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First in a series — but this series is supposed to stop at two. How unusual is that? Unusual enough that I gotta comment on it!

Brave move, author Emma Scott!

Here’s the description:

“I would love you forever, if I only had the chance…”

Kacey Dawson has always lived life on the edge–impulsively, sometimes recklessly. And now, as lead guitarist for a hot up-and-coming band, she is poised at the brink of fame and fortune. But she is torn between wanting to be a serious musician, and the demons that lure her down the glittering, but alcohol-soaked path of rock stardom. A wrecked concert in Las Vegas threatens to ruin her career entirely. She wakes up with the hangover from hell and no memory of the night before, or how she ended up on her limo driver’s couch…

Jonah Fletcher is running out of time. He knows his situation is hopeless, and he’s vowed to make the most of the handful of months he has left to him. His plans include seeing the opening of his glass installation at a prestigious art gallery…they do not include falling in love with a wild, tempestuous rock musician who wound up passed out on his couch.

Jonah sees that Kacey is on a path to self-destruction. He lets her crash with him for a few days to dry out and get her head on straight. But neither of them expected the deep connection they felt, or how that connection could grow so fast from friendship into something more. Something deep and pure and life-changing…something as fragile as glass, that they both know will shatter in the end no matter how hard they try to hold on to it.

Full Tilt is a story about what it means to love with your whole heart, to sacrifice, to experience terrible grief and soaring joy. To live life with all its beauty, and all its pain, and in the end to be able to smile through tears and know you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

I like the parallel between what they have and glass. Nicely done! (but oh, those typos in the first paragraph! Susan is beating her head on things and given that she’s still got a concussion, this is not good.)

The opening here’s pretty cliched, no? Wild child living large, on the brink of stardom, about to throw it away because of the excesses… yeah, been there.

But to wind up on the limo driver’s couch? Didn’t his bosses teach him what to do with a drunk? Or is she that special? (I can maybe live with it if she is. Depends on how it’s done.)

And then we get that beautiful parallel with glass and oh, if you can come up with that, Emma Scott, I’m thinking maybe this isn’t just a romance, it’s something that ought to be taught in lit classes everywhere because that’s the sort of example I bet kids will get. Not white whales.

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