My rating: 6 of 5 stars
If there is one constant in reading for me it’s the potent and pleasurable high, the giddy delight I get when meeting a new or new-to-me author’s words. That rush during that initial read is off-the-charts incredible! I just popped my Stacy Kestwick book cherry with Drumline that was more of an explosion because HOLY HOT and HEADY READ!!!
I rarely rate a new-to-me-author the highest for my blog—six stars—but HOLY WOW!!! Drumline was THAT GOOD! From the very first page, Drumline was my DRUG and I could not inhale this tale fast enough. Amusing. Arousing. Angst-filled. Addicting. Awe-inspiring. I was so