Author: Kristen Strassel
Series: Night Songs Collection Series (#2)
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Foreword Literary
Release Date: Mar 26 2014
Edition/Formats It Will Be Available In: eBook & Print
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Blurb/Synopsis: Melanie Vaughn’s job ruined everything. Her social life,
nonexistent. Her relationship with her boyfriend, a hostile roommate situation.
She resolves to fix everything one snowy afternoon, but instead comes home to
discover her boyfriend is already exploring other options. Blonder, bustier
options. Rage drives Melanie to do the unthinkable.
When Soul Divider was on the top of the world, so was Ryder
Maddox. When the band faded into obscurity, Ryder’s luck plummeted with it. In
a last ditch effort to rekindle the band’s heyday, Soul Divider teams up with
powerful vampire clean leader, Talis de Rancourt. In return for her services,
the band pays the ultimate price for never ending fame.
Now on the run, Melanie meets Ryder in a middle of nowhere
hotel. She never expected her teenage rock star crush to be as lost and as in
need of a companion as she is. Their connection is all consuming, even before
they find they share another kinship: murder.
The newly turned vampires in Soul Divider still have a lot
to learn. The police and public begin to connect the girls that go missing or
die in sync with the band’s tour schedule. Back at home, clues are also adding
up against Melanie as well. Between constant media coverage and unrelenting
attention from the authorities, Melanie and Ryder find themselves in
unchartered territory.
FTC Disclosure: I received this book for free from the author, editor, publisher, or Promo Host. This is my honest opinion about this book and I did not receive any monetary compensation for writing this review nor was I obligated to write a positive one.
Either Ralph had a better opinion of Milwaukee than he did
of Detroit, or he seemed to think that Erin and I could hold our own. Or he
just didn’t care what happened to us anymore after last night. Obviously we
weren’t safe from attack on the buses. Whatever his reason was, Erin and I were
free to go off on our own.
“Can you believe after all the time we spent chasing after
the band together, we meet up with each other here?” Erin chattered nervously
as we walked down the busy road away from the parking lot of The Raven night
club. “Think they have Starbucks around here?”
“Um, probably not.” Many of the stores in this neighborhood
hadn’t been open for business in a long time. We walked past a nail salon, a
Columbian convenience store, and a pizza place. “There’s a diner up ahead.”
“They’ve got coffee. Sold.”
The diner was strangely quiet for being so close to lunch
time. We sat ourselves and waited a while for anyone to acknowledge us. Neither
of us was ready to really talk yet. We spent the time waiting for a waitress to
acknowledge us as we looked around at the dusty Americana cluttering the walls.
“Would you ladies like coffee?” The waitress finally
surfaced, placing sticky menus down in front of us. Maybe she meant for us to
sample previous customers’ meals before making a decision. I pulled hand
sanitizer out of my bag and silently offered some to Erin.
“You have no idea.” Erin said, rubbing the gel together in
her palms. “Keep it coming.”
“It’s going to be a minute. I need to brew a pot.” The
waitress walked away without asking us if we wanted anything else. Erin and I
were both at a loss.
“Shouldn’t a diner always have coffee? I mean, isn’t that
the point of a diner?” Erin spoke rapidly. “Oh well, at least it will be
fresh.”
I noticed she’d already placed her menu aside. Granted, it
was gross, covered in jelly and syrup. I had my old standbys at places like
these. Chances were I’d order Eggs Benedict or a cheeseburger. I didn’t know if
I could resist diner fries. Yesterday’s salad didn’t quite cut it. But Erin
always used to take forever to make a decision.
The waitress returned with our coffees. “Have you ladies
decided?”
“Yes, I’ll have a cheeseburger. Cooked medium.”
“I’m all set.”
“Really?” I questioned Erin. The waitress couldn’t care
less.
“Yeah. I have some protein bars back at the car.”
“You can’t live off of protein bars!”
“Don’t give me a hard time, Melanie. I mean, I’m the one who
should be grilling you. It’s just food. Who cares?”
I sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I did have a lot of
explaining to do. “So what do you want to know?”
“When I told you about Jamie, it wasn’t a surprise, was it?”
I shook my head.
Erin looked like she might get sick. She swirled her spoon
around in her coffee cup vigorously. For such a protein bar aficionado, she
certainly added a lot of sugar to her coffee.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” She whispered, eyes wide. I
don’t know if she assumed I had anything to do with his death or not. And I
wasn’t looking for clarification.
“I couldn’t. It was just too awful, too fresh.” I couldn’t
look her in the eye. I just watched the whirlpool of caffeine following her
spoon, concentrating on the motion so completely it made me dizzy.
“So what came first? That, or you being here?” Erin
continued.
“That.”
“Are you here with the band, or just here?”
“With the band.” I bit my lip and looked up at her. Finally
her face lit up.
“Nice.” The Erin stamp of approval. “Which one? Adam?
Josiah? Not Thomas, he’s too creepy for you.”
“Ryder.”
“No way!” Erin slapped the table, making the remaining
coffee in her mug jump. We stopped for a moment when the waitress brought me my
burger.
“Can I have some ketchup, please?” Why didn’t they just keep
it on the table? Something about this place was off. I said a quick prayer to
ward off Mad Cow Disease while I waited for condiments.
“Mel, you lusted after him all through high school! And he’s
like, not even back on the market yet after the divorce.”
“You make him sound like a used car.”
“You know what I mean.” Erin piled up spent plastic creamer
tubs like a pyramid. “Tell me how it happened!” Her question tapered off in a
squeal.
I swallowed the rest of my french fry before answering her.
