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Finding Grey (Return
to You, Book 1)
by Rebecca Raine
Blurb
When being seduced by a rock
star, only a fool falls in love.
Sean
The night Dante Sinclair lured
me into his dressing room and gave me my first kiss, I was oblivious to one
important fact: all rock stars are spoiled narcissists. I learned my lesson
when our failed attempt at a reunion left me humiliated and heartbroken.
Now, Dante is booked into the
music retreat I run. Years have passed, so I know he won’t recognise me. He’ll
have no idea the man cooking his meals and washing his clothes is the same
skinny boy he kissed so long ago. And when he begins to look at me like I’m his
new favorite muse, my anonymity will be my only protection against the
sensuality of his charms.
Dante
Grey. It’s the name I gave
to the only boy I ever kissed. He is my favorite memory. The place my mind
goes when the expectations of rock stardom threaten to choke me. I barely
remember what he looked like, but I’ll never forget the way he made me feel.
When I came to this retreat, my
goals were simple: get out of my creative rut and write my new album. But one
look into Sean’s eyes is enough to threaten the tenuous control I have over my
life. He swears we’ve never met, but there’s a Grey-ness to him that inspires
me, even as it makes me long to satisfy the cravings I’ve denied for so long.
He may not be my Grey—but he’s
close enough.
Excerpt
(from Chapter 8)
After Phil left,
I turned on my heel to face Sean, curious to know which way the wind would blow
now we were alone.
“If you’ll
follow me, Mr Sinclair,” he began, gesturing to the hallway behind him, “I’ll
show you to your room.”
“Hold on a sec,”
I said, halting him. His cheeks hollowed as he turned back to me and I got the
impression he was biting his tongue. I sauntered closer, wrapping an
extra-thick layer of rock star around me as I went. “We’ll be seeing a lot of
each other over the next couple of months, so I’d prefer it if you call me
Dante. How does that sound to you, Sean?” I said his name slowly, letting my
gaze roam over his face as I spoke. I’d perfected the blatantly sexual move in
my late teens and used it liberally ever since. Most people responded to the
suggestion by repeating my name, often with the same slow drawl I’d used on
them. It was like a game. Harmless, but flirtatious, it was designed to make
people feel like we’d shared a profound, if fleeting, connection.
“If you insist,
Dante.” Sean said my name slowly all right, but rather than being flirtatious,
an undeniable hint of mockery colored his tone. He knew the game, but he
wasn’t inclined to play. A slow smile crossed my face as he turned away. Oh
yeah, he definitely didn’t like me.
We passed
several bedrooms before I spoke again. “This house is a little big for just
me.”
“We usually have
entire bands stay, sometimes with their partners,” he said over his shoulder.
“The house can accommodate up to ten people at a time. It’s not often we have
only one guest.”
“I work best
when I’m on my own. Less distractions.” I didn’t add usually to the end of my sentence, although with the way my gaze
glued itself to his arse as he walked in front of me, I knew the word belonged
there. Sean entered a doorway on the left and my perfect view was cut short.
I followed him
into a large, airy room. My luggage had been placed at the end of a king-sized
bed that called my name the instant we crossed the threshold.
“Your private
bathroom is through here,” he said, pushing a second door wide, “and the
walk-in wardrobe is opposite. I’ll be providing all your meals and taking care
of the house and grounds while you’re here. I can also run basic errands if
necessary.” Everything about his tone was pleasant, modulated… fake. I hated
fake. “Think of me as your go-to man for whatever you need during your stay.”
I didn’t need
much, but I’d just added the desire to hear Sean’s voice crack to the end of my
growing list of wants. Bending to place my guitar case in front of the nearby
dresser, I favoured him with a grin. “Aren’t you the host with the most.”
The barely perceptible
narrowing of his eyes wasn’t lost on me. “It’s all part of the Full-Service Package.”
In other words,
I’d paid a shitload of money to have him at my beck and call, and I’d be an
idiot to assume he was here for any other reason. The stark reminder was
unnecessary. I had no illusions about my life, or the fact it was populated by
transactions more often than affection. But it would make for a trying couple
of months if the man couldn’t at least pretend to tolerate me.
“I’ll leave you
to get settled. If you need anything, pick up the phone and dial one hash to
reach me. Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“And you’ll give
me that tour?” There was no real need for us to shake a second time, but I
offered my hand anyway. Something about his aversion to me, the way my very
existence seemed to annoy him, inspired a perverse desire to dig further under
his skin. “I wouldn’t want to get lost. Who knows where I’ll end up?”
Those lips
pressed together again as he came forward to accept my hand, but this time he
seemed to be fighting a wry smile. “It’s a viable concern with rock stars, I’ll
admit. I wouldn’t want to have to file a missing person’s report on the first
day.”
Sean’s teasing
made me smile. Perhaps there was hope for us yet. I looked into his eyes as we
shook, really looked—all up close and personal.
Grey. Sean’s
eyes were grey.
An eternity
passed as I stood there, staring at him. Not just at his eyes, though. I’d come
across men with grey eyes before. As colours went, it wasn’t so rare. Sean was
different. With his light-brown hair and his square jaw, he possessed a
Grey-ness that had been lacking in other men. For a moment, I imagined I could
laugh and pull him against me. Finally. After all these years.
Found you.
Sean cleared his
throat. “Is something wrong?” The low intensity of his voice, the way his
breath came fast in his chest, implied my overly dramatic response had somehow
been mirrored in him. “I’m gonna need my hand back.”
The spell broke
and I released him but, even so, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. “You, ah, you
remind me of someone I haven’t seen in a long time.” I swallowed past the lump
in my throat, wishing beyond all hope. “Have we met before?”
Finding Grey (Return to You Book 1)
By Rebecca Raine
Review written by Heidi Lynn's BookReviews
First, I want to
thank Rebecca Raine for providing me with this book so I may bring you this
review.
Fans of Rebecca Raine
fans you are in for a treat with Finding Grey (Return to You, Book 1). This was
one of my favorite books that she has written that I have read. She did an
amazing job with the characters, I adored the rock star vibe, and the MM romance
was an added bonus that topped the cake for me. This was a beautiful story line
that had never been done before. It was unique and fresh and totally outside
the box. I love books like that!
I do have to put a
warning label on this book. I am a very open minded reader. I enjoy reading MM
Romance and Bisexual romance. However, you the reader may not and that is ok if
you don’t. If you are someone who does not care for that type of subject then
Rebecca’s book series is not for you.
Kudos has to go to
one of my favorite authors Syneca Featherstone who designed Rebecca’s cover.
She does amazing work creating masterpieces that are truly amazing. She is
tremendously gifted in that aspect. This
cover was spot on to what the book was all about.
This book is
dedicated to Lisa. Rebecca would not be who she is if she had not met you.
I loved how Dante and
Sean originally met and wow that first birthday kiss was to die for! I laughed
so hard when they got caught by Dante’s father!!
This is one story I
am very interested in continuing the series with. There is so much that could
happen with these two characters. The opportunities are endless.
1 comments:
Thanks so much for your lovely review, Heidi. It means the world to me. :)
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