Series: Standalone Novel
Published by Self Published on 2/20/18
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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One break is all The Crow Brothers need and we’re about to get it.
Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You have a son.”
She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.
What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?
My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.
There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re both going to get burned.
Spark is a truly romantic love story that delivers humor and smart banter, beautiful writing, a layered plot that held my attention and had me as entertained as much with the central love story as I was with the heartbreaking course of events that brings all of these characters together in the first place. While I wish I’d felt more Johnny/Holiday feels from this couple, Jet and Hannah hold there own in Spark and I think readers are really going to enjoy this one. I certainly did.
3 “Hmm… I Liked It” Stars!
Spark is a whole lot of things at once. It’s the story of a one night stand becoming a whole lot more complicated when a musician and a mystery woman come to find out that their lives are tangled up in ways they never saw coming. It’s somewhat of a rock star romance, though our hero, Jet Crow, is more of a star on the rise than a household name. And it’s a story of a new single dad, a guy just trying to navigate his newfound parenthood while his music career begins to take off and his attraction to one woman wreaks havoc on what’s already shaping up to be an incredibly complicated situation.
SL Scott’s rock star romances are some of my favorites. She writes seriously angsty love stories set against the backdrop of superstardom and groupies, stage lights and guitar riffs. While Jet isn’t exactly as famous as Johnny Outlaw and the Resistance, he’s no slouch either. He’s such a sweetheart, he’s adorably sexy with or without his guitar, and he’ll make you swoon as much with his sexy one liners as he will with his adorable attempts at parenting.
I enjoyed Spark very much. While it definitely doesn’t pack the same angsty punch that some of Scott’s other work does, it’s certainly an enjoyable, messy, complicated romance. There’s a lot going on in this book. The steamy attraction between Hannah Nichols and Jet Crow straight out of the gate was enough to have me turning the pages with vigor. Their chemistry and palpable attraction is just delicious. There’s familial drama on these pages, there’s romance peppered with heartache. There are some of the sexiest scenes and the most heartwarming moments. And there’s an undercurrent of sadness that often had me reading with a lump in my throat. The storyline is refreshing and pretty infuriating with how selfish and difficult some of the characters try to make an already difficult situation. And The Crow Brothers are shaping up to be a completely riveting music trio that I hope we’ll see more of.
While Spark doesn’t quite live up to the bar that The Resistance series set for me, it’s a thoroughly enjoyable read full of ups and downs and drama. Spark is a truly romantic love story that delivers humor and smart banter, beautiful writing, a layered plot that held my attention and had me as entertained as much with the central love story as I was with the heartbreaking course of events that brings all of these characters together in the first place. While I wish I’d felt more Johnny/Holiday feels from this couple, Jet and Hannah hold there own in Spark and I think readers are really going to enjoy this one. I certainly did.
Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle share of what I want.
I’m well past hooking up with groupies, but something drew me to the beautiful brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about finding the missing piece of
me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didn’t matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me.
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took her home shortly after.
Fuck. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldn’t reach my shoulders in heels. Speaking of, “Keep them on.”
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I didn’t ask her to my bedroom. I didn’t have a chance. What started out as laughing while we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I don’t ever do that with a one-nighter, but damn if she didn’t make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until I’m dragging my shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. “You sing rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?”
“No one gets close enough to do me any harm.”
“That’s a pity.”
“It’s a pity I’ve never been hurt?”
“No, it’s a pity you’ve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.”
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I could blame the booze, but I can’t lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I never considered once before. Who was this woman? Even with our stomachs full, we weren’t satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to fuck her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect there’s such sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her cheek. “Hannah?”
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. “What?” she asks between heavy breaths.
“Are you okay?”
“Just making sure.”
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. “I’m sure.” Pulling me down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, “I want you. I want to do this.”
Shy isn’t something I’d call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And fuck if it isn’t a turn on that she wants me.
About the Author
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.