Story GOODIntimacy Level GOODEnjoyment GOODLength kindleStyle Contemporary Rocker RomanceThe band, Black Falcon, they put the func in dysfunctional Between the groupies and whose sleeping with who, it was a quick, entertaining read Lane s marketing company sends her for a few weeks to hang around the rich, sexy, rocker, Noel Falcon, to get a big contract The problem, he is her ex whom she dumped after graduation Now that he actually made it and she is nowhere near to moving up the ladder to [ This book is a MUST read It will take your emotions on a ridehappy, excited, sadoh so many , you ll just have to read it You will instantly love Lanie and Noel, the supporting characters are great too Highly recommended.
I m totally in the minority here I look at the sea of reviews, and I am practically an island on this book The beginning, I was there My heart was aching I wanted to root for the couple.
Then, I listened to it was the audiobook version Sigh The beginning was the highlight, it only went downhill from there Let me first start this autopsy by naming the subject, Lanie from this point on in the review she will be named Doormat She s supposed to be this eager marketing intern trying to get her foot i [ Four Stars I ll do anything you want to make this happen between us, including give you time because I can t lose you again It hurts too fucking much Noel Son of a bitch Curse you, Rockgods You know you re one of my weaknesses my kryptonite I couldn t help but pick this book up I seriously have issues I can t say no to these hot and sexy tattooed gods The only thing that would totally make me combust is if he was a British rockstar Alas, he is not, but that s okay Noel Falcon is still one hot ma [ I received this book as an ARC from the author Thank you so much Michelle You rock I don t even know where to begin I LOVE this book so much that love isn t even an adequate enough word to describe it It is that good The relationship and attraction between Noel and Lanie is so intense, that you feel yourself being completely consumed by them and their story If not for my kids, I would have not put this book down until I was done Even then I only put it down once Michelle has you falling in love [ After Kellan Kyle and now Noel Falcon, I can officially call myself a book band groupie Musicians are the key to my heart.
Your email address will not be published. Valentine - Rock the Heart, Rock the Heart For the last four years good girl Lane has regretted breaking up with Noel Falcon She thought she was sensible when she told him his dreams of being a rock star would get him nowhere but now that he.
Epic gif filled review to come This book rocks my f cking world 3 Reply. This book is a MUST read It will take your emotions on a ridehappy, excited, sadoh so many , you ll just have to read it You will instantly love Lanie and Noel, the supporting characters are great too Highly recommended Reply. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. It makes me jump when it rings in my hand.
Aubrey looks over at me and rolls her eyes. My heart pauses and then restarts within a second. I grab the pillow from the couch and hug it tight against my body. This tour bus gets crazy after a show. I can barely hear you. What were you saying? His forwardness is kind of cute. His confidence is disgusting. Chicks would be stiff competition for me. Same old Noel—always a jokester. The word stiff coming out of your mouth is enough to send me over the edge here.
I find myself looking forward to his calls and texts. He sighs into the phone. You work for a real marketing firm—a huge one. This looks great on your resume. Let me help you put that hard earned marketing degree to use. Everyone who gets these kinds of jobs knows someone to get their foot in the door. Center Stage Marketing is one of the largest firms in New York. The only problem is the tour. He made it clear if I want this job, this is the stipulation. I would like to be able to pay my own rent for a change.
Begging my mom to cover it while I intern majorly sucks. Did I step on a touchy subject? I can tell by the tone in his voice. I panic.
For some reason, I figured you already knew that, seeing as how our families are still neighbors and all. You want to talk about it? I know his father. Noel is a mixture of both of them, I guess. His sweetness comes from his mom, while his need for complete control comes from his father. The relationship with his father was always strained when we were young. The constant need for perfection and success wore on Noel a lot.
You can tell me. Forget I even brought it up. The need to wrap my arms around him and tell him things will work out grips my heart.
Not being able to see his family, when they meant so much to him, must be crushing. He should talk about this with someone. Tell me. Noel knows how relentless I can be. Go to college or get cut off. Your mom let that happen? The only thing he let me leave with was my car. Good thing that old Chevelle has a huge back seat.
It was my home for quite a while. I wanted to prove to you and my dad that I could succeed with my music. You should be so proud of your success and tell us both to kiss your ass. I deserved it. We both did. People are so fake when fame hits. These guys are my brothers.
They know what all this is like. She sneaks around and calls and emails me when she can. He laughs. I want to ask him a million things. There are so many questions that still linger in my mind about the possibility of fixing their relationship. Black Falcon is one of the headliners of a huge two day rock festival here.
