A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She’s one addiction he can’t resist.
Wyatt Jennings has been called a lot of things by the media. Bad-boy rocker. Intense drummer. Addict.
Finally out of rehab and desperate for a fresh start, Wyatt rejoins his mega-platinum rock band Shaken Dirty as they prepare for their world tour. But Wyatt’s demons are never far behind, always nipping at his heels for one. More. Fix.
Enter Poppy Germaine, the band’s new social media consultant. A beautiful bombshell who somehow manages to get underneath Wyatt’s skin, Poppy’s an addiction Wyatt can get behind. And even though she’s with the label—and therefore off-limits—he craves her. Needs her.
Except Poppy isn’t actually a social media consultant. She’s the daughter of the label’s CEO, sent undercover to babysit Wyatt and keep him from falling off the wagon again. Proving herself to her father is Poppy’s only goal—until she finds herself in Wyatt’s bed. But if Wyatt discovers the truth, it could send him spiraling all over again…
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He was on fire. There was no other way to describe it, no other words to do justice to what she was seeing. What she was hearing. Wyatt was in the back right corner of the stage, but it was like he was the only one out there. Like there was a giant spotlight focused right on him while everyone else was just standing around in the dark.
Obviously, that wasn’t true. The whole band sounded amazing. Ryder’s vocals were right on, Jared’s guitar playing was phenomenal as usual, and Quinn was as close to perfect on the keyboards as a human could get. It was crazy.
More, it was like it had been two days since they’d played together instead of two months. That’s how well they blended together, how well their styles meshed. Sure, Li was a little off, just as she’d known he would be—he was good, but his skills weren’t up to their level and his style was too removed to work with what the others were throwing out. Plus, he wasn’t coming close to keeping up with the drum line Wyatt was laying down, which was a problem considering bass and drums worked hand in hand in most Shaken Dirty songs.
But then again, it wasn’t like keeping up with Wyatt was easy at the best of times. And now, when he was mounting a full-on assault on those drums? Even Jared and Quinn were struggling to stay with him and this was their music. He was their drummer.
But hell, she didn’t think any musician in the world could be on that stage tonight and be anything but overshadowed by what Wyatt was doing. His stick work was so fast, so precise, so fucking brilliant, she wouldn’t be surprised if his whole kit burst into flames right in front of him. There was a part of her that wondered how it hadn’t already.
Music was her life, and rock was the genre she was most passionate about. She could name every member of every halfway decent rock group in the world, could list off the best singers, best guitarists, best drummers and bassists and keyboardists to ever live, along with their best performances. And she would swear that at this moment, no drummer she’d ever heard—not Keith Moon, not Dave Grohl, not Josh Freese, not even Charlie Watts—could hold a candle to Wyatt Jennings. He’d always been amazing, had always been brilliant at making the drums the creative backbone of every Shaken Dirty song, but right now, in this club after two and a half months of rehab, stone-cold sober and wailing away on the tom-toms, he was the best she’d ever seen. The best she’d ever heard.
And she wasn’t just thinking that because it had only been an hour since he’d given her the two most intense orgasms of her life…
Which she still couldn’t believe she’d let happen.
Not with Wyatt.
Not when she had a job to do that so specifically revolved around him.Not when she’d worked so hard and for so long to prove her father wrong…one slipup, one moment of giving in to the fire she worked so hard to keep tamped down, and she might have fucked it all up.
Obviously, that wasn’t true. The whole band sounded amazing. Ryder’s vocals were right on, Jared’s guitar playing was phenomenal as usual, and Quinn was as close to perfect on the keyboards as a human could get. It was crazy.
More, it was like it had been two days since they’d played together instead of two months. That’s how well they blended together, how well their styles meshed. Sure, Li was a little off, just as she’d known he would be—he was good, but his skills weren’t up to their level and his style was too removed to work with what the others were throwing out. Plus, he wasn’t coming close to keeping up with the drum line Wyatt was laying down, which was a problem considering bass and drums worked hand in hand in most Shaken Dirty songs.
But then again, it wasn’t like keeping up with Wyatt was easy at the best of times. And now, when he was mounting a full-on assault on those drums? Even Jared and Quinn were struggling to stay with him and this was their music. He was their drummer.
