Sweet, shy and a bit goofy, Tinley Michaels has it all: a great mother, a wonderful, sexy, loving boyfriend, and her whole life ahead of her. One day her world is turned upside down when the love of her life suddenly leaves her without reason. She is left broken and vulnerable and vows to never let a man destroy her again. Months later, she decides to dust herself off and finally realize her dream of being a Broadway star. With nothing holding her back, she leaves everything she's ever known in Texas to start her new life in New York City. She moves in with her cousin, makes some great new friends, gets a steady job and an audition for a part in a small theater. Things are heading in the right direction.
Tinley isn’t looking for anyone. She is jaded but still hopelessly in love with her first love. That’s when, by chance, she meets Van Whitaker, the smooth talking sexy lead singer of the best-selling rock band, Ripping Pages. She labels him a man-whore/rock-n-roll douchebag immediately. Van tries to show her that he’s no longer that guy and that he sees something in Tinley worth trying to be better for. Even though he makes her feel things she’s only read about in the hundreds of romance novels she’s shamelessly addicted to, she is scared he will leave her even more broken than she already is. Should she give this gorgeous rock star the time of day? And what will she do when she comes face to face with her past and she must make a decision that will change her future and her forever?
What happens when the page you ripped out of the book of your life suddenly tries to put itself back into the story?
This book has a bit of everything from intense emotion, great characters, and an all-around solid storyline. I was sucked in from the prologue where Tinley discovers her boyfriend and love of her life, James, just ups and leaves her. I’m not talking that he broke up with her. No. He packs his stuff up and leaves, only leaving a good-bye note for her to find. After grieving for what she has lost, she decided to move to New York with her cousin, Tatum, to pursue her dream of staring on Broadway.
As she settles into her new life, she meets Van Whitaker, leading man of the popular rock band, Ripping Pages. She does not know who he is at first; they just seem to keep running into each other. Then, one night they meet at a party, and as they say, the rest is history. Or is it? James makes a return in Tinley’s life and is not going without a fight. He wants his girl back! There are now two hot guys pledging their love and fighting for her. What is a girl to do?
I really liked Tinley. She is a young woman trying to figure out life. She’s spunky and determined, and does not let people walk all over her. Yeah, she is a bit bruised by when James left her, but she does not let it keep her down. Van is just the right amount of…well, man. He is loving and caring. He has a bit of a possessive streak, but he doesn’t get out of control with it. He takes care of what is his and he is proud to show the world that he is with Tinley. I even liked James. He is a great friend to Tinley and though he left, he fights for her. My heart broke for James, Van, and Tinley. I’ll honestly say that there were a few times that my eyes got a bit teary. This book however is worth the tears.
The author did a fantastic job keeping me on my toes. She threw in some twists that I didn’t see coming. There was quite a bit going on, but she kept the story fluid and kept it at a good pace. I could not put this book down. If you are looking for a good, quick read, then this is the book for you.
I put the key into the lock and opened the door. I just stood there. My jaw might as well have been on the ground. His apartment
, was completely empty. He was gone. I
couldn’t move. I fell to my knees and sobbed uncontrollably. When I could
control myself, I got up kicked the door closed behind me and on wobbly knees
walked around the vacant area. I just couldn’t believe it. He left me. He
actually left without telling me. What a fucking coward. I walked down the hall
and into the bedroom. The bedroom that held so many memories of James and I.
His bedroom. I had given him something I had never given anyone else. I had
given him everything, all of me in this space. I sat down on the worn beige
carpet and cried, again. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. After
several minutes trying to get my bearings, I walked back through into the hall
towards the front door. When I reached the door, I saw it. It was small, and no
one but me would have noticed it unless someone had been looking for it, but I
saw it. It was in the small niche next to the door. A small envelope with Tin written in James' handwriting.
