I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Lost For You by Jayne Frost
Series: Sixth Street Bands #4
Published by Author Published on January 12th 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Dark Romance, Romance
Source: Author, InkSlinger PR
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Content Warning: This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age.
When I was eighteen, I stood at the precipice of stardom. I had the record deal. And the tour to back it up. But I succumbed to the pressure of that life. The dark side.
Now, I skate on the fringe. My brother is the genius guitarist for the band Caged, and I’m the one who helped make that happen. I’m happy to run my bars and my land development company.
Sure I am.
And then I meet her—Taryn Ayers—the music manager behind the three biggest bands in the country. She doesn’t know I’m Cam’s older brother. Or that I’ve got a secret that makes her world and mine fundamentally incompatible.
Problem is, I want to know Taryn.
But do I want her to know me?
**Please note: This book contains instances of drug use.**
Lost For You by Jayne Frost Review
LOST FOR YOU was my first Jayne Frost book. It was raw and gritty and dark and deep. Drugs were very much a part of the story but it all fit together so wonderfully. It was well written and emotional. I loved it. I can’t wait to read more from Jayne. I loved Chase a lot. His story and struggles felt so real.
“I shouldn’t have come,” she said, her breath uneven. “Do you have a back entrance?”
I rounded on her, and when I caught sight of those eyes, impossibly large as she blinked up at me, I couldn’t help myself.
My mouth crashed into hers, my tongue demanding entry as I maneuvered her against the wall. Her lips parted on a gasp. But then her hands were in my hair, and it was all hot breath and soft moans. And fuck, the taste. Like strawberries fresh from the vine.
“Fuck, you’re sweet.” My palms glided up her sides, inching towards her breasts. “I knew you’d be sweet.”
Her little pants warmed the hollow of my neck. “So are you.”
I stroked her jaw with the pad of my thumb, and even in the dim light, I saw the flush color her cheeks.
“One more taste.”
It wasn’t a question. More like a vow. One more taste and I’d peel her off the wall. One more taste and we’d go get that drink I’d promised. One more taste and I’d be able to control myself.