Series: Tragic Duet #1
Author: S.M. Shade
kid. The answer is simple. If it hurts, I pour music on it.After years of hard work, it’s finally happening. Tragic has a number one album
and we’ve gone from being discussed as one hit wonders to hearing words like
meteoric mentioned alongside our name.With two tours planned and another album on its way, we have a lot to look
forward to. Playing in a different city every night, the shimmer and roar of
the crowd, after parties and endless women.My lifelong dream is in the palm of my hand until one phone call leaves
everything hanging in the balance.
Ari’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
S.M. Shade is trying to kill me with that ending. HOLY FORKING SHIRT! Like, I cannot even with this ending. I need the next book so badly! I must know what happens with Axton and Naomi and I must know now! *insert dying emoji face here* I’m a sucker for rockstar romances and I flipping loved this book!
I love me some broken and broody characters and Axton was that and more. He’s our hero and rockstar in the story. The man clearly has issues and demons he’s fighting. Add to that a newly found baby he’s now to care for. Mot only does he have no clue how t care for a baby, but with his popularity on the rise there’s no time for him to even try. Cue Naomi the nanny.
I freaking loved Naomi! The woman is amazing. She’s so great with Axton’s son Caden and you can tell she truly cares about the baby boy. And although she’s caring and nurturing, she’s not a pushover and isn’t afraid to set Axton in his place. Of course the chemistry and sexual tension between the two is intense! I was practically salivating for them to get together.
Seriously, READ THIS STORY!! Just buckle up for that ending because OH. MY. GOD. 5 stars!
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women’s panties. “We have some songs for you.” He pauses to let the responding
roar of the crowd die down. As it does, a woman wolf whistles, and he turns his
head to wink at her, making the audience lose it. Thunder booms again, and he
smiles. “You aren’t going to let some rain run you off, are you?” While
the cheers and screams drown out everything again, he steps back, motions to
Elliot and they begin to play.
was never in doubt, but this…I can’t even describe the experience. Everything
else falls away. It’s fully dark outside and he’s backlit by deep blue lights
as his voice raises goosebumps on my skin. The song builds and he moves around
the stage like he’s part of it, like every inch belongs to him. His face
contorts with such passion as he belts out the powerful chorus, then relaxes
when the verse resumes in his low, soulful croon.
makes. The drums kick in and the lights flash in tandem. His face is
illuminated in a spotlight as he sings the last verse with more intensity,
jumping and moving with the music as if he’s possessed by it.
seems to wrap around him, to cloak the entire crowd and pull everyone into that
space with him. Into a world where he’s all that exists.
managed not to despise. But who could fight against this? His voice is ecstasy
charged by summer thunder, sweet agony wrapped in desire. It holds the promise
of feverish love and whispered, filthy things.
understand it now. He’s chaos and calm, heady and all consuming.
coffee, love stories, sunshine, and men with full sexy lips, though not
necessarily in that order. A voracious reader since I sounded out my first
word, I started writing as a teenager and rediscovered my love of writing as an
adult. Originally from Indianapolis, I now live in a small Kentucky town with
my college age son.