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Shh. Don’t tell Susan that I picked this one up when it was free, so look for a review probably later than sooner ’cause she’s sent me a whole bunch of stuff. A lot of you authors are sending me stuff to read, and I love it! Keep it up!

Oh, wait. That means I have to keep reading and reviewing. Huh. Forgot about that part.

Anyway, here’s the book of the day. It’s the new one from Karina Bliss, who wrote What the Librarian Did, which Susan got to read and I haven’t had time to catch up with yet (see above for why).

This new one is called Rise. Here’s the description:

Rise – The redemption story of a rock star going straight(er) through the love of a good(ish) woman.

Acclaimed literary biographer Elizabeth Winston writes about long-dead heroes.
So bad-boy rock icon Zander Freedman couldn’t possibly tempt her to write his memoir.
Except the man is a mass of fascinating contradictions–manipulative, honest, gifted, charismatic and morally ambiguous.
In short, everything she seeks in a biography subject.
When in her life will she get another chance to work with a living legend? But saying yes to one temptation soon leads to another.
Suddenly she’s having heated fantasies about her subject, fantasies this blue-eyed devil is only too willing to stoke.
She thought self-control was in her DNA; after all, she grew up a minister’s daughter.
She thought wrong.

Rock star Zander Freedman has been an outlier–many would say an outcast–for most of his life.
But there’s no disaster he can’t overcome, from the breakup of his band to the inevitable damage to his reputation.
His Resurrection Tour is shaping up to be his greatest triumph–if his golden voice holds out.
Contracting a respected biographer is simply about creating more buzz. Elizabeth’s integrity is the key to consolidating his legacy as one of rock’s greats.
All the damn woman has to do is write down what he tells her. Not force him to think.
Or encourage the good guy struggling to get out.
And certainly not make him fall in love for the first time in his life.
Turns out he is scared of something: being known.

I like that our rocker, here, is feeling his power. And he doesn’t seem like much of an ass, although let’s face it: it’s part of the job description, and it’s part of the demands of the life, and it’s part of the structure of safety, too. It happens. But this guy?

Yeah, I’d like to spend time with him. Even though it’s yet another works-for-the-band trope. Sigh. I think it’s my least favorite because it’s the most used. Maybe it’s trope fatigue.