Tuesday, May 3, 2016

REVIEW/RELEASE: Dex by Stephanie Witter

Series: Kinky Shine #1
Genre: Rockstar Romance/Contemporary


She succeeded in making him feel like a man. A normal functioning man when he hadn’t felt that way in years.

"Who're you f*cking?"

When my father, manager of the worldwide phenomenon Kinky Shine, asked me to come and help the band members appear more approachable I never thought my first meeting with Dex Bowers would start with such a question.

Immediately, I wanted to strangle him, wipe the smirk off his face and force him to mutter more than three words.

But there's something mysterious about him that was electrifying and the more he pushed me away and angered me, the more I wanted to know him and push through his hangups. 

"Trust. That f*cking trust thing didn't come easily to me." 

In the five years since my band became famous, not once had I been photographed with a woman. I knew it fed the supposed mystery surrounding me, but the real truth was far more humiliating than I was comfortable with.

That was until Harley Floyd walked in and I was left with a mind numbing lust for her that scared me shitless. It should be easy to let go and trust her just enough to have fun, to be happy I could finally come up with new material for our next album. But nothing was easy and with a life made of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll I wasn't sure if anything could last. Not even my band.

"What twenty-five year old was f*cking lost when his cock was rock hard when close to a gorgeous woman? One answer to that; a man who hadn’t had sex in a really long time."

~Book Review~
5 Stars

Harley Floyd, 23, is a communications graduate and blogger working on an assignment for her father, a musician manager. Rock band, Kinky Shine has made it to the top, but they won’t stay there if frontman and songwriter, Dex Bowers, 25, can’t get past his writer’s block. Dex is carrying the weight of the band on his shoulders and some hang-ups from his past.   
“‘A rock star who doesn’t fuck is an anomaly.’”
This! I loved how Dex broke the typical rock star manwhore mold. I simply adored this premise. It was far sweeter and sexier than reading about a guy who has bed a lot of women. Kudos to the author for taking this much more original angle. Dex is a keeper, a total book boyfriend.
“For the first time in years, a woman had my complete and undivided attention. For the first time in years, a woman fascinated me. And I was hard as concrete.”
The characters, really all of them, not even just Dex and Harley, pulled me in and came to life. As a rocker romance, it’s just as much about the band sticking together as it is about Dex and Harley making it work. The band’s banter was fun, and I enjoyed how the supporting characters mostly geared them in the right direction. Harley is a strong female character who isn’t pushed around. That’s always a plus with the heroine. But Dex, especially, was pretty enthralling as the elusive bad boy rocker who’s tormented by his past—broken—and yet the tone keeps it engaging and somehow hopeful, allowing the story to avoid getting bogged down with too much heaviness. There is a great balance of serious issues alongside a super sexy story.
“She rocked my fucking world with just a brush of lips.”
Oh and is it hot! The author definitely knows how to build up the heat and doesn’t disappoint with the steam factor.
“‘I’m going to strip you naked and then you’re going to get on all fours on the bed…’”
There is no mistaking the chemistry between Dex and Harley long before they even get to that point. I was fanning myself at midnight while reading. And I really liked them as a couple. That’s not to say that Dex and Harley didn’t both irk me in certain places with the way they handled different situations or that they always treated the other how they should have, but overall they were good characters who were growing and those little hang-ups moved along quickly. There’s no strung out angst here.

Told via Dex and Harley’s first person point of view, Dex is the first book in the Kinky Shine series, which features each member of the band. Maxen’s story is next.

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“Harley…’’ There was a fucking warning in her name, but she didn’t budge, didn’t bat an eye. But she did stop breathing for a second and her green eyes darkened again. My whole body shivered at her reaction. I inhaled and I didn’t smell the traffic exhaustion or other smells associated with LA. No, what I smelt was her vanilla perfume.

I pressed harder in the wall, the concrete biting into my back. I clenched my fists and kept my eyes locked with hers. I traced my lower lip with my tongue and her eyes went down to my mouth. My heart tripled in beat and a low growl escaped me. It couldn’t be heard with the bustling noise of the city, but it shocked me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a reaction. 

When I thought she’d take a step toward me, she took one backward and away from me. Her eyes widened and she blushed. “I guess this time I should be the one leaving,’’ she said in a small voice, her words stumbling into each other's . 

“No.’’ What the fuck was I saying? 

“What? I mean,’’ she shook her head. “I’m leaving.’’ 

I grabbed her shoulders and crowded her space before I realized what I was doing. Her scent enveloped me, enticed me. The thin material of her top was soft under my fingers, almost like nothing was separating me from her body. If I took a half step toward her I would feel her perfect breasts against my chest. I clenched my jaw and tried to calm my labored breathing. After a few seconds without moving she tilted her head upward to look at me and I was fucked. I thought I had been before that, but now, now I was lost to the sensations she was awakening in me, sensations I thought were gone. 

Her lips, lush and parted called out to me. Her cheeks coloring more and more into a deeper red had me ready to damn myself for this show of innocence. Her eyes, bright and yet getting glassier showed nothing akin to innocence and that made me ready to come in my fucking pants. She was a contradiction and I would have never thought it’d be so tantalizing. 

“What are you doing?’’ she whispered and her breath brushed my neck. I closed my eyes, my lips parted on a low moan. Fuck. What was she doing to me? 

“Push me away. Now.’’ 

I kept my eyes closed to better feel the brush of her breathing on my skin. My cock was pushing against my zipper and it was fucking painful. I wanted to squeeze myself and jerk off to find a release, but I couldn’t. We were on a street in broad daylight. 

I waited and waited and nothing happened. She kept on breathing irregularly and didn’t push me away.

So I did the only thing I could; I opened my eyes.

Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a

book or two close by, she can't spend a day without reading (or writing).



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