Posts Tagged ‘Is it really Rock Fiction?’

Here’s a series that’s not too old; I know I’ve been finding a lot of gems that have slipped past our careful watch. But this one came out in November, it looks like the second is already out, and there are two more scheduled, although as I’m writing this, there’s not a lot of detail about them.

The first in the series is called All the Ways You Saved Me, and other than guitar-roughened fingers, I’m not sure how much Rock Fiction this really is. But I’m curious to read it and find out! Here’s why:

Bianca Easton is the perfect senator’s daughter.

Law school? Check.

Camera-ready smile? Check.

A dull and boring existence? Double check.

But that was before. Before she lost her best and only friend in a tragic accident. Before she found that friend’s unfinished bucket list. Definitely before she turned her life upside-down by deciding to stay in New York for six months to finish it.

It’s while she’s checking off her first item on the list–buy coffee for a stranger–that she meets Ian Mathis. Between the tattoo sleeve curling up his right arm, his guitar-roughened fingertips, and the secrets shadowing his past, he’s a complication Bianca doesn’t need but desperately wants.

With every item they cross off the list together, Bianca uncovers a piece of herself that she’s buried under what’s expected, all the while breaking her own rules by falling hard for Ian. But when her six months run out, Bianca has to decide if she’s willing to risk her empty but picture-perfect life for a chance at real, messy love.

I like the idea of the friend’s list, and the need to finish it, and how it pulls Bianca out of her staid life. And I’m curious about this Ian dude, too.

I know I’ve ranted about this one before. It’s not rockstar. It’s rock star. Two words. (Susan’s rubbing off on me, and not in good ways.) Actually, I’ve ranted twice.

SO glad people bother to care. Not over what I say, but over what’s RIGHT. Because when you get the basic shit wrong, you just look dumb. Or sloppy. Lazy.

Nothing good.

Anyway, on to today’s coveting book. Rockstar Daddy, by Taryn Quinn. Yes, the title’s going to make me go batshit every time I have to face it.

Badass rockstar hiding out in his isolated cabin in his hometown before his career blows up…biggest cliché ever.

Hot as hell chick who wrecks her car in my ditch? Ditto.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and we’re trapped together in a snowstorm. Hot chick is the small town sweetheart, but she’s honest and fun in a way I never expected.

She doesn’t know I’m a rockstar. So I lie to her. Because she’s seeing me for me, not the money or fame.

We end up naked. The night is incredible, the best of my life. Until I break her heart.

I’m not good enough for her. Not even close. But she makes me yearn…for everything.

Now this badass rockstar is going to be a daddy. And I need to convince the good girl to be mine.

For keeps.

Is that a metaphor? Hot as hell chick who wrecks her car in my ditch?

Asking for a friend, of course.

So is this really Rock Fiction, or is his career a convenient plot device?

This one looks like a standalone… let’s get to it.

One of America’s most reclusive rockers, Ryder Vaughn, gets an unusual sentence handed down to him. The judge, hoping to teach him the value of human life, sentences him to ten months of community service at Reach Within Centre for individuals with special needs. Ryder is convinced that, if he isn’t crazy already, he will be by the time his sentence ends. However, his only other option forfeits his band’s livelihood.
Five minutes after stepping into the centre, his entire life changes when he meets a gorgeous, little spitfire who will challenge everything he has ever believed about himself and the world around him.

Francesca’s devotion has always been to her family, friends, and the job she is passionate about. Her life hasn’t been easy. She sacrifices a lot for the ones she loves and for her dream to visit Italy.
Then Francesca finds herself in a desperate situation, and the tattooed beast who is serving his debt to society must save the headstrong woman from a secret that could destroy her. In turn, Francesca teaches Ryder, if you love something enough, it’s worth fighting for.
Ryder knows he isn’t worthy of love, but this incredible beauty makes him want it.
Ryder can save Francesca from her secrets, but can she save him from his? Is Ryder strong enough to endure the kids she loves and her crazy Italian family?
Ten months can fly by or it can last an eternity.

Okay, so first, if you go to Goodreads, check out the cover. Can’t say it does anything for me. Well, not true. It kinda turns me off. Like, a lot. So maybe no kinda involved in this one. Susan says I ought to own it, so here goes: this cover. Doesn’t do it for me.

Then we’ve got the comma problems in the description.

We’re not off to a good start.

We don’t know what Ryder did to wind up in court and need to be sentenced. Not a clue! Is it something unredeemable? Is it something minor? Is he getting a break ’cause he’s One of America’s most reclusive rockers?

And why the hell do these two have to save each other? Why can’t they find the strength to save themselves? Why can’t loving someone mean wanting to heal yourself?

Is this one of those reads where the characters’ professions don’t even matter?

Maybe I’m just in a crappy mood today. It happens. But all the reviews (and there aren’t many) are five-star, and that’s yet another red flag.

Just… I’ll read it, and with an open mind, at that. (Or, as open as my mind ever is)

But from what I see here, right now, I’m not optimistic.

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This is the second in a series, but it’s the only Rock Fiction entry (so far; the third was just released on Valentine’s Day, so who knows how many more there will be?). Sounds pretty solid.

Jenny Dawson moved to Nashville to write music, not get famous. But when her latest record goes double platinum, Jenny’s suddenly one of the town’s biggest stars—and the center of a tabloid scandal connecting her with a pop star she’s barely even met. With paparazzi tracking her every move, Jenny flees to a remote mansion in Louisiana to write her next album. The only hiccup is the unexpected presence of a brooding young caretaker named Noah, whose foul mouth and snap judgments lead to constant bickering—and serious heat.

Noah really should tell Jenny that he’s Preston Noah Maxwell Walcott, the owner of the estate where the feisty country singer has made her spoiled self at home. But the charade gives Noah a much-needed break from his own troubles, and before long, their verbal sparring is indistinguishable from foreplay. But as sizzling nights give way to quiet pillow talk, Noah begins to realize that Jenny’s almost as complicated as he is. To fit into each other’s lives, they’ll need the courage to face their problems together—before the outside world catches up to them.

This reminds me of something else I read recently, Dream Maker — but only because we have new kids to Nashville who want to be songwriters, not performers. After that, the stories each take their own path.

But here’s a thing. In the first paragraph, she’s a songwriter — or so it seems. “to write music, not get famous.” That says to me she’s there to write songs, not get famous. The way to get famous is to sing those songs.

But in the next paragraph, she’s now a “feisty country singer.”

So which is it? And most important, does the Rock Fiction get lost when the love interest shows up?

So I’m confused and as usual, there’s only one way to find out… gotta read this puppy.