By: Michelle A. Valentine
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
After his mother dies, rock star Ace White—lead singer of the red-hot band Wicked White—is done with the celebrity game. The phony people, the meaningless one-night stands: he doesn’t want any of it anymore. Quitting in the middle of a sold-out tour, Ace sets out to find some place—any place—where he can be alone.
Aspiring singer Iris Easton’s life has never been easy. First, her mother walked out on her when she was a kid. Now she’s buried in debt, weeks after losing her beloved grandmother. When a mysterious and sexy new guy moves in next door, Iris can’t help but be drawn to his soulful gaze. She can tell there’s something from his past haunting him—something he’s not telling her.
Just as Ace starts falling for Iris, the media go on a worldwide hunt to find the missing rocker. Will true love conquer all, or will the truth be the very thing that tears the couple apart?
BEAUTE’ DE LIVRES’ REVIEW
Wicked White is the first book in a new series by Michelle A. Valentine. It follows the band Wicked White, who have been thrown together to achieve instant success. The band completely loathes one another and apart from the common goal; their love of music there is nothing else keeping these members together. With a band manager from hell the reader is immediately thrown into the chaos between members, manager and Ace White formerly known as Ace Johnson.
Ace is the lead singer of the band who loves making music but can barely stand who and what he has become, whilst being a member of Wicked White. His disgust and annoyance seems to fuel the fire when he finds out his adoptive mother is sick. Leaving his outraged band and his furious band manager, Ace storms off the stage with no intention of ever coming back.
As Ace goes to see his mother and settles in to life on the run he meets Iris Easton and his life really starts to fill with purpose. Withholding a life changing secret Ace does his best to steer clear of Iris. But their similarities, their attraction and their chemistry might just be too much to ignore.
In Wicked White, Valentine has created a beautiful, honest and breathtaking man in Ace. Ace’s internal dialogue is so candid, you can’t help but fall in love with his insecurities, his sense of right and wrong and his determination to be the best man he can be. The writer shows off a man who is sensitive, romantic and sincere at all times.
Then Valentine introduces us to Iris. Gorgeous, boisterous and unwavering Iris, learning all there is about the girl who is determined to get the boy.
In conclusion Valentine succeeds at making both these characters share the spotlight. As the book is written from dual perspectives, it seamlessly gives the reader the whole story, with no unanswered questions. It was refreshing to see the story line follow two characters that thrived on individual goals and independence.
Intentional or not Valentine has threaded a message through her story, that if you are true to yourself, it will ultimately help you achieve happiness; in every aspect of your life.
Besides wanting more you will not be disappointed with the love story of Ace and Iris.
“To thine own self be true”
“Iris…that was amazing. You’ve got so much talent,” I praise.
Her green eyes light up with excitement like a child’s do on Christmas morning. “You really think so? You’re not just saying that?”
“No. I never bullshit about music. You’ve definitely got the chops for Broadway, it’s just…” I hesitate, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but I know that in order for her to get better, she has to be told what she’s doing wrong.
She lays her hand on my forearm. “Please, tell me. I can take it. Promise.”
I stand beside her, so close that my chest nearly touches her shoulder. I’m itching to touch her, but I won’t do it without permission. “May I touch you?”
She draws in a ragged breath and then nods. “Yes.”
I curl the fingers of my right hand around her right shoulder and pull back a little so that her posture is perpendicular to the floor. At this angle, I can’t help but notice her heaving chest and how her perky tits move in sync with each breath she takes.
I slide my left hand against her toned stomach and my pinkie grazes the warm patch of skin that’s exposed between her T-shirt and the waistband of her jeans.
Our contact is fucking electric, and my own breathing picks up speed as I attempt to fight back the arousal I feel for her boiling beneath my surface.
“Everything about you is magnetic,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers at the words. “Don’t be afraid to open your eyes and watch your audience enjoy you. Be confident and project. Let go.”
I let go of her shoulder, and move to face her before pressing the repeat button on the machine. As the intro of the song plays, I say, “Do it again, but this time I want you to look at me.”
This time when she opens her mouth to sing, when she begins to tip her head down, I slide my index finger under her chin and angle her head so that she’s forced to peer into my eyes.
Her words are just barely above a whisper, so I slip my hand back on her abdomen and say, “Project–from here. Sing it like you mean it.”
It’s like lightening strikes this beautiful woman in my arms as she sings to me without fear. The words of the song come out effortlessly, and her voice could rival any of the greatest female vocalists of all time.
She’s that damn stunning.
I nod approvingly and smile. “Yes!”
With that little bit of encouragement, she shocks me even more when she pushes herself to hit notes that are above and beyond what she reached the first time.
Only on the last lyric does she close her eyes while she holds the note there until the music stops. She releases a contented sigh as soon as the music ends, and when her beautiful eyes meet mine again, they swirl with emotion.
Completely blown away, I fumble with the words to tell her just how impressed I am. “Iris, that was–”
Without warning, she throws her arms around my neck and crushes her lips against mine. I know kissing her back is wrong, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want her so badly at this point that I can’t stop myself from giving in. I’ve been so good with restraining myself when it comes to Iris, because protecting her from the chaos that I’ll bring her is what’s always been on the forefront of my mind.
Her fingers thrust into my hair, and I reach down and curl my hands around her thighs before hoisting her into the air. Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist, and I thread one of my hands into her tousled curls while the other is busy cupping that perfect ass of hers.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked into my trailer,” she breathes against my lips.
A thrill shoots through me at her admission of how long she’s wanted me. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind from the moment I first saw you.”
“Then take me.”
Michelle A. Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Rock the Heart. Wicked White is the first novel in her Wicked White romance series. She attended college as a drafting and design major, but her love of people soon persuaded her to join the nursing field. It wasn’t until after the birth of her son that she began her love affair with romance novels, and she hasn’t looked back since. When she’s not writing, she feeds her music addiction, dabbles in party planning, and expresses herself by working with arts and crafts. She currently lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her husband, son, and two beloved dogs.
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