Even though Feverish is part of Jade C Jamison’s Bullet series, I’ve seen people talking about this one particular book lately, so I figured I’d talk about it, too. Why not, right? If it gets more eyes on a good book and helps an author make some bucks, I’m all for that.
Here’s the description. I’m warning you now: it’s a “works for the band” trope, and you know how I feel about those.
Clayton “Jet” Smith has enjoyed acting the part of rock star god bad boy since his breakup with rock goddess Valerie Quinn. He’s racking up quite a score playing the field, and he has no plans to settle down anytime soon. His biggest problem these days is meeting his obligations, because he’s so busy having fun, he forgets the important things.
To help him out, he hires recent graduate Emily Brinkman to be his personal assistant, and he quickly finds a fire burning in his belly for her. There are two problems, however. The first is that Emily is engaged to be married, a fact that leaves Jet unfazed. The second problem isn’t so easy to surmount, though. Emily is disgusted and unimpressed by both sides of the man.
Will Clay find a way to persuade Emily to try him out, not just for one night, but for all time?
Feverish moves the Bullet story forward. You don’t want to miss this one!
So you know what else bugs me here? Emily doesn’t like anything she sees in Clay, or Jet (hey, nice name. But it’s so nice, *I* don’t need another one. Why do you?), or whatever his name really is. This kinda moves into creep territory, with him doing what he can to win her over. And that… it bugs me. Could be a trigger for some.
It’s gonna come down to how this is handled. What doesn’t Emily like? Is it valid, or is she projecting something onto this dude that maybe isn’t there? Why doesn’t she like him, and what can Clay or Jet or whatever his name is overcome this — and why the hell should he? He’s seen a pretty face. He wants. She’s not playing. Why doesn’t he move along?
I have reservations, folks. I want them to go away and for this all to make sense when I read it — and you better believe I want to read it — and for all my worries to be stupid and pointless.
That’s what I want. Can I have it in this book, please?