Series: Bad Boy Rock Star #1
Published by Self-Published on November 18, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
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Hannah Sorrento never planned to be a band manager. She’s a princess. The toughest obstacle she’s had to face is finding shoes to match her outfit.
Then her father disappears and she’s left with only the money in her purse and a contract for the management of hot, indie rock band, STORM. She plans to sell the management company, one or another, then head back to law school with her designer wardrobe and wait for this whole mess to blow over.
But lead singer, Jack Colt, has other ideas and he’s messing with Hannah’s head. Not to mention her heart.
With the help of crazy rock chick, Angie, Hannah sets the band on their first steps to the big time and learns that poor people can have a lot of fun.
But this isn’t some game she can escape from and soon her secrets get exposed.
He’s arrogant and infuriating but he’s the one that’s there for Hannah when her world comes crashing down. With secrets of his own, will Jack Colt save Hannah or destroy her?
Sassy, sexy and over confident Hannah Sorrento was this spoiled rich girl that everyone thought had it all. Come to find out all of that wealth was completely wiped out by her own father.
Rather than wallowing in self- pity she takes it upon herself to take control of the situation and tries to pick up the pieces that her father left behind. She decides to become the pseudo manager of the rock band “Storm.” Of course she had no clue what she was doing. She has never even heard their music but does this stop her? Nope, she is determined to succeed any way she can. It however doesn’t come easy as she would have thought. From the very start she is meeting resistance from the band members – lead by one hot and sexy Jack Colt.
Jack exudes this tremendous amount of charisma and as much as Hannah denies her attraction the chemistry is undeniable. She tries to fight the inevitable but how can she when she is spending more and more time around him as their manager. She doesn’t need another complication in her life right now. What she needs is to get herself back together. Kind of hard to do though when at every turn Jack is there obscuring her priorities.
While I appreciated the concept of this book… there were components that left me unsatisfied. Yes the first half of the book was intriguing. I wanted to know how Hannah and her father earned their riches and why they lost it all within a blink of an eye. When I finally got to that point the rest seemed to fall apart for me.
I did enjoy the character building on Hannah’s part. Yes, she was quite annoying in the beginning but as the story progressed I liked her personality more and more. With Jack I still feel a bit puzzled about him. There were some details that were glossed over which I’m hoping the author touches more on in the next book. I am also confused about the title “Bad Boy” Rock Star. Yes, he’s a rock star but i don’t see anything that was bad about him.
Needless to say, I did enjoy how new friendships were built in this story particularly this relationship between Hannah and another one of the band members. I thought they were getting along just great then out of the blue this particular guy unexpectedly losses interest. Do we find out why? Not in this book.
I would say that the chemistry between the main couple was more than adequate. The ” i don’t need you”, “I don’t want you” aspects generated a decent amount of tension that kept me interested. However, every single time they start getting busy… just when you think that everything finally falls into the right place they get interrupted. Talk about getting blue balled!
On top of all the issues I had above…the story ends with one giant cliffhanger.
Did I enjoy writing and the storyline? Somewhat.
Would I be reading the next installment? Oh yeah.
Would I recommend this book? As of right now, without an announcement as to when the second book is being released, probably not
I would suggest waiting closer to the release date of the second book before reading this one or you might be left feeling how I feel right now…. frustrated.
“Come on, let’s go for a drink.”
“Why are you Mr Friendly all of a sudden?”
He grinned at me, in that way that totally disarmed me. How could he go from being so surly to so charming?
“If you’re sticking around, we may as well get to know each other.”
My common sense told me that I did NOT want him wanting me to stick around but the fibres of my being tingled. You can’t really turn down a drink from a guy who’d saved your life without looking pretty damn ungrateful.
I walked with him to a bar so dark and dingy, it took a while for my eyes to adjust after the glare outside. He strode over to the bar and ordered us both beers.
“I’ll get it. You know, to say thank you.” I didn’t want to make eye contact with him so watched the woman behind the bar. It wouldn’t take much to believe she had a bat hidden away in case of trouble and it would take nothing at all to imagine her using it.
“I’ll get this one, you can get the next round. Let’s play pool.”
He punched me on the arm as though I were his best buddy. The happy part of me struggled with the part that waited for this all to fall apart.
“You know how to play?”
I shook my head. “No idea. Where would I have learnt to play pool?”
“Just watch me and learn.”
He put his money in the slot and the balls plonked down. Then he got the triangle and set them up.
I nodded and sipped my beer.
He took his shot and potted a big ball then took another and missed. He thought he was so good.
“Why don’t we have a bet on the game?” I asked. “Isn’t that what people do? In movies and stuff?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to bet with a beginner.”
“It’s okay. Just something friendly-like, to make it more interesting.” I put my head on the side and smiled at him, all innocent and beguiling.
“Okay. If I win, you tell me the truth about why you’re managing the band.”
I drew my lips into a tight line and looked away from him.
“I guess that’s okay, but you have to tell me why such a bad boy rock star lives in that apartment –”
“It’s a shithole old warehouse.”
“It’s worth a bomb. I know real estate and that place can’t be cheap. And that car of yours, it’s not within the means of a rocker playing dive bars either.”
He shrugged and looked away but his little subterfuge didn’t work on me. There was money
there somewhere and you couldn’t hide it.
“Fine. Loser spills the beans.” He drained his beer.
I grabbed the cue, gripping it tightly and walked around the table, deciding where to shoot from. I finally settled on a spot and leaned over the table, propping the cue on one hand while gripping it in my right.
“Wait, let me show how to hold it. Otherwise this’ll be like taking candy from a baby.”
He unpeeled my fingers from the end of the cue and adjusted them then leaned over me to correct my other hand. The heat of his body rubbed against mine and I could smell that same citrusy scent I’d noticed when I’d woken up in his bed. With his arms around me like that, I could barely think. I was sure the beating of my heart ricocheted right through him. I ordered it to stop. I would not react to his closeness to me. I didn’t feel a thing, he could rub against me all he liked, he could leave his hand lingering on my mine and his lips just millimetres from my ear. It did nothing whatsoever.
I squirmed away from him.
“I think I can manage on my own,” I said, my voice choking.
I hit out, sending the balls flying. My red ball stopped just near the far pocket.
“Oopsies,” I said. “I really thought that would go in.”
“Better luck next time.”
I went to the bar to get more beers while he took his shot.
He’d sunk a couple of balls while I’d gone but had done no real damage.
A few shots later and he’d sunk most of his balls but I had mine covering the pockets.
“Are you sure you haven’t played before?” He narrowed his eyes, appraising me.
“Huh? I’ve not even got one ball in yet. I thought I’d at least have beginners luck.”
I tried to look upset, even stuck my bottom lip out in a pout, but he’d begun to get suspicious. No help for it then, I might as well finish this game off.
I walked up to the table and potted my balls one after the other. As I lined up the black to finish the game, he stared at me.
“You bitch. You pool-sharking bitch.”