Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic New Adult series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.
Stage Dive #3
As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it’s booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble.
Lena’s not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
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I am a huge fan of this series and could not wait for Jimmy’ and Lena. It is safe to assume most readers of the Stage Dive Novels are not huge Jimmy fans based upon his actions in the first two books. Would Kylie be able to conquer the overwhelming task of making us love the brooding lead singer? I couldn’t wait to see what was hidden under Jimmy’s dark exterior.
The man was the king of mixed messages. I didn’t know whether to kick him, or jump him, that was ridiculous.
The entire story is told from Lena’s POV. This book is definitely a slow burner, there is no instant love. Jimmy and Lena undergo a long journey as they learn to believe and trust in one other. It is somewhat emotional, but there are tons of hilarious moments as well.
“I like to embarrass myself horribly now and then. It keeps life interesting.”
I fell head over hills in love with Lena. She is hands down my favorite heroine of this series. She is sassy, quick whited, and so devoted to Jimmy. She completely steals the show. Perhaps, someday Kylie will give us some insight to Jimmy. So much of his inner thoughts are still a mystery. It took most of the book for me to warm to him. I think that is to be expected given his history and behavior in the beginning. I enjoyed watching his transformation and I became quite fond of him by the end.
“Don’t hate me, Lena. You want to be mad at me when I do dumb things, that’s fine. But don’t ever hate me. I couldn’t take that, not from you.”
Of course, the book would not be complete without the entire Stage Dive crew. I am DYING for more of Ben’s story; he has intrigued from the first book. We get a little taste of him in this one and I am more excited than ever for his story. Mal is hilarious, as usual. He is a complete scene stealer. I love him more and more each book.
“That wasn’t me. That was Mal. F**k, no one can control him.”
I only wish the ending had been longer and a little more detailed. I wanted to read so much more about the final events. However, I can manage knowing there is another book coming in the series. If you have enjoyed the first two books in the series, you will love Lead just as much!
“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere…”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like
some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”
Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.