Strings by Kendall Grey
This review is from 2013 and is kept here for reference. Titles, prices and availability may have changed.
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Recommendation
You know how you pick up a book with certain expectations and it goes above, beyond, and over the moon exceeding those expectations? That’s what Strings is for me. I knew it was going to be dirty (hello? read the author’s synopsis), but I didn’t expect Strings to make me laugh inside and out over and over. This is not a book for everyone, especially if you’re squeamish reading extra dirty sexing. Strings is super, duper, over-the-top dirty. And that’s just one of the reasons I loved it. I fell in love/lust with Letty and Shades, but especially Letty and her hilarious, in-your-face language. I learned names for private parts, both male and female, I’d never heard before, and I thought I’d heard them all. Basically, I want to be Letty when I grow up. You GOTTA read this book. [May 2013]
Publisher synopsis
WARNING: STRINGS is not suitable for slut shamers, uptight stone throwers, Holier-Than-Thou prudes, humorless virgins, persons with chronic neck or back pain, pearl-clutching bitties, those who disparage crude humor or vulgarity in their many forms, closed-minded people with sticks up their asses, or anyone under the age of 18. The vile, base language and shocking, unholy sexual acts contained herein are not condoned by anyone with a lick of sense and should certainly not be reproduced without proper training and protection. The potty-mouthed and perpetually horny "heroine" (the term is used loosely) of this book does not resemble a normal, well-adjusted, or remotely believable person in any way, shape, or form. The author acknowledges that the characters in this book are shallow and two-dimensional; the plot is both ridiculous and insipid. She makes no apologies for any of it.
* Readers are strongly advised to wear latex gloves whilst reading to minimize contamination risks.
Free-spirited musician Letty Dillinger adheres to a strict, "no strings attached" policy when it comes to men. After a wild night of unabashed sex in a fancy hotel room, she never expects to see the adventurous stud she dubs "Shades" again. When her all-girl rock trio books a tour at the last minute as the opening act for their archenemies, Letty's shocked to discover she knows the competition's new lead singer. Intimately. Shades is no longer a one-night stand. Now he's the guy she has to one-up on stage every night for the sake of her career.
Sharing close quarters on a bus with her sexy nemesis and his bad-boy buddies puts Letty's Golden Rule to the test. On this tour, guitar strings aren't the only things being played. And when heartstrings are pulled too hard, they're bound to snap sooner or later.
Review published May 14, 2013