Hard body of a man
Sings like an angel
Fucks like the devil
I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.
At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.
Flynn Beckham was the opening act.
Dylan Ryder was the headliner.
What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?
I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.
Remember Flynn Beckham from THROB? Well of course you do, because there is no way you can forget that man. I liked him, but didn’t fall head over heels with him until I read BEAT. This Rock-Star just stole a piece of my heart and ran for the hills with it. FLYNN BECKHAM IS MINE!
Flynn is the lead singer of In Like Flynn. When they have the opportunity to tour with Easy Ryder they felt a little apprehensive but it was a good way to get their name out there, still they didn’t like it. Or should I say didn’t like Dylan Ryder the lead singer.
Flynn walks into Lucky’s one night. A karaoke bar and is immediately attracted to this beautiful girl. She and her friend Avery co own this bar, aptly named Lucky’s. The bar has been in her life since a child and now she is running the show. But what happens when Flynn Beckham gets up on that stage and steals the show. He not only steals the show but steals every woman’s heart. With that dimple, those oh my gawd those bend me over and efff me eyes. Lucky is drawn to him; I mean seriously he’s in the pages of my kindle but worked his way right into my mind and my heart. But, there’s one problem. She is the girlfriend of Dylan Ryder the same band that just signed In Like Flynn to open for them for six months.
Let’s just say, we don’t have to wait six months. The events that happen in the first month will have you melting in your seat. Sticky situations occur. Heart melting panty wetting happenings happen. A serious love triangle forms, it’s inevitable when you throw all these people onto one tour bus. Sexual Tension thick enough to suffocate you, steamy sex scenes that will blow your mind and the banter is off the charts!
“I should walk away, not even go near temptation. But living life without temptation is like having a heart that doesn’t beat. And I’m a musician. I need a good strong beat.” ~ Flynn
This book is a MUST Read. Hands down any man that sings Frozen goes out of his way to help someone overcome their fears they have struggled with for eight years. Can show them that they are right where they are meant to be, with words, with touches, with a dimpled smile. Is a man I would most definitely fall in love with and I have fallen in love with Flynn Beckham.
Vi Keeland, thank you for delivering another fantastic book. The writing was fantastic, the words flowed. I was able to connect with each and every character. It was just that good! But out of all the men you’ve given us. I do believe Flynn Beckham takes the cake!
5 BEATing Stars for a book that had my heart beating faster than it ever should be!
Copy provided for honest review- Shera
Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard. The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips. I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time. I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.
“So. Give it to me straight. What am I doing wrong?”
Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit. “Could you do it again? Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your body. Sometimes that can give me a different view.” At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.
He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords. Your alignment is perfect.”
“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”
“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect. Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”
“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”
“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”
Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.
“The guitar. I’d need to see you holding the guitar.”
“That’s a shame.” He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face. “But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”
“How big of you.”
“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”
I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!