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Hold Me by Faith Starr
Title: Hold Me
Series: Music for the Heart - Book 1
Author: Faith Starr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2018
Joey has a knack for writing songs that make women swoon. It’s no wonder his band, Steam, is burning up the alternative charts.
Teva is into her studies and career. She has no time for romance or the drama that comes along with it. Until she lays eyes on Joey at a meet and greet contest her friend won.
Sparks fly between Joey and Teva.
One night of fun with a rock star wouldn't hurt anybody. Would it?
It might if the sparks don't fizzle out like Joey and Teva anticipate.
How can two people who live completely different lives make a relationship work? Is their passion enough to withstand the pressures of fame, distance, family-struggles, and possible career changes?
Hold Me is Book One in the Music For The Heart Series. All books in the series can be read as standalones but are best read in sequence. All of Faith Starr's books have Happily Ever After endings.
*Note to Reader: This book contains sensitive material and adult themes. It is recommended for those over 18
JOEY'S POV “The show was incredible. Thank you again for all you’ve done for us tonight. Highly unnecessary but greatly appreciated.”“The night’s not over yet.” The words sort of just slipped out of my mouth. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. God, her skin was like porcelain. The touch of makeup she wore only highlighted the sapphire twinkle in her eyes, and the soft shade of pink lipstick filled out her full lips. Fuck, she was ten times prettier up close. A natural beauty, to say the least.
TEVA'S POV Joey studied me. “I see the wheels turning in your head.” “You don’t know me well enough to see the wheels turning.” I kept my voice calm, trying not to act defensive. “And you don’t know me well enough to make judgments about my character based on generalizations you have preset in your mind.” He caught me off guard with his brilliant insight. “You’re right. You’ve impressed me yet again.” “Again? You mean I’ve been working my ass off to impress you, only to find out I didn’t need to try?” “Not in the way you think.” I smiled.
MEET FAITH STARR
When I’m not managing my husband’s medical practice or taking care of things for one of my three kids, I love writing romance fiction.
There is absolutely nothing like getting into the minds of my characters, bringing them to life, and giving them a life of their own with all the emotions that go along with it. I am swept away, head over heels in love, with each and every alpha male I create and the confident women who steal their hearts.
Being a romantic at heart, with a bit of a dirty mind, I relish creating stories that touch upon readers’ heartstrings, provoke thought, and hopefully provide a bit of insight into some heavy topics.
Being married for over twenty-two years ─ holy cow, how time flies ─ I honestly believe in “Once Upon a Time” and “Happily Ever After” endings because I found mine. Aww, I know, so mushy. But that’s me, a softie with a big heart. A bit of a nut too.
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Diversity by Faith Starr
Title: Diversity
Series: Hilltops #3
Author: Faith Starr
Genre: Contemporary, Lite-BDSM, Suspense
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Diversity by Faith StarrMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I've followed Faith Starr ever since i read her first novel in the Hilltops series - the story about the Hilltops BDSM club and its members is one that piqued my attention to say the least. While i mistook her for another author who wrote self help novels, i can honestly say that there is no mistaking her now as she keeps developing her engaging stores that give you a general idea of what this lifestyle could be.
This time we meet Mitch, brother to Derek and Noah who we've met in the previous books, and Allie, teacher and dancer as well as best friend to Emily who we met in Purity. Since i know what to expect by now from this author, i wasn't disappointed in Diversity. It had exactly what she promised in her first two instalments of the series - drama, angst, action and the added drop of kink when it comes to the club, and what Mitch wants from Allie. It was engaging and i'm curious to find out what else Faith Starr has to offer her readers in her next release.
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I’ll be right out. Don’t get into trouble.” He pointed at me for added emphasis before strutting off to another room, leaving me all by my lonesome.
“Me? Never,” I said to myself with a giggle.
I took the opportunity to be nosy and strolled around the apartment, except for the room he went into because I’d almost bet it was his bedroom; therefore, restricted for my own benefit. At least for now.
I found a closed door and paused briefly in front of it. I debated whether to open it or not.
“What the hell?” I asked myself and went for it, pushing it open.
