Recommended By Marissa
Recommended By Marissa
The tortured and depressed front man in the VIP series got his HEA and it was amazing. Kristen’s writing had me a bit teary-eyed, but then she’d give me some great comic relief and hot kissing to bring my mood back up. I highlighted whole passages that hit me in the feels, and not just the sexy times. Jax and Stella were perfect together, both battling demons and loneliness to finally find their other half.
I’ve loved every book in this series, Kristen has such unique meet-cutes for her couples. They have all been so different, yet still had things I’ve loved the same across all the books. This group of rock stars and their friends will give you a book hangover you won’t forget.
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"I've wanted to kiss you since the night we met and you stole one from me. I want to learn your flavor, the sounds you make, how you'll move against me when I taste you."
He has a hint of a British accent, faded in spots like a pair of well-worn jeans. And his voice? Gah. It is sex and sweaty sheets, hot fudge over crushed cookies.
"There isn't anyone I want to be around more than you. You occupy my thoughts, haunt my dreams. I can no more stay away from you than I can try to keep my heart from beating."
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From The Publisher
The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways.
In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.
Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.
Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor.
An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room.
Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.
Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.
All we have to do is trust enough to fall.