Title: Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
Author: Kylie Scott
Publication Date: July 29, 2014
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
5 star Review
I have come to find that Kylie has super powers!!! Now...let me explain...
When I read Lick, I fell for David Ferris! I mean...who didn't?!?! He was sex on a stick...and OMG..how romantic was he?!?! Then in Play..I found my favorite Stage Dive hottie, the ridiculously funny, over the top sexy, loving, kind, caring Malcolm Ericson. I mean really...who doesn't love Mal the best?!?! However...then there was Jimmy!
I was worried going into Lead, that I wasn't going to like it. Since the very beginning Jimmy, has been on my shit list. He was a complete ass! Arrogant, ignorant, you name it...it the way I felt about Jimmy. He hurt Dave...and that was all that mattered to me. So I judged him...and in turn...thought I was going to really dislike Lead. However, Kylie and her super powers did what I never thought possible...she redeemed Jimmy in my eyes!!! I have seen past, his completely
Jimmy's character really grew throughout this series. My opinion of him has done a complete 180, and I couldn't be happier! Deep down I hoped that Lead would change my feelings on Jimmy...and it did...it did in spades! Thank you for that Kylie!!
Lena was the perfect choice for Jimmy. The tough, independent, strong, deep, kind, ball busting character she is, is exactly the only type that would fit for Jimmy. And the way their love story went down...couldn't have been better.
I recommend...to all the Stage Dive fans out there...read Lead!! Even if your initial thoughts were...like mine about Jimmy, Kylie truly worked magic, and made Jimmy as lovable as the others!!! Pick it up....and enjoy...I know I did!!!
Excerpt“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?” “Nope.” “You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis. “Yes. I haven’t seen it.” Can’t find it anywhere…” “And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.” “Sure you haven’t seen it?” “For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low. I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth. He frowned. “No.” “That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?” “Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything. “Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better. “Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.” Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?” “Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.” “I’m not!”
The Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott
Lick (Stage Dive #1)
Play (Stage Dive #2)
Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
Coming January 6th, 2015
Deep (Stage Dive #4)
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About Kylie ScottKylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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