I can’t tell if this series ended at two books, or what. GoodReads doesn’t provide a helpful publication date for the second book, and the reviews are full of comments about how long it took to come out. (That’s not a great reason to give a book one or two stars, folks. Read it again: not a GREAT reason, before you start bitching at me ’cause that’s what the Internet is for.)
But anyway, since there’s two, let’s take a look at both of ’em. Here’s the write-up of Book 1, Savor You:
Kylie Wolfe and bassist Wyatt McCrae have been bad for each other for the last several years, but it’s impossible for them to end their toxic push and pull. Not when their attraction is constantly fueled by lust and proximity—she’s her older brother’s Lucas’s assistant and Wyatt is his best friend and band mate.
So when Your Toxic Sequel makes a move to record a new album in Nashville, Kylie decides to make the latest break with Wyatt official by getting the hell out of town. She’ll spend a week in New Orleans. A week to immerse herself in the Mardi Gras scene. One week to not think about the last time she was in New Orleans, seven years ago with Wyatt. Seven days where she won’t have to see Wyatt every day just to fall ridiculously in love with him all over again—where, if she wants to, she can have a normal, no-strings attached fling that won’t end in heartbreak.
Too bad Wyatt ruins everything by showing up, as gorgeous and demanding and awful for her as ever.
Wyatt refuses to let Kylie give up on him. Not without reminding her why they both fell so far and hard in the first place. Not without making her savor the good memories and what could be their last chance with each other.
My first thought is that this guy’s action proves he’s not good for her. She takes off to clear her head and look at things from a new perspective but guess what? Here he is! Ready and waiting!
But maybe it’s romantic, his arrival. Maybe he’s decided he can’t live without her, not in the sick, controlling way but in the hugely romantic gesture that I think we all want, deep down inside. Although maybe some of us know better than to trust those big gestures.
And here’s the second book. It’s billed as a standalone (although it’s the second book in this series) although it features characters from Emily’s other books and series. So her world is all messed up in each other and I like that ’cause why keep reinventing the wheel when you can just expand the existing universe, at least until it gets too big and too unwieldy? (and no, I’m not being sarcastic there!):
From the childhood foster homes he was bounced around to, the one love he lost and hordes of nameless groupies, even his own bandmates—Your Toxic Sequel’s drummer, Sinjin Fields, has been called it all. That doesn’t include the names he calls himself. He knows he’s an addict—knows he’s damaged goods. He doesn’t care, though; drowning out the world numbs him. And for Sin, that’s the closest he’ll get to happiness.
When a drug-fueled confrontation nearly costs him his closest friend and bandmate, Sinjin is faced with no other choice but to confront each screwed-up facet of who he is and how he got there. What he never expected to encounter was Zoe—an over-achieving, fresh-faced violin prodigy who can’t seem to stay away from him. Not that Sinjin wants her to. She reminds him of the undamaged part of himself. Makes him feel emotions he didn’t know he could feel.
And Sinjin will battle every demon haunting him so he doesn’t have to let that go.
Is this junkie fiction? Could be, but it’s also a romance so we know the drugs don’t win in the end. Or they shouldn’t. Who wants to read about a romance with a chemical? Yeah, yeah, there’s a band all about chemical romances but really. A band name and a book are different things, although the two totally can and should inspire each other.
So it seems to be all about Your Toxic Sequel… interesting band name, huh? Especially when the first book’s all about a toxic relationship and this one’s about a toxic affair with drugs…
Lots of toxicity. I bet these need trigger warnings. But I know I’ll read ’em to see if they live up to their own hype.