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Dimpled smile of a boy
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.
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.
Hard body of a man
Sings like an angel
Fucks like the devil
Dylan Ryder was the headliner.
Beat was the first book that I had read by Vi Keeland and it definitely won’t be the last.
The beautiful cover is what first drew me in, but once I read the blurb I knew that I HAD to have it. A love triangle between a girl and two rock stars? Hell yes. Count me in.
Luciana Valentine, aka Lucky, seems to have it all. Not only is she the co-owner of a wildly popular karaoke bar, but she also happens to be dating one of the biggest rock stars around – Dylan Ryder, lead singer of Easy Ryder. She grew up with his posters on her walls and after having been together for a year, she assumes she’s in love.
Then Flynn Beckham walks into her bar and she’s instantly drawn to him. He’s charismatic, insanely hot, and down to earth. When he joins the Easy Ryder tour, the two end up spending more and more time together. They have great chemistry but Lucky is torn and doesn’t know who she belongs with – the rocker that she’s adored for years or the guy who makes her heat beat just a little bit faster.
I was drawn into this book from the very first page. I immediately liked Lucky and thought she had spunk. Watching the way she was with her best friend and the way she handled the bar patrons, I just knew she was my kind of heroine. I did want to reach into the book and smack her a few times for the way she handled some things, and there were times that I wish she would have grown a backbone, but that’s okay. She’s human and we’re allowed to make mistakes.
Flynn was amazing. I loved him from the start and that love only got stronger as the story progressed. He was funny, caring, thoughtful, and hot. It was also very endearing to see how loving of an Uncle he was to his young niece. He definitely wormed his way into my heart and into a top spot on my book boyfriend list.
Dylan was a douche. I wish I could say kind things about him, but I can’t. He was so full of himself and I detested every single thing he did. I don’t know how Lucky stayed with him for a year. Maybe I’m just blinded because of how hard I fell for Flynn’s character, but Dylan just didn’t cut it for me.
I’d have to give Beat 4.5 I-will-read-you-again-and-again stars. It was definitely a great read and a book that I didn’t want to put down for a second. I was captivated by the characters and the story. There may have been some transitions from one scene to the next that I thought could have been a bit smoother, but nothing that took away from my enjoyment of the novel.
It made me laugh, it made me feel, and it made me fall in love. And holy crap! There were some swoon worthy and hot scenes in this book. I definitely recommend picking up a copy today.
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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