Noel assured me this is the largest rock event in the area. The sell out crowd is right around fifty thousand people. The sheer volume alone is crazy. My phone chirps, and I read his message.
Camera flashes illuminate the center of the mob, and my heart thumps against my ribs. There he is, signing autographs and shaking hands with the people surrounding him. What is it about crazy rocker hair that is so incredibly sexy? Noel glances up from the chaos and notices me on the escalator. A huge smile spreads across his face. I feel myself grin and I instantly want to kick myself. Keep it together, Lanie. The entire flock of girls in our high school crushed on him.
Now that feeling is magnified times a million. He squeezes through his adoring fans. Noel watches me with every step he takes. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me tight against his chest when I step off the moving stairs. He smells so good, like soap, spice and man all rolled into one. We gather my luggage off the carousel, and Noel slings my duffle bag over his shoulder and picks up my suitcase before we head toward the exit.
Bodies shove from every direction, all to get closer to Noel. The air is heavy, and my chest tightens. The sooner I can get out of here the better. What do these people want? The female fans are relentless—screaming and begging for pictures even when Noel politely tells them not now.
The men with high-tech cameras keep shouting his name and asking him to look their way. A crowd smothers our every step. It takes us longer than five minutes to make it outside where a black SUV waits by the door.
Noel opens the trunk and throws my bags in before ushering me inside the vehicle. When the driver pulls the SUV away from the corner, Noel lets out a sigh of relief, and then pats my leg. His skin on mine is so warm and inviting, which is very dangerous. Think you can handle all this? I inspect my arms under his stare.
The things a simple kiss from this man can do to me are unreal. It should be against the law for someone to be so hot and sweet. Damn it. The first band plays at noon today.
I sit there frozen. Do I get out now? This is so not my element. He walks around to the passenger side of the vehicle and opens my door. I want you to meet some of the guys in the band. Butterflies tumble around in my stomach. How could I be so nervous? I should have prepared myself more for meeting these guys. What if they totally hate the idea of me staying on the bus with them? I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold. The guy with jet black hair and a bandanna tied around his head looks up and elbows the blonde guy.
They both grin as we approach. My eyes drop down to the ground, and I run my hand through my hair. No guy has ever called me hot to my face before. Well, other than Noel, but we have history together. Most guys just refer to me as cute or pretty, but never hot. Are all rock stars so freaking forward? Noel punches the guy in the shoulder. Lane, this asshole is Trip Douglas, one of the best drummers in the business.
Trip is kind of an asshole. Tyke Douglas. And, oh yeah, I play bass in the band. Now that he mentioned twins, I can totally see the resemblance. The stark contrasts of hair color make them look completely different. You sure you want to bring her on that bus with us? You better not turn your back, bro. He is the ultimate definition of rock star. And his Mohawk alternates between blonde and black.
There are always pictures of Riff licking, kissing, or whatevering strippers and randomly naked groupies on the internet. Noel tenses next to me. Lane is off limits. I get the distinct feeling that Riff knows no boundaries from the looks on their faces.
I am not having sex on this bus with Riff…or anyone for that matter. We say our goodbyes to the guys and grab my bags from the SUV. Noel insists on carrying them into the bus. He stretches out his arm and invites me up the steps. The sink is full of dishes, and the garbage can is stuffed to the brim. The stench makes my stomach turn. Being on the road without stopping much tends to make the place a disaster. I thought you were kidding when you said that at dinner the other night.
The other four bunks are taken, unless you want to sleep in one of the swivel seats up front. Trust me. My room is the best place. I follow Noel down the hallway. Being the leader of the band gives me specific right to the only bedroom on the bus.
They can make anyone feel claustrophobic. I tense within his arms as I breathe in the spicy scent and the unmistakable smell of Noel. My arm feels like Jell-o as I try to hold him back. I swallow hard as he leans in and traces his nose along the length of my jaw line.
Hmmmmm, I kind of like the sound of that. I came here for business, remember? He reaches out and takes a strand of my brown hair between his fingers. The corners of his lips turn up, and he tucks the loose strand behind my ear. Warmth from his breath touches my face, and all I can think about is his kiss. What it will feel like. Will it be just like old times? I should tell him to back off.
Resisting him is so damn hard. I shake the last thought out of my head, and Noel pulls back a little. I shove against his chest. He chuckles while he lets himself out the bedroom door and I let out a sigh of relief. I count at least five mosh pits not far from the front row.
