His name is on everyone’s lips–sexy rocker Jack McCabe. His gritty New York City band is red hot, almost as hot as his fiery affair with photography student Lil Marchone, the girl from his past, now the woman he loves.
The problem is, Lil’s controlling ex wants her back. Rich, powerful, and ruthless, he’ll stop at nothing–including murder–to get Jack out of her life.
But Jack’s a badass himself, always up for a fight. And with the stakes this high, he’ll risk everything for Lil, even his band. Even his life.
This book goes from women-hating, slut-shaming, standard New Adult fare (misogynistic quotes peppered through the review to show you the heroine’s – and therefore the author’s – opinion of women)…
“Hey, Mac.” The barista smiled indecently, squeezing her arms together so her breasts ballooned even higher out of her skimpy camisole.
I’m starting to sound like a broken record when it comes to reviewing contemporary romances, but: waitresses DO NOT behave like that!
A big-boobed blonde jiggled up to him.
Women rubbed up against him, pressing their breasts to him, groping for his crotch.
To all-out crazy by the end…
“Let’s check the tent, see if they found the guns.”
There is a good story somewhere in here, but it is utterly ruined by some of the most misogynistic, slut-shaming, nastiness from our narrator (the heroine) I have ever read. It is also ruined by some truly unbelievable and over the top situations involving gun fights, hostage situations, murder, rape, crazy European billionaires and corrupt police.
By the end, it has gone completely insane; especially so for a book about such young characters! With their flashy careers, marriages, talk of children… these people are at least a decade too young for their life experience.
A blonde waited there, big boobs spilling out of a spangled shirt that ended six inches above her hip-hugging jeans.
“Those girls popped out of nowhere. Grabbing my junk, rubbing their tits on me before I even knew what was happening.”
The book has quite a lot of drama in it, usually poorly dealt with. When someone suffocates you while trying to RAPE you, to the point you need mouth-to-mouth to regain consciousness, this should not be dealt with and dismissed in the space of a few paragraphs. The victim should not brush it off and get back to the sex scenes (in the same room and bed!) straight afterwards.
When someone is killed in your house, you don’t just write it off and act like the police wouldn’t care.
Five steps in, a willowy redhead with blow-me lips sidled up to him.
They were waiting for him, especially the girls, the ones up there waving their tits under the singer’s nose. They’d be doing that to Jack in a few minutes.
I also have a really big problem with carelessly violent heroes. This hero punches anyone and everyone, including assaulting his teenage ward in a fit of jealousy. Is this supposed to be an attractive trait?
We stepped into a hallway jammed with girls auditioning to go home with the band. Every single one of them leaned in toward Jack, smiling and wriggling suggestively. He ignored them like they were invisible.
The singer humped the mike stand; the girls in front humped each other.
As for the weird police situations?
Right at the start, our heroine is dragged from a burning car – by our hero. Her parents are killed, and when the police arrive they handcuff both hero and heroine, and he is hauled off to a prison cell, no questions asked.
That’s not how the police operate! Nor would they go and destroy an innocent person’s house and then try and haul the guy off to a prison cell (AGAIN!), when they know he is innocent. It’s just not how stuff works!
In front of Jack stood a girl-tall, brunette, curvy-poised with her hand on one hip so her breasts stood out.
It seemed like very pretty girl in New York City was stuffed into two tiny rooms. They sang his songs and rubbed against him, lifting their shirts begging him to sign their breasts.
This author seems to really hate women with breasts, and also women who ever put their hands on their hips! And at one point we’re basically told it a good thing when men sexually harass women in the street!
However, it’s not just waitresses and concert attendees who get the slut-shaming treatment from the author, but also journalists and lawyers, who devote their page time to trying to steal the hero from the heroine. You know, instead of DOING THEIR JOBS. And then we have the art gallery lady:
“Mac, darling,” she gushed, elbowing her way to his side. She stepped on my toes, trying to wedge her way between us.
The moral of the story, folks: ALL women (career women or otherwise) are mindless, half-naked sluts incapable of thinking of anything other than sex with married men!
It becomes utterly ridiculous when literally EVERY woman in a book is wildly in love with the hero, and the hero has never, EVER committed to any of them before meeting the fairly average heroine. Is there any NA book in existence that doesn’t follow this pattern?
Then there are the eeeevil billionaire French characters. Even after attempting to kill the hero and have him arrested, as well as kidnapping and abusing her, our heroine still goes out with her eeeevil French boyfriend and thinks fond thoughts about him.
Veering into yet another offensive romance novel cliché, we have our hero who “earns muscle the hard way” while the other guy is ridiculed for having the audacity to work out at the gym!
I also wonder what Rolling Stone would think of the treatment they get in this book…
She set her hand on her hip. She was sexy, of course, very sexy.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? I need to remember that ANY book about a band is going to be misogynistic from start to finish. I need to remember that the New Adult subgenre was created by misogynists, and has inspired a legion of other misogynists to pick up a pen (er, computer), and follow suit.
I wish I could have enjoyed the story behind all of this sexism, the casual dismissal of violent crime – sexual and otherwise, and melodrama and inaccuracies. There could be a good book here, but instead I found something that horrified me on every second page.
Review copy provided by NetGalley.