the band hits it big, Kiera and Kellan must ask themselves: Can their
love for each other survive the constant pressures of superstardom? The
friendships they've formed, the new family they've found, and the
history they've forged will all play a part in helping them navigate the
turbulent waters of the band's exploding popularity. A greedy executive
hell-bent on success, a declining pop star looking for an edge, and a
media circus that twists lies into truths are just some of the obstacles
the lovers will have to overcome if they are going to remain together.
Fame comes with a price-but will it cost Kiera and Kellan everything?
My Review 4~Stars In Thoughtless,
S.C. Stephens took the exhausted use of a fictional love triangle and redefined
it. She redefined it and created her own shape, well...shapes. Kellan, Denny,
Kiera, The D-Bags. She shaped it to perfection.
Now just like you, I put on my honesty undies one leg at a
time. So I have to admit that this was my least favorite book in the series.
Least favorite overall, but at the same time it held some of my most favorite parts,
the best parts. It was give and take really. I think part of my initial indifference
had to do with me tearing ass through Reckless
after waiting long (and not so patiently) for its release. That combined with
some cyclic plot repetition in addition to me not being so fond of the sex tape scandal, and
BAM…indifference. However, I swallowed my indifference and fell in love. S.C.
Stephens is talented enough to win me over every time. One thing I loved about Reckless
was Kiera’s growth. I’m pretty sure at some point in time we could all look
down at our palms and see a bitch slap with her name on it. There were
even times I was so fed up with her that I was ready for Kellan to just grab Denny,
run off, and build a house on Brokeback Mountain. The End. However, Kiera
finally turned it around (and then Kellan turned her around). I may not be
ready for us to paint each other's toe nails or sync our menstrual cycles, but
she earned herself some respect and that…I respect. What I didn’t expect, was to fall in love with Kellan Kyle
even more. He impregnated me using only his words. No seriously. It’s like his
words formed an imaginary penis and had its way with me over…and over…and over
again. It just doesn’t get any better than this. He showed so much emotion and
vulnerability, but at the same time he didn’t lose what makes him Kellan Kyle.
When he cried, I…I…he…I felt…I was so damn turned on. I’m sorry; nothing is
more heartbreaking and sexy than a man crying. Yes sexy. I’m gonna need a
minute…. I know I haven’t said much about the plot, but I don’t want
to spoil anything. I did blush with sexy embarrassment when Kiera asked…and
he…the text…”hard on”….sweet holy naked batman. I died!! I can’t say enough about the ending either…it was perfect. But
I’m really not sure how I’ll be able to survive in a world without more Kellan
Kyle. You can keep your Prada and Coach, I’ll take a D-Bag every time. This book alone may not have been perfect, but this series
is perfection. It’s a must read!S.C. Stephens has a gift and she has decided to share it.
It’s time to open it and enjoy!!
the phone glued to my ear, I got ready for bed. Because I missed him, I
threw on a shirt that I didn’t typically wear. Not because I didn’t
like it, but because it was saturated with Kellan’s scent, and I didn’t
want that to fade. Slipping on the black shirt with the word Douchebags
in bright-white bold letters, I crawled into the bed I shared with
Kellan gave me the rundown on his schedule, I brought the fabric of my
t-shirt up to my nose and inhaled the smell of him. It was incredible,
manly, yet clean. I still wasn’t sure what combination of products he
used to create that scent, but it was the most sensuous smell in the
world. And I suppose it was possible that it wasn’t a manufactured
scent. Maybe he just naturally smelled amazing; his bare skin was quite
edible after all.
I giggled a little at that thought and Kellan stopped talking. “What are you doing?” he asked, a clear smile in his voice.
“I just crawled into bed–”
He immediately cut me off. “Are you naked?”
flushed all over, and felt a stirring in my body by his words alone. I
could still hear faint noises in the background, so I knew Kellan wasn’t
by himself. But maybe he could be…
wearing the shirt you gave me a long time ago. It’s my favorite shirt. I
don’t usually wear it, though.” I closed my eyes as I confessed just
how obsessed with him I was. “It smells like you, and I want it to stay
chuckled in a low tone; it ignited the spark of heat in my belly that
he’d stoked earlier. I ran a hand over my body as the ache of loneliness
within me grew. I missed him so much–his touch, his smile, his eyes,
his tattoo…his heart. Everything.
“Really?” he asked. “Do I…smell?”
A low, purr-like sound escaped me. “Yes, you do, and it’s the best smell in the world. Better than coffee.”
Kellan groaned. “God, Kiera, you’re turning me on.