Even I feel it as I bob my head to the beat. Now I know what Noel is talking about. This is a major rock event, and everyone is enjoying themselves to the fullest. Backstage is busy as well.
There are people everywhere I turn. They seem harmless. The hardcore groupies and strippers, on the other hand, have a different agenda. A few of them have even hit on the female rockers that are backstage. Pathetic, really. What would drive a woman to want to be used for sex by someone so badly? They must have some serious Daddy issues. A large crowd gathers by the steps that lead up to the stage area where I am. People cram in tight, pushing to gain every inch they can toward their target.
Riff makes it to the top step while he signs autographs and kisses some of his female admirers. I sigh—still no Noel yet. I tilt my head, curious as to what it is about Riff that drives the girls wild.
Who knows what kind of person he is. Security cuts the girls off on the stage. The girls all whine with disappointment and beg to follow Riff. My eyes dart to Riff, and he smiles when he catches me staring at him. He walks toward me, his eyes never leaving me once. His gaze stops directly on my breasts under my tank top. I narrow my eyes at him. He pulls a piece of gold paper from his pocket. Hold on to it tight and give it to security that guards the buses. I only give away one or two of those a night.
Consider yourself a lucky lady. Is he serious right now? Does he think just because he shoves some gold paper in my hand that I will instantly drop my panties for him? I shake my head and try to hand him back the paper. His skin on mine makes my blood boil. How dare he think he can just touch me like that?
I slap the paper into his chest. I like that. You know where to find me if you change your mind. It lands by his feet and he smirks at me before he turns and walks away. I should kill that asshole for the benefit of all womankind.
Noel finds me about ten minutes after my run in with Riff. At first I think about telling Noel, but decide against it. Their chemistry has to be on point in front of this many people. I can always tell him about it later. I sigh. Besides, if you disappoint your fans, they might just fire your conceited ass.
He licks his lips. How am I supposed to go in front of fifty thousand people like this? Another giggle bubbles out of me when he readjusts his pants and picks up his guitar. Poor Noel. Smug satisfaction, mixing with a little guilt, surges through me. I must admit his butt is really nice. No wonder he has so many women lusting after him. The crowd rumbles as they chant for Black Falcon to take the stage.
Some critics say they could be one of the next greats. Throwing them in line with bands like, The Beatles, Queen, Aerosmith—bands that changed the face of music. I always knew Noel was great, but I guess I never realized how great until the rest of the world discovered him. I take a couple steps toward the stage. A woman with bright, red hair whom I recognize from the music video channel, steps out on to the stage.
The crowd roars as she waves to them wearing her skin-tight black, leather pants and halter top. Right, ladies? People scream at the black-haired rocker as he takes his seat and gives the bass drum a kick. Tyke comes out second and picks up his bass guitar. Screams erupt when he thumps a couple cords out. The two twin brothers look at each other and smile like they have an inside secret, and it drives the fans nuts.
Riff and Noel come onstage together. My eardrums feel like they are about to explode from the sheer volume in this stadium. Noel glances my way on the side of the stage, and I wave to him. Riff, still clueless, smirks at me and wiggles his tongue while his back is to Noel. I roll my eyes at Riff, and he smiles before he puckers his lips at me. The band kicks up and plays their intro song.
I do my best to stare past Riff and watch Noel perform, but every time Riff sees me he makes sexual gestures of some kind—once even thrusting his hips while stroking his guitar.
The crowd loves it, of course, but my stomach is about five seconds from losing the bagel I ate on the airplane. Noel leans into the mic and wraps both hands around it. He licks his lips and closes his eyes. The red stage light on him causes something in me to stir. My knees buckle when his voice belts out a love song. The audience sings along to every word. I sway to the beat, but never take my eyes off of him.
These women are actually throwing their disgusting panties at him. Riff steps up to his mic. Horny women! Now show me some titties. But thankfully Noel just shakes his head at Riff and laughs. The muscles in my body relax a little. Would he? Sometimes I could even hear the girl screaming in pleasure.
It was disgusting. Riff glances at Noel and points at one topless girl and nods his head. Riff is a complete sex fiend. I close my eyes. For a hard-rock band, they could sure play a sweet ballad. He sings into the mic about the love of a good woman and I feel a blush creep up my neck. When the chorus hits, he breaks our stare and faces the audience.
