Release Date: Nov 3
Soulful, amber eyes
A sex, drugs, and rock n’roll reputation
A body that beckoned for sin
Three years ago Rochelle Floros was living her dream come true… then
lost it all. On the worst day of her life, the last person she
expected to be there for her was a rock star and tabloid favorite. Now, she’s
trying to rebuild her life after the tragedy that destroyed her fairytale. Slowly,
she found herself captivated by a sexy, bad boy drummer she had known for
years.
Rochelle was caught between the grief that shrouded her heart and
the charismatic man that made it race. What she didn’t know is if he was being
sincere or toying with her heart. The Redemption is about finding the pulse of
your soul in the most unlikely places and giving love a chance to grow.
Can what she wants really be what she needs? With
his rhythm and her passion, can they make music together? Or will their harmony
be lost forever?
About S.L. Scott:
S.L. Scott
is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her
passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters
and letting them lead her on their adventures.
Live music
shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions
she calls hobbies.
Scott lives
in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons,
two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels
include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
Excerpt 1:
I pull my
hand away slowly, leaving all the feelings we were developing behind in
the palm of
his hand. “The timing is wrong.”
“Bullshit!”
Startled, I
jump in my seat.
Lowering his
voice, he says, “That’s a cop out. I know you feel something for me. I see how
you react because I also feel it when I’m around you. There’s something here and you’re
just scared.”
“Scared of
what?”
“Scared to have
a life without Cory and thinking you have to justify it to others. The problem
with that is that when you start justifying it, it will make you feel like your love for
Cory was less. It wasn’t. It’s just different. He’s not here, Rochelle.”
“Stop it.
Stop talking about Cory and take me home.”
“Now you
want to stop talking about him?” He looks surprised. “I can’t win with you when it
comes to him.” He shifts the car into drive.
“This is not
a competition, Dex.”
Disappointment
slides onto his face. “Then why is he being shoved in my face every time
we make a move?”
“This is one
of the reasons why we won’t work. We see things very differently.”
“One of the
reasons? Name another because from where I sit, we fit like two puzzle
pieces clicking together.”
“You’re a
supposed recovering addict. You have sex with anyone who offers."
“That’s it.
Right there. You play like you know who I am, but you don’t. That’s why the lies
are so easily believed. I can tell what you’re doing. You’re giving me an out that I don’t
want. You’re allowing yourself to believe the worst about me to ease your conscience,
but it won’t—”
“You know
what? Not everything is about you and your past. You lost a band mate and
friend, but I lost my soulmate!”
EXCERPT 2:
“Here’s the truth of the matter. If we do this... again,
there’s no going back to square one tomorrow. Not for me. I won’t be able to act like
I don’t care about you, like I haven’t thought about you every day since we were together
last. So it’s easier to stop now than later.”
With a discouraged sigh, I say, “You’re stronger than me,
Dex.”
“No, I just know my greatest weakness is the woman beneath
me right now.” He rolls over sighing in a way that shows frustration has set
in. Turning his head to me, he says, “I want to fuck you so bad, but I also want to do all
that making love stuff too. And if we do that, I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.” He sits up
and walks to the other side of the room, leaning his back against the wall.
I prop myself up on my elbows, caught by the heaviness of
the emotions I’m suddenly feeling for him.
“Go to sleep tonight. Fly home tomorrow.” He walks into the
shadow of the entryway. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
I hear the door open as I fall back on the bed, my own
sexual frustration setting in.
But just when I hear the door close, the weight of his body
lands on top of me and he kisses me hard. Surprised, my eyes fly open, but then I go
for it just like him and kiss him back with just as much passion. He pushes off of me
again and stands between my legs. “I make very few promises in life, but this one I can
make to you. Rochelle Floros, I’m coming for you. It’s our time, so get ready for me.” He
turns abruptly and leaves me sitting there stunned... and tingly.
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I want to be honest, I did not finish this book. I wanted to stop at 2%, but I forged on and made it 20% before I called it quits. I just couldn't.
I know I know, "What happened at 2% that was so bad!?" I'll show you...
The double doors of the master bedroom are closed along with the other bedroom doors down the hall. Taking the knob in hand, I turn slowly. It opens and I'm greeted with darkness. I'm hoping no one is in here doing something I don't want to see or hear, so I enter with caution. Although there is no light except for the moonlight coming in from the balcony doors, I walk in when I hear silence.
See!? See! I told ya! If your brain doesn't go "Wait! WTF did I just read?" you may need to wake up.
But that's not all folks! I'm all for drama, but when it is written
as superficial and flimsy as Dex and Rochelle...I can not do it. In the short amount I read, Rochelle
changes her mind/feelings so frequently it was hard to follow any sort
of storyline.
If you have read S.L. Scott before and like her, please continue. I, however, cannot recommend this book.
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