All Stars Fall by Rachel Van Dyken
This review is from 2019 and is kept here for reference. Titles, prices and availability may have changed.
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- Stars
- ★★★★★
- Heat
- Molten
- Genre
- Contemporary
- Series
- Novella, Part of a Series, SpinOff
Recommendation
I’ve found my new book boyfriend! He’s a single dad and a rock star! If you haven’t read the Seaside and Seaside Pictures Series by Rachel Van Dyken, you need to add it to your TBR. Is there anything more sexy than a Man who’s a great Dad? Nope. This is a classic Single-Dad-Falls-For-the-Nanny story, and you’ll immediately root for these characters to get their HEA. This book is HOT, but the touching moments and the hilarity of real life with kids make this a book you’ll want to read over and over again.
Excerpts
"Made for my hands, aren't they?" I said gruffly against her mouth as I weighted her breasts in my hands then moved back so I could get a better look, so I could memorize the way her nipples seemed to strain toward me. Mouth swollen, she waited with a hooded expression.
"I fell the first day I saw you. I'm still falling. I don't ever want to stop. I pray there's never a day I wake up and realize I'm on the ground – because I want to be in a constant state of falling in love with you."
Publisher synopsis
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken…
She left.
Two words I can't really get out of my head.
She left us.
Three more words that make it that much worse.
Three being another word I can't seem to wrap my mind around.
Three kids under the age of six, and she left because she missed it. Because her dream had never been to have a family, no her dream had been to marry a rockstar and live the high life.
Moving my recording studio to Seaside Oregon seems like the best idea in the world right now especially since Seaside Oregon has turned into the place for celebrities to stay and raise families in between touring and producing. It would be lucrative to make the move, but I'm doing it for my kids because they need normal, they deserve normal. And me? Well, I just need a break and help, that too. I need a sitter and fast. Someone who won't flip me off when I ask them to sign an Iron Clad NDA, someone who won't sell our pictures to the press, and most of all? Someone who looks absolutely nothing like my ex-wife.
He's tall.
That was my first instinct when I saw the notorious Trevor Wood, drummer for the rock band Adrenaline, in the local coffee shop. He ordered a tall black coffee which made me smirk, and five minutes later I somehow agreed to interview for a nanny position. I couldn't help it; the smaller one had gum stuck in her hair while the eldest was standing on his feet and asking where babies came from. He looked so pathetic, so damn sexy and pathetic that rather than be star-struck, I took pity. I knew though; I knew the minute I signed that NDA, the minute our fingers brushed and my body became insanely aware of how close he was—I was in dangerous territory, I just didn't know how dangerous until it was too late. Until I fell for the star and realized that no matter how high they are in the sky—they're still human and fall just as hard.
Review published March 12, 2019