“It just happened. We ran into each other and we’ve been together ever since.”
“Are you traveling alone? I mean, we could drive together.”
“I’ve been riding on the bus.”
“Oh.” Erin’s face darkened.
This was the perfect time to turn this interview around. “So
what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to see Drake.” She leaned forward, speaking in a
hushed tone and looking triumphant.
“Does he…know you’re here?” Something about her wording made
me think she hadn’t made much progress from our fan girl days seven years
before.
“Of course he does.” She looked insulted. Rightfully so, I
guess. I mean, who would go to Milwaukee in the winter on a whim? “He’s just,
you know. Busy. He can’t always have company. He’s got a business to run.”
Erin had drank the Drake Kool-Aid. “So I hear. How well do
you know Drake?” Did she know what I knew?
She smiled. “Extremely well.”
“So then you know?”
She sighed. “That he’s never going to leave his wife. Yeah,
Mel, I get it. He can’t. It would totally ruin his public image. And there are
other reasons, too. But I know the real him, and I don’t care. I’ll take what I
can get.”
I hadn’t expected that. “Everyone knows that. Have you
noticed anything, weird about him, if you know what I mean?” It was still too
surreal to just ask someone if they knew their lover was a vampire in the
middle of a restaurant.
“Oh, that he’s a vampire? Of course.” Erin dismissed it like
it was no more trivial than her not wanting anything for lunch.
“That doesn’t freak you out, even just a little bit?” I know
I still hadn’t gotten over it, no matter how much I liked it when Ryder sunk
his fangs into me.
“Um, excuse me.” A shy, skinny, middle aged man overwhelmed
by a plaid wool jacket and a trucker hat approached the table. I felt confusion
spread over my face as Erin looked up at him brightly. It was her attention he
was after. “I just have to ask, are you Trixie Temptation?”
“Trixie Temptation?!” I mouthed at her as she nodded and
smiled at her admirer.
“Oh wow, I love your work. You’re so beautiful.” The man
gushed. Erin assumed her alter ego and nodded at him with a frozen smile. What
the hell was going on? “Could I take a picture with you? My buddies will never
believe I saw you.”
“Of course.” Erin rose as the man took out his camera.
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Dwight.”
“It’s so nice to meet you. Maybe my girlfriend will take our
picture for us?” She winked at me. Skinny Dwight ogled me, trying to figure out
if he knew my ‘work’ as well.
I sighed, trying not to grimace. “Sure.” Erin put her arm
around the man and I captured the moment.
Dwight kissed Erin’s hand. “Thank you so much for your time,
Ms. Temptation.”
Then he was gone.
“What in the hell was that about? Trixie Temptation?” I
practically shrieked.
“Shh!” Now it was Erin’s turn to look annoyed. “That’s my
stage name.”
“Keep talking.”
“I’m a traveling model,” Erin explained. “It’s how I support
myself while I’m out on the road.”
“What kind of model?” Erin was just a little bit of a thing
with a pink streak in her platinum blonde hair, a nose piercing and several
tattoos. Pretty, definitely, but not in an America’s Next Top Model sort of
way.
“I do fetish shoots. Artistic Nudes. That sort of stuff,”
she said casually. She had a way of brushing things off that anyone else would
consider a bombshell.
“Porn?” This was just too much.
“Not porn. Nobody puts anything in me. I call the shots, and
I know my limits. I probably make more money than you do at the bank. I didn’t
expect you to judge me, Mel.”
Now I felt bad. “I’m not, but I don’t like to think of you
selling your body just so you can support your Drake habit. I mean, that guy’s
got more money than God, you’d think he wouldn’t want you doing that.”
“It was his idea,” Erin said, quietly, as she finished off
her third cup of coffee. “And face it, Melanie, we’re all selling ourselves in
some way.”
My Rant: Night Moves was a really good book. The beginning of the story made my bottom lip
hit the floor. I had to blink a couple of times because I could not believe
this story began with a bang that set the pace of the book. I got lost in this
story. There was no way I could put this book down. While I was reading this
story I had some serious face expressions going on, to the point where my sister
was like, what are you reading and when I told her and began to explain what
was going down in the beginning of the book she had to raise an eyebrow and
chanted go Melanie. As fragile as the
situation was Melanie is my hero. LOl. Ms. Kristen Strassel gets this book off and poppin
in the first chapter and from there you are on a roller-coaster ride of events.
You link with the characters immensely; you begin to feel their emotions of
Love, Lust, fear, rage and regret. Now doesn't that sound like and interesting
story.
This book had betrayal, murder, romance and a hint of
comedy. But what really made this fireworks go through the roof is the
unexpected events that you do not see coming in the plot, and of course I can’t
tell a lie, the vampires in this book makes it all worthwhile especially Ryder.
His character is smooth, affectionate and loving and while Melanie was falling
head over heels for him so was I. There is no way in hell you could not love
and adore Ryder. The antics in the book were gut busting funny. Although there
are moments where you want to tear up and start the water works for the
characters but the humor and dialog in the book blows your mind. It makes you
feel as if you are sitting in the room with a bunch of goofy and winy friends. I am hooked and for a good reason too. Who wouldn’t
love a book that contained rock stars, vampires, kick ass damsel in distress
and a plot where the possibilities are endless? Don’t believe me get a copy for yourself and
stop by to tell me what you think about the story.
My recommendation:
I rated this book 4 out of 5 Purple Rant Hearts and would recommend this book to anyone that loves an rock star vampire story.
Night Songs Collection Series
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
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Happy Ranting and Raving !!!
Thanks for the amazing review, Crystal!!
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