Cell phones light up across the sea of people and they dance like fireflies in the dusk. The song ends, and the crowd roars until Trip pounds out a fast beat on the drums. Tyke and Riff join in, and the song zings to life. He yanks the mic off the stand and bends at the waist to belt out a note. The crowd hypes up when he runs from one corner of the stage to the next. Girls stretch out their arms, hoping to touch him, and guys reach out for a high-five.
Everyone wants a piece of him. The song ends, but the guys play an extra few bars on the song to allow Noel time to thank the crowd before they wrap up their set. Tyke waves to the fans before he heads behind the stage. Riff throws out guitar picks, and Trip wings his sticks out to the people in the back. Noel wipes his face with a white hand towel before he tosses it into the mass of people. There are about ten fans that shove and grab for the towel before one lucky guy yanks it into his grasp.
The life of a rock star is unreal. Big Bertha is quiet when Noel and I climb inside, which is a relief after we just fought our way through a ton of screaming women on the other side of security. Those guys in the yellow shirts have to put up with a lot of crap to protect the stars.
His normal fohawk is a flat disaster. Wait for me right here? A rush of warmth spreads through me before I pull them away. I step over to the kitchen area and open a couple of top cabinet doors.
No food. What do these guys live on? I bend down to check the bottom shelves. Both of his nipples are pierced along with his bottom lip and his hair still stands in his trademark Mohawk. A slow grin pulls across his face as I pull at the legs of my shorts, hoping to cover some more skin.
His eyes trace the curves of my body as he pulls his arm down and takes a step. I hold out my hand palm up. No need to play hard to get. I shove my hand into his chest and shake my head. Riff releases me and takes a step back. His eyes lock on my face. I told you I was with someone when you first tried to shove that ticket thing in my hand. Let it go. He made a mistake. Or so help me God, Riff, I will end you. It feels more personal than just a case of mistaken identity.
Riff and Noel continue to stare each other down. Something has to give. This situation needs to be diffused. I want to show you something. Finally, he nods and follows me down the hallway, leaving Riff alone in the front of the bus.
He sits on the edge of the bed while I close the door. He drops his head down and combs his hand through this thick, dark hair. The bed gives a little under my weight when I sit beside him. His back is smooth and clean as I run my fingers along it in attempts to comfort him. The smell soap lingers on his skin. I stare at the star tattoo he has on his right shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it quickly and turns away.
One hell of a party is about to go down. It takes forever to get close to the building. Hoards of people surround the building hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite rock stars, and are blocking traffic half way down the street.
Trip and Tyke grin at each other before emerging into the mass of fans. They love the attention. They hug several of the screaming female fans and even stop to sign a couple bare boobs thrusting in their direction. Riff looks at me and winks before he jumps out. I roll my eyes. Of course he would love this. I slide over to follow Riff, and Noel lays his hand on top of mine. Shit like this gets crazy. There are real assholes in there that would love to get in your pants.
Bodies writhe everywhere to the beat of the rock song echoing throughout the room. Strobe lights flash in every direction, and women wearing bikinis dance in cages.
One next to me reaches through the bars and strokes my arm with her fingertips. Her touch catches me off guard and I instinctively jerk away.
Noel chuckles beside me. Even over the blaring music, I can hear his laugh behind me and I clench my fists tight. I step up to the bar and order a beer. I roll my eyes and take the beer from the smiling brunette woman behind the counter. This is just a job for me.
Noel keeps putting off hammering out the details about the literacy program. The more information he gives you about the project the band has going on, the sooner you can leave and go back to New York. He tends to always get what he wants. They grind their pelvises together, leaving little to the imagination of what a night in their bedroom would be like. How can people do that in public? He simply lifts his beer in the air and gives Noel a small nod. I can talk to whomever I want.
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then immediately closes it. I stare at him, waiting for his smart ass reply, but after a couple seconds, he turns back to me and holds out his hand.
Are you psycho? The minute I give into him and let him touch my body, it will want him. And I hate that he knows that. I shove his chest, putting personal space between us again, and take a long drink from my beer. Dancing with him definitely crosses the line. Eventually, he gives up and heads toward the table the twins occupy.
As soon as his ass hits the seat, a perky blonde plops down in his lap. He wraps his arm around her waist and takes a long pull from his beer bottle. I tear my eyes away just as the girl leans in and kisses his lips. I grip my bottle a little too tight and narrow my eyes.
I chug down the rest of my beer and try to drown out the thought. We do not guarantee that these techniques will work for you. Some of the techniques listed in Rock the Heart may require a sound knowledge of Hypnosis, users are advised to either leave those sections or must have a basic understanding of the subject before practicing them.
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