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Susan and I were tossing e-mails back and forth the other day, talking about Nalini Singh and this series. We’ve been coveting it for a long time now, but neither of us has made a move to read it — and we should. We were debating who gets to do it, but we haven’t reached an agreement yet. At least we’re talking about picking it up!

So here’s the next in the series. The fourth or fifth, depending on how you count the one listed on Nalini’s website as 1.5. At any rate, it’s more than a trilogy. Sounds like this one can go long — although what’s that middle book doing there? The one that has nothing to do with rock stars?

Here’s the description:

After a lifetime of longing for a real family, Sarah Smith thought she’d finally found her home with rock star Abe Bellamy, even if she knew Abe didn’t love her the way she loved him. But their brief relationship, filled with tragedy and heartache, nearly destroyed her. Alone, emotions in turmoil, and already shaky self-esteem shattered, Sarah struggles to pick up the pieces in the wake of their divorce.

Abe knows he’s to blame for the end of his marriage. Caught in a web of painful memories, he pushed away the best thing in his life – the sexy, smart woman he adores – breaking them both in the process. Then fate throws him a second chance to get things right, to prove to Sarah that she means everything to him. Abe desperately wants that second chance at love…even if he knows he doesn’t deserve it.

But can he convince Sarah – now strong and independent without him – to risk her wounded heart one more time?

We’ve seen second-chance romances before, but this one? Sounds… heavy. Angsty. And with a heaping dose of redemption.

I can’t speak for Susan, but I’m hoping I win the battle over who gets to read this series because man, this one sounds like it’s made for me.


Now, I’ve been kinda disappointed by the plotlines of the first two Rock Fiction books Nalini has written. (Rock Courtship here and Rock Addiction here.) But she sells something like billions and trillions of books and people love her and she’s supposed to be a fabulous writer, so maybe she can pull it off. After all, Rock Fiction is about the execution more than the idea.

So what’s this next one about?

Kit Devigny could have loved rock guitarist Noah St. John. Their friendship burned with the promise of intense passion and searing tenderness…until the night Noah deliberately shattered her heart.

Noah knows he destroyed something precious the night he chose to betray Kit, but he’d rather she hate him than learn his darkest secret. All he has left is his music. It’s his saving grace, but it doesn’t silence the voices that keep him up at night. Chasing oblivion through endless one-night-stands, he earns a few hours’ sleep and his bad boy reputation.

When a media error sees Noah and Kit dubbed the new “it” couple, Kit discovers her chance at the role of a lifetime hinges on riding the media wave. Wanting—needing—to give Kit this, even if he can’t give her everything, Noah agrees to play the adoring boyfriend. Only the illusion is suddenly too real, too painful, too beautiful…and it may be too late for the redemption of Noah St. John.

Depending on the secret, we finally have a plot worthy of the reputation of Nalini! I was hoping that if we waited long enough, it would show up and it looks like it might have.

THIS is the one I want to read first, even though it’s the third in a series.


ANOTHER Rock Fiction from Nalini Singh? Susan wasn’t keen on the plot of the last one, and I have to say that this one, the start of a new series, doesn’t exactly set my pyro aflame. You know what I mean?

Here. See why.

A bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a little risk…

Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could become an addiction.

A one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s all it was meant to be…

Fox promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that, he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date. No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…

What this doesn’t tell you is that Molly is a librarian. Back to that old trope again! I told Susan she has to write a good librarian book. She said she has a librarian character in mind and needs the time; can I do more over here? Like I don’t do enough already?

So we’ve got the one-night stand that turns into forever, the tattooed bad boy rocker… at least we don’t have the groupies.

Reviews for this are mixed over at GoodReads, and the bad ones are really entertaining. One mentions a fifteen-million dollar trust fund that will triple in ten years. Wow. That’s an awful lot of disposable income there, a hell of a way to make sure she’s not a gold-digger, and a financial planner who’s so good, Susan’s drooling and hoping he’d be helpful to someone with fifty cents to her name.

I gotta read this one, for sure. And I’m dying to know where the rest of the series goes. ‘Cause based on these two, it’s looking like maybe Nalini needs to go back to her paranormal stuff.

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I’m stealing the site back from Jett for a few minutes here because Nalini Singh has long been on my I need to read this author and see what the fuss is about list. I hear things about her structure, her talent, her ability… she’s like a goddess in certain circles. One of the best writers of the moment.

But as anyone who hangs at West of Mars knows, I’m a pretty busy camper, running a small business and being a single mom and all. So reading… often falls by the wayside. And even then, a number of years ago, I dug myself a sinkhole of books that I try not to add to. So I’m reading stuff that’s been waiting for me for years.

Sadly, Nalini’s books aren’t in that pile. (I don’t think. At 500+ books, it can be hard to keep straight. But you’d think I’d have looked and you’d think if any had been there, I’d have read them.)

But now I’ve got a reason to pick one up. Or at least a reason to pass it on to Jett, who I can hear whooping in the background. Yep, Nalini has written some Rock Fiction.

Rock Courtship is the name of it, and here’s the description:

What happens when the Gentleman of Rock decides to play dirty?

A drummer for the hottest rock band on the planet, David has a single, powerful weakness: Thea, the band’s publicist and the woman who steals his breath away with her every move.

Only problem is, Thea doesn’t date clients—or musicians. Emotionally scarred by a cheating ex, she’s not about to risk her heart with a man who has groupies buzzing around him like flies. Even if his sexy smile ties her up in knots.

What she doesn’t know is that David is a one-woman man…and he’s madly in love with her. David’s determined to prove he’s worth the risk, and willing to court her, step by exquisite step. Thea’s about to discover just how long and hard this handsome drummer can play.

Oh, no! It’s the employee trope again! I gotta admit, I’m disappointed to see this from such a well-regarded author. And while I know there are only so many plots that exist in the world, the whole “I’m gonna sleep with my boss/employee” thing really irks me. Oh, I know it happens in the music biz. It happens on a daily basis. But in fiction, it bugs me; it’s too convenient and I continue to wonder, time and again, what sort of reputation these women — because it’s always the women who are the publicists and managers and whatnot — wind up with. Not among the public, but in the industry. “Oh, we just hired a new one. Figure she’ll be here for six months before she runs off with one of the clients. I’m already checking resumes for her replacement.”

THAT sort of reputation. Do you think band management ever says, “Hey, let’s hire firm so-and-so for our publicity/touring/insert-band-job-here because our guitarist needs to fall in love and settle down.”

And do you think we can EVER find a rocker who DOESN’T have groupies all over him? Again, I know: it’s part of the lifestyle, but on the other hand, in Rock Fiction, it’s almost like the two go hand in hand. The love interest always is dripping in girls. But look! He’s rarely the manwhore he lets the public think he is. He’s really a good guy and…

Well, I’m told if there’s anyone who can rise above, it’s Nalini, so bring it, girl. Set a new bar for Rock Fiction.