But hell, she didn’t think any musician in the world could be on that stage tonight and be anything but overshadowed by what Wyatt was doing. His stick work was so fast, so precise, so fucking brilliant, she wouldn’t be surprised if his whole kit burst into flames right in front of him. There was a part of her that wondered how it hadn’t already.
Music was her life, and rock was the genre she was most passionate about. She could name every member of every halfway decent rock group in the world, could list off the best singers, best guitarists, best drummers and bassists and keyboardists to ever live, along with their best performances. And she would swear that at this moment, no drummer she’d ever heard—not Keith Moon, not Dave Grohl, not Josh Freese, not even Charlie Watts—could hold a candle to Wyatt Jennings. He’d always been amazing, had always been brilliant at making the drums the creative backbone of every Shaken Dirty song, but right now, in this club after two and a half months of rehab, stone-cold sober and wailing away on the tom-toms, he was the best she’d ever seen. The best she’d ever heard.
And she wasn’t just thinking that because it had only been an hour since he’d given her the two most intense orgasms of her life…
Which she still couldn’t believe she’d let happen.
Not with Wyatt.
Not when she had a job to do that so specifically revolved around him.Not when she’d worked so hard and for so long to prove her father wrong…one slipup, one moment of giving in to the fire she worked so hard to keep tamped down, and she might have fucked it all up.
About the Author:
New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff lives in Texas and teaches writing at her local community college. She is married and the mother of three young sons.
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Review by Yvette:
Do you ever read a book and get so lost in the words, it's almost jarring to step away from the pages to return to reality? It’s not often that I become so consumed in a book that I forget the fact that I’m reading and that the characters are, in fact, fictional, yet that was exactly the case with Tracy Wolff’s Fade Into You. I was already a fan of the author’s Entangled Brazen rock star romance series, Shaken Dirty, although I was a bit wary of reading Wyatt’s story, considering the last time we saw his character, he was in terrible shape courtesy of his drug addiction. I expected Fade Into You to tug on my heartstrings and the narrative undoubtedly delivered, with protagonists, Wyatt and Poppy, baring their souls on every page of this book.
From its protagonists to its supporting characters, Fade Into You is very much a character-driven romance. Wyatt, a drummer for an internationally famous rock band, and Poppy, the daughter of the band’s label’s CEO, have an instant and incendiary physical attraction to each other, yet it’s their emotional connection that’s the most engaging. As we get a glimpse inside the minds of these characters via alternating perspectives, we learn that both Poppy and Wyatt have something to prove – something that drives their every thought and action and something that stands between their path to a happily ever after. As a narrator, Poppy is an open book, yet Wyatt is more of a mystery: he’s the carefree rock star that oozes sex appeal and has a penchant for dirty-talk, but he’s also the recovering addict, plagued by doubts and insecurities. The knowledge of Poppy's secret hovers in the background of the narrative, creating this unavoidable tension in both their professional and personal lives.
After reading the blurb for Fade Into You, I thought I had a clear idea of how this story would play out. While the blurb lays out the narrative, it doesn’t tell you how you’ll feel reading the book or how you’ll become so thoroughly invested in these characters that you’ll be glued to the story from start to finish. I've read many a rock star romance where the romance took center stage, relegating the trope to an occupation that the hero (or heroine) happened to have, but I haven't read many where the music was such a vital part of the narrative. The author has such a brilliant way with words, infusing so much passion and sheer adoration for her subject that you can't help but be enamored by what these characters are feeling and experiencing.
Do you want to read a truly amazing rock star romance? I'm talking one that will make you swoon, make your heart pound, and make your breath catch? Fade Into You hooked me from the very first page, drawing me so deep into the world of Shaken Dirty that I was reluctant to leave once the book was over. From the lighthearted comradery and unwavering loyalty between the band members, to the blush-inducing romance between Poppy and Wyatt, to the intense emotions this story evoked, I loved every minute of Fade Into You. I’ve been waiting two (long) years for this book to come out and Tracy Wolff (thankfully) ensured it was well worth the wait.
*complimentary copy provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review
Rating: 5 Stars
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