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I like it when titles aren’t necessarily Rock Fiction titles. Like this one. If We Were a Movie.

So what’s it about? Maybe it’s not Rock Fiction and I was lied to?

Music meets Movies in this sweet college romance from the bestselling author of Cinder & Ella.

NYU freshman Nate Anderson is a triplet who is desperate to escape his wild and crazy brothers. After they screw things up for him one too many times, Nate flees his housing situation and takes the first available room for rent as far from his brothers as he can get.

Enter his new roommate Jordan–a quirky LA girl who believes that everything in life has already been done in the movies. In this heartfelt tale of love, friendship and family, Nate learns how to deal with his new adult life using Hollywood films as a guide.

So… where’s the music?

If you read a few of the reviews (sorry Susan! But I had to know. I really truly did), it turns out Nate’s an aspiring musician. So there’s our music.

Not sure what to say about this except I’m curious about how music meets movies and what it all means.


Let’s just start with what this one is about. It’s a cool twist on a familiar plot.

Six-time Grammy Award-winning musician Kyle Hamilton has it all—money, fame, talent, good looks, and a job he loves. His only regret in life: walking away from a certain notorious virgin because he was too prideful, stubborn, and even afraid to give her the only thing she asked of him—his abstinence.

Four years and a broken heart later, Kyle realizes that sex isn’t everything, and he suddenly can’t stop thinking about the girl that got away. Virgin Val Jensen got under his skin like no one else ever has. He wasn’t ready for her then, but things are different now. He’s grown up, he’s learned a few things, and he’s finally figured out exactly what he wants, or, rather, who he wants.

Kyle Hamilton wants a do-over, and this time he’s willing to do—or not do—whatever it takes.

You know, I’m not even sure what to make of this. In my life, no one really cares if someone’s a virgin or not. I guess we all assume we’re not, since most of us have spouses and exes and years of living under our belts. And some have been spied on business trips in ways that make the rest of us gossip, if you know what I mean.  Except, we’re not gossiping about whether or not this is so-and-so’s first time.

So I’m not sure what the hoopla is about, really. Until I dug a bit deeper — thanks, boss, for sending half the story! — and realized this is the second half of a story that started in V is for Virgin. Maybe if you read them both and in order, it’ll make more sense. Heck, just reading the description, it makes more sense.

Either way, I’m intrigued despite my best intents. Not because it’s the whole virgin thing, but because of the battle of wills. That’s probably my favorite part of romance.