As I took a few short breaths, trying to calm my anxiousness, I
grabbed it. Ripping it open, something fell to the floor at my feet. I bent
down to pick it up, and tears started pouring as I realized what it was. A
ring. A gorgeous princess cut diamond ring in a platinum setting. The ring I
jokingly kept showing him online and in the Tiffany's catalog just hinting
around. He bought it. That mother fucker. I clasped it in my fist, and opened
the small letter I still held in my other hand. There were only four lines. He
destroyed everything we had together. All our plans and dreams of forever gone
in just four lines on a small piece of paper.
No reason. No excuses. He simply bailed on me. What the hell. My knees gave way and I collapsed to
the floor unable to see through the tears pouring from my eyes and onto the
ground beneath me.
I'm so sorry, Baby.
Please know that I am not trying to hurt you.
I will love you forever.
After the dreaded dinner with my family, I walked down to the coffee shop on Fifth Avenue before heading to Jensen’s to rehearse with the guys. I had no idea I would see the hot piece of ass from the park. She looked fucking gorgeous in that tight short dress that hugged her sexy as sin curves in all the right places and those legs. She wasn’t built like most of the girls I had encountered. They were all the model type. Bone thin with no curves whatsoever. This chick had more than enough.
My cock stirred with the shy way she got out of the cab. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to lift up her skirt and bend her over. Damn. And what did I say, “You're beautiful.” Fucking lame. Although, don’t think I didn’t notice how her breath hitched and her cheeks blushed with that small sentiment, not to mention her little stumble as well. Man, and the way she said Thank You. She had a little southern twang in there that made me want her even more. To hear her moaning my name. God, she was gorgeous and for the second time in one day, I made an ass out of myself and didn’t even have the balls to ask her name. And where did that nickname come from? I never just used random terms of endearment on girls. And sweetness just fell out of my mouth. Because something about her was just…sweet. She didn’t go all fan girl on me and bombard me asking for an autograph or a picture which almost never happened to me and something about that made me want to kick myself for not manning up and talking to her more.
What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to get laid. Tonight. There were always tons of girls hanging out in Jensen's apartment where we rehearsed. Ready and willing. I just hoped they didn’t get clingy on me like usual. Sometimes they just didn’t want to leave. They always wanted more. More time with me. More attention from me. More more more. Been there done that, bought the fucking t-shirt. I was not going there again, relationships aren’t worth the fucking heartbreak. No fucking way. Why did banging a hot piece of ass always lead to a clingy piece of ass?
After we rehearsed, Kendra, a regular groupie, as she was, made it clear she was available for a good time, so I took her back to my apartment in Brooklyn. As soon as I opened the door, she wasted no time getting down to business. As I closed the door she immediately grabbed my jeans and started unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with my boxer briefs. Like the pro she was, she instantly got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth swirling her tongue around the tip. I lost myself in this mundane act. It was the same with every girl. Always wanting to prove they could get Van Whitaker off better than the one before. I of course let them because, well, why the fuck not? In this town it was hard to find a nice, real girl let alone a girl who didn’t throw herself at me the minute she had the chance. I could never get serious with a girl like that. They weren’t the kind you could take home to mom. No matter how fucking plastered mom was, she wouldn’t approve.
I closed my eyes as Kendra took me to the back of her throat and all I could see in my closed lids were a pair of wide, innocent brown eyes and full pouty lips. I came a few minutes later. I called Kendra a cab, gave her some money and sent her on her way. I needed a new routine. I needed the sweetness from the park. There was something about her. She was different and I hadn’t given a shit about wanting to get to know any girl in so long but something about this complete stranger had me wondering what if.
Rachel Rae is a devoted wife to her high school sweetheart and momma to three unbelievably gorgeous children. She enjoys reading all things romance and writing about love and happily ever afters. When she’s not engrossed in a good book and obsessing over fictional boyfriends, you can find her gossiping over coffee or wine with frozen berries, goofing around with her sister, watching trashy reality TV and facebooking entirely too much. She is addicted to music, chocolate, Christmas, lip gloss, glitter and all things girly. She lives in Texas with her family.
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