t ever fuck with the hair.” His fingers slipped around my neck, trailing down the middle of my back until he found the elastic holding the braid I always wore in my hair. I rolled my eyes, “No boob job for me, thank you very much.”
The twins blasted the van’s horn as they pulled into the parking spot next to us and the blaring echo effectively dissolved the tender moment between Dalton and me. The van’s driver’s door creaked open and Ronnie’s spider-thin legs planted on the concrete near Dalton’s small car. He bent at the waist and peered into the passenger side window cautiously at me. I scowled and mouthed what? He reached for the door handle while I unfastened the seatbelt and swung my legs out of the cramped car. At five-ten, without heels, I still had to look up to meet Ronnie’s eyes. With heels, when we stood toe-to-toe, my eyes were nearly level with his. I planted my hands on my hips and asked, “What are you gawking at?”
He shrugged sheepishly and grinned, “Since you two were still in the car, I didn’t know whether you were fighting or fucking.” I shoved at his scrawny shoulders playfully, “Stop! Please. You act like that’s all Dalton and I do.” By that time, Donnie and Dalton had joined us between the cars. Donnie piped up, “You have to admit, Rhane, he’s got a point.” I huffed. “That is so not true.” It was kind of true. The sexual tension between us was so strong that if we weren’t having sex, we often wound up fighting. It took a lot to get him mad, but once the fuse was lit, it wasn’t pretty. My temper was much quicker to rear its ugly head and was usually fueled by my insecurities.
Jealousy often caused the rages I’d been known to fly into. “I call group hug,” Ronnie held out his arms and the three of them wrapped their arms around me, cocooning me inside with their warmth and affection. “Aww, now see, that’s what I’m talking about. Love, sweet love.”
Dalton groaned and ducked out from under Ronnie’s arms, “Let’s get to the party before Ronnie breaks into ‘Kumbaya’ with all this sentimental crap.” “Dude, you wish you were as in touch with your sensitive nature as I am mine,” Ronnie protested with a laugh. “Chicks dig that shit.”
I am honored to be part of the blog tour for this book. When the story started I was hooked and couldn’t put it down. I was drawn to the relationship between Rhane and Dalton, the constant fighting, nipping back and forth and the make up sex. They were a disturbing yet adorable couple. Then their world comes crashing down around them. With the accident Rhane’s life will never be the same again. Within the first chapter the author had me so invested in this couple I was actually tearing up over Dalton and Rhane.
Then the book takes a different direction, as if we had started a new book with a new story plot. I went from falling in love with the golden couple to mourning the existence that they found themselves in. Rhane was a tough cookie, she certainly can’t be called a victim of circumstances, she was more of the outraged spit fire that every mother warns her son about.
In comes Ian and Emmy, a single dad who has a list of mistakes and damage from his past and Emmy, his sweet adorable deaf daughter. I don’t think Ian would have been able to break through Rhane’s walls had it not been for the craziness he had been subjected to in his past. In this part of the story what I admired the most was Rhane teaching Emmy to play the piano, even though Emmy would never hear the music she was creating.
The author did a wonderful job at taking us down so many different paths, this book felt like three stories all in one. You had the mad passionate rock star love story, the damaged young woman left behind now without her career, family, friends and voice. Left to start over again with nothing but a broken heart and a temper that would more than likely land her in jail and finally we crept into the world of redemption and new love. It was certainly a journey watching Rhane become whole again.
The same emotional intensity that we saw in the first chapter didn’t maintain throughout the whole book. As I stated earlier, this felt like three phases of life in one book, the emotional intensity changed along with the phase. I am not usually a fan of that, but the author made this work for us. I think the story itself called for the change of direction and emotions so we could really understand and care about Rhane. What was consistent though was the passion Rhane had inside, even if that passion ended up with her hand through a window and a trip to the ER, or sitting in anger management classes. The woman was on fire. I won’t say I lost my interest in the book because the author gave us characters from page one that I couldn’t help but fall in love with and care about. I won’t say this is a hot steamy love story, but it is a real, mature and deep meaningful love story. She gives us many things to think about regarding life, love, happiness and the feeling of purpose in life.
About the Author
Ten things about me:
1. I’m an only child.
2. I love dogs!
3. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa and lived in Iowa until January 2007.
4. I worked as a professional psychic reader for 2 years.
5. I’m a Pisces Sun, Leo Moon with Aquarius rising.
6. I’ve written 6 books and am in the process of brainstorming a 7th.
7. I don’t look or act my age!
8. I ran my first 1/2 marathon at age 50.
9. I love 80’s hair band music.
10. I’m a claims payment analyst for one of Fortune 500 Magazine’s “Top 100 places in America to work.
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