BLOG TOUR STOP~RIPPING PAGES By Rachel Rae
Release Date: October 25th
Synopsis
Sweet, shy and a bit goofy, Tinley Michaels has it all: a great mother, a wonderful, sexy, loving boyfriend, and her whole life ahead of her. One day her world is turned upside down when the love of her life suddenly leaves her without reason. She is left broken and vulnerable and vows to never let a man destroy her again. Months later, she decides to dust herself off and finally realize her dream of being a Broadway star. With nothing holding her back, she leaves everything she's ever known in Texas to start her new life in New York City. She moves in with her cousin, makes some great new friends, gets a steady job and an audition for a part in a small theater. Things are heading in the right direction.
Tinley isn’t looking for anyone. She is jaded but still hopelessly in love with her first love. That’s when, by chance, she meets Van Whitaker, the smooth talking sexy lead singer of the best-selling rock band, Ripping Pages. She labels him a man-whore/rock-n-roll douchebag immediately. Van tries to show her that he’s no longer that guy and that he sees something in Tinley worth trying to be better for. Even though he makes her feel things she’s only read about in the hundreds of romance novels she’s shamelessly addicted to, she is scared he will leave her even more broken than she already is. Should she give this gorgeous rock star the time of day? And what will she do when she comes face to face with her past and she must make a decision that will change her future and her forever?
What happens when the page you ripped out of the book of your life suddenly tries to put itself back into the story?
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EXCERPT
I stepped out into the hallway on the second floor. It was eerily quiet. The sounds of the party were drowned out by the enormity of the house. I walked down the hall where there were only 2 doors and a set of double doors. I saw the keypad next to the door handle and entered the code. Thankful that it was the right one. I felt around for the light switch so that I could see where I was going. When I found it and flipped it up, I was suddenly aware that I was in someone's personal space. I mean, I knew it was in the master bedroom but I felt like I was seriously intruding. A bedroom was very intimate. It was my personal belief that no one should be in your bedroom but the person you shared it with. Or persons depending on who you were. But I seriously had to pee. Looking around, my feeling of intrusion into someone's intimate space was confirmed. The room was huge with big windows all along the walls looking out into the city. It was sparse of furniture except for a huge King sized bed sat on the far wall, the bed sheets and comforter rumpled up like someone had just gotten out of bed even though it was after nine p.m. Men's clothes were strewn all over the floor. Jeans, white t-shirts, boxer briefs...a pair of lacy panties. I spotted condom wrappers on the nightstand next to an alarm clock and a half empty bottle of water and a phone charger. Ok, time to pee and get out of this dude's room.
I finished my business and walked out of the messy room quickly turning the lights off and closing the door behind me. When I came out into the hallway, my little annoying snoopy side came out. Seeing as I was totally alone up there I figured I could just have a quick look around. I would not go back into the bedroom though. That was pushing it. I tried to quiet my heels on the solid cherry oak floors under me. I turned toward the set of double doors at the end of the hall and carefully and quietly turned the knob. It was dark but as soon as I stepped through the threshold, the lights came on.
I was immediately in awe. Dozens of pictures and platinum, and gold records hung all around the room along with a huge shelf that held several Grammys and other awards I couldn’t name. I closed the door softly behind me and then walked around the room. I was in wonder as I looked around the room with beams and small windows looking out to the skyline. There was a fully stocked bar on the far side of the area. It was strangely cozy in that room. I walked over to one of the platinum records that hung on the wooden wall. I instantly recognized the band name. Ripping Pages. They weren’t a band that I particularly listened to but I remember James had several of their cds so I listened to them quite a bit when we were together. We especially enjoyed having some sexy time to the sounds of Ripping Pages and their lead singer whose voice made my girly parts tingle even more as it stroked me through the tiny speakers in James’ apartment. Add that voice to some sex with my man and boom, those were some fun times. James. He was into hard rock and alternative music. I was into some of the old stuff I had grown up listening to. My mother was a huge 70's soft rock fan. Bread, Barry Manilow and Carly Simon were some of my favorites. I also liked the occasional pop song.
From what I remembered, Ripping Pages were pretty good. Really good actually. James had told me more than once that they were one of the best-selling rock artists of all time. Wow, so Sloan’s brother was in Ripping Pages? Pretty cool. I walked over to the shelves that held the awards. I looked behind me to make sure no one had come in from the hallway to catch me being a total snoop. I turned back around and bent down to run my fingers along the shiny gold Grammy. It was from about 8 years ago. Best new artist. Damn. That’s legit. I ran my hand along another Grammy feeling the cold metal under my fingertips. It was from 4 years before.
“Album of the year,” I heard a familiar, deep voice penetrate the quiet. I screamed and turned around only to lock eyes with the one guy who had been filling my thoughts the past few days. He stood there, hair brown hair a spiky beautiful mess, perfectly faded jeans, a Mets t-shirt hugging his ridiculously defined body and those hot as hell tattoos running all up and down each of his impressive arms. I’ve never found feet to be anywhere near sexy but to see him standing there barefoot got my heart racing just a little faster than it already was. I just stood there staring and unbelievably mortified. He caught me snooping. Awesome.
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REVIEW
She met some great people and the amazing and very hot rock star Van - lead man of the band Ripping Pages
Tinley is a sweet girl ,Van is a sexy rock star add in the model cousin, ex boyfriend and a band of hot men and it made a great book. The was romance , sex, drama and a love triangle , what more can a women ask for. The book was well written and flowed well.
This is the first novel for Rachel Rae and I read it in an afternoon.
The book had no cliffhanger and ended with a lovely epilogue.
I will be looking out for more books from this author as I loved it.
5/5 Stars From Sarah Yearly
ALTERNATIVE POV
Alt POV: Van
After the dreaded dinner with my family, I walked down to the coffee shop on Fifth Avenue before heading to Jensen’s to rehearse with the guys. I had no idea I would see the hot piece of ass from the park. She looked fucking gorgeous in that tight short dress that hugged her sexy as sin curves in all the right places and those legs. She wasn’t built like most of the girls I had encountered. They were all the model type. Bone thin with no curves whatsoever. This chick had more than enough.
My cock stirred with the shy way she got out of the cab. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to lift up her skirt and bend her over. Damn. And what did I say, “You're beautiful.” Fucking lame. Although, don’t think I didn’t notice how her breath hitched and her cheeks blushed with that small sentiment, not to mention her little stumble as well. Man, and the way she said Thank You. She had a little southern twang in there that made me want her even more. To hear her moaning my name. God, she was gorgeous and for the second time in one day, I made an ass out of myself and didn’t even have the balls to ask her name. And where did that nickname come from? I never just used random terms of endearment on girls. And sweetness just fell out of my mouth. Because something about her was just…sweet. She didn’t go all fan girl on me and bombard me asking for an autograph or a picture which almost never happened to me and something about that made me want to kick myself for not manning up and talking to her more.
What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to get laid. Tonight. There were always tons of girls hanging out in Jensen's apartment where we rehearsed. Ready and willing. I just hoped they didn’t get clingy on me like usual. Sometimes they just didn’t want to leave. They always wanted more. More time with me. More attention from me. More more more. Been there done that, bought the fucking t-shirt. I was not going there again, relationships aren’t worth the fucking heartbreak. No fucking way. Why did banging a hot piece of ass always lead to a clingy piece of ass?
After we rehearsed, Kendra, a regular groupie, as she was, made it clear she was available for a good time, so I took her back to my apartment in Brooklyn. As soon as I opened the door, she wasted no time getting down to business. As I closed the door she immediately grabbed my jeans and started unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with my boxer briefs. Like the pro she was, she instantly got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth swirling her tongue around the tip. I lost myself in this mundane act. It was the same with every girl. Always wanting to prove they could get Van Whitaker off better than the one before. I of course let them because, well, why the fuck not? In this town it was hard to find a nice, real girl let alone a girl who didn’t throw herself at me the minute she had the chance. I could never get serious with a girl like that. They weren’t the kind you could take home to mom. No matter how fucking plastered mom was, she wouldn’t approve.
I closed my eyes as Kendra took me to the back of her throat and all I could see in my closed lids were a pair of wide, innocent brown eyes and full pouty lips. I came a few minutes later. I called Kendra a cab, gave her some money and sent her on her way. I needed a new routine. I needed the sweetness from the park. There was something about her. She was different and I hadn’t given a shit about wanting to get to know any girl in so long but something about this complete stranger had me wondering what if.
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