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Lost For You (Sixth Street Bands, #4) by Jayne Frost
Published by Indie on January 12, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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I've been clean for years. But now my addiction has a face. Her face...
At eighteen, I stood at the precipice of stardom. I had the record deal. And the tour to back it up. But I succumbed to the pressure of that life. The dark side.
Now, I skate on the fringe. My brother is the genius guitarist for the band Caged, and I’m the one who helped make that happen. I’m happy to run my bars and my land development company.
Sure I am.
And then I meet her—Taryn Ayers—the music manager behind the three biggest bands in the country. She doesn’t know I’m Cam’s older brother. Or that I’ve got a secret that makes her world and mine fundamentally incompatible.
Problem is, I want to know Taryn. I crave her as much as any drug.
But can I risk letting her know me?
Lost For You is a STAND ALONE New Adult Romance.
Intended for mature audiences due to hot as sin rockstars and the world they live in.
**Please note: This book contains instances of drug use.**
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Lost For You is my first book by Jayne Frost and I’m so glad that I found a new author to follow. I felt like the writing style was smooth and the characters were well developed.
Let’s get a few things out of the way. This book is part of a series and it can be read as a standalone. However, I will admit that in the beginning, there were a few names thrown out there and I felt like there was something I was missing. I’m only saying this because in the end, it didn’t matter and I didn’t have any lingering questions. Just the desire to go back and read the other books. So if you get that feeling in the beginning, I urge you to keep going or you’ll miss out on a great story.
Lost For You tackles so relatable issues such as drug addition and the destruction that death leaves behind. Every single person will be able to relate to either Chase, Taryn or both. Everyone has their own demons to face. It’s how you face it that matters and in this book it gets ugly before it gets beautiful.
“You’re the smooth surface to all my jagged edges.”
From the moment Chase locked eyes on Taryn, she stole his heart, he just didn’t realize that’s what it was. They have this undenying connection that renders it impossible to stay away from each other. However, they each have their own issues that continues to draw them apart yet always back to one another.
Chase might be one of my new favorite musician/business man combo. Actually, I think he might be the only one with that combo so he fully has my heart in the category. Watching his struggle and then the realization of his love for Taryn and the battle that comes with that was both heartbreaking and uplifting.
My job takes me to Austin, TX several times a year so I loved some of the local flair thrown into the book since it was set there. I’m like Taryn and would react the exact same way to Franklin’s. It’s that good!
Overall, I really enjoyed Lost For You. It’s angsty, sad and heartbreaking but it’s inspiring and uplifting as well. If you are looking for a new to you author to take a chance on, then this book and Frost is right where you need to go. Don’t miss out!
At the subtle shift in energy, I pulled Taryn to my side. She kept her head down as I spun us toward the main floor. When we emerged on the other side of the bar, I ushered her through the door marked No Admittance and into the hallway that led to my loft.
“I shouldn’t have come,” she said, her breath uneven. “Do you have a back entrance?”
I rounded on her, and when I caught sight of those eyes, impossibly large as she blinked up at me, I couldn’t help myself.
My mouth crashed into hers, my tongue demanding entry as I maneuvered her against the wall. Her lips parted on a gasp. But then her hands were in my hair, and it was all hot breath and soft moans. And fuck, the taste. Like strawberries fresh from the vine.
“Fuck, you’re sweet.” My palms glided up her sides, inching towards her breasts. “I knew you’d be sweet.”
Her little pants warmed the hollow of my neck. “So are you.”
I stroked her jaw with the pad of my thumb, and even in the dim light, I saw the flush color her cheeks.
“One more taste.”
It wasn’t a question. More like a vow. One more taste and I’d peel her off the wall. One more taste and we’d go get that drink I’d promised. One more taste and I’d be able to control myself
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