My gut instinct told me he had his own version of the Red Room of Pain, causing me to take a deep breath before flicking on the light, hesitantly peeking inside.
Holy crap, I couldn’t have been more wrong. A huge drum set rested in the middle of the insulated room. Posters of rock bands covered the walls, good bands too, classic Tom Petty, Phil Collins, and Aerosmith.
“I thought I told you not to get into trouble,” his deep voice somewhat reprimanded.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I swung around, holding my hands up in surrender. “I swear I didn’t touch anything.”
He chuckled and entered the room. “Do you always walk around people’s apartments and open closed doors?”
He stopped in front of me, and my breath picked up speed. He had changed out of his suit, instead sporting gray joggers with an Abercrombie T-shirt. Gosh, he killed me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to turn my head away from him, the sight too powerful and glorious for the human eye.
“Not usually, but tonight the notion kind of grabbed me, and I went with it.” I moved away from him, studying the room with my eyes, not my hands.
“Are there any other kinds of notions you have going on in that mind of yours you want to go with?”
I turned to face him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased, placing my hands on my hips. “So Mitch Dorian plays the drums. That’s fucking hot.” The heat in my words matched my sentiments exactly, my eyes opening wide with desire.
“Really?” He took two steps in my direction. “Do you like drummers?”
“Let me think about it for a minute.” I scratched my head while taking in his drum kit. “Hmm, let me see; you sporting a tank top with those big guns of yours slamming the shit out of these drums? Nah, not interested.” I waved him off with a look of disinterest, my superb acting skills on full display.
“That’s too bad.” He took another two steps my way. “You’d be impressed by what I can do with those sticks.”
I nodded in interest, trying not to reveal too much excitement, when impressed by him and what he could do with those sticks put it mildly. “Perhaps you could show me sometime.”
“Anytime, babe, as long as you promise to dance while I play. You didn’t tell me you were a regular on Dancing with the Stars.”
Aw, he had gone and made me blush. “And you conveniently left out the part about you being a rock god.”
Two small steps forward and now he stood within touching distance, our eyes fixed on one another the entire time.
“Tell me to stop and I will, Allie. All you have to do is say the word.”
I had no coherent thought. There were only three things filling up the space inside my brain—me, him, and him being naked.
“The word,” I mumbled, too dazed and blown away to ask the specifics about the word in question.
“You’re quite the comedian.”
And with that, his lips were on mine.
I always figured Mitch to be the type to come in aggressively, but instead, he came in slow and deliberate, the kiss soft and sweet. I had to remind myself to breathe.
His tongue eased its way inside my mouth without a tinge of hesitation. I certainly wasn’t going to argue.
Yummy, he had the Whole Mouth Clean Listerine taste going on too. Cheater. So unfair.
I reached my hands up, my fingers running through his dirty-blond, wavy hair. And what hair he had! Like hair from an old Pert commercial, whereas in my version it had Mitch pumping in and out of me instead of him jumping up and down on a trampoline with his sexy bouncin’ and behavin’ hair. He could be a walking billboard for commercial products.
I moaned into his mouth, lost in his touch and in my thoughts about him.
He one-upped my gesture by snaking his arms around my back, lowering his hands down to my ass, cupping it so they could get personally acquainted.
Fuck. I hadn’t been touched by a man in months. My body literally begged for more, even though my mind told me to stop. Besides, in all the time Jonathan and I were together, he had never once touched me with the kind of craving and raw passion Mitch possessed. Our kiss was one of longing, almost as if Mitch was the Jack to my Rose, both of us alone with only the great expanse of blue sea out in front of us and warm, salty air filling our lungs.
I moaned again. Where was Celine Dion when I so desperately needed her? That would’ve been the icing on the cake to the fantasy playing in my mind.
I felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness in my head and body, almost dizzying. This man had me delirious, almost disoriented. No man had ever caused such an overwhelming reaction from a simple kiss. My body broke out into a cold sweat.
I pulled myself away from him in a panic, breaking the connection between our tongues. “Oh my God! I think I’m going to be sick! Where’s the bathroom?”
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