One day, I’m gonna sit down and make up a list of all the books titled Rock Hard. Even if they aren’t Rock Fiction and are erotica, or whatever else they might be about. Boulders. Volcanoes.
Of course, knowing me, I’ll go all drooly for the Rock Fiction titles and wind up coveting them all. I’m already abusing Susan’s GoodReads account like nothing doing.
Anyway, today’s Rock Hard entry is written by Kat Austen, and I know nothing about Kat, so someone besides me invite her over to introduce herself and talk about her love of Rock Fiction, or how she picked her rocker’s name, or anything else she might want to talk about.
There is ZERO description of this book over at GoodReads, in case you go looking for it like I did. It was an interesting search ’cause it seems our friend Kat isn’t Kat. She’s really a hidden, cloak-and-dagger author who sits on New York Times Best-Seller lists in her other persona. Frankly, I don’t feel like doing the sleuthing to figure out who she is. I just wish she’d put up a description of her book at GoodReads.
But I yanked it off Amazon:
First loves don’t last. Especially one as unlikely and turbulent as Elodie and Caspian’s.
It’s been years since she’s seen the rough rebel she fell in love with as a teen. She’s put him behind her and moved on. That’s the story she tries to sell her friends and family, but deep down, she knows it’s a lie. She hasn’t moved on from Caspian Cruz and she probably never will, but she has to finally give up hope they’ll ever reunite.
Or does she?
When her friends drag her to a sold-out rock concert, she comes face to face with the lead singer . . . who just so happens to be the boy she fell for all those years ago.
She never thought she’d see him again. She never realized he’d made it in the music world. And she never expected him to confess that he’s been waiting for her as long as she’s been waiting for him.
What will happen when their worlds collide again? A repeat of the past or a second chance to get things right?
ROCK HARD is a short and sexy read, chock-full of excessive sweetness and heaps of filthy talking. Not for the faint or square of heart.
I can live with the loved forever trope. It’s sweet. But you get dragged to a concert by your friends and you don’t research them to see who you’re going to see? What if they took you to some band you hated and you’d have known that going in, and your friends would have spared themselves your utter bitchiness at being made to listen to some Limp Bizkit wanna-be and could have taken someone who’d have liked what was going on, instead?
Well, then we wouldn’t have a story. Or we’d have a different one ’cause this whole thing hinges on the surprise of seeing each other. And that’s fine, too.
I’m curious. Why did they wait for each other? Will they like who the other has turned into over the years? I mean, yeah, this is a romance so we know there’s a HFN or an HEA in the works, but… does it really work like that?
But that’s what makes romance so great. Things like trusting your friends and not outgrowing the love you’ve waited for… those happen in fiction.
Too bad they don’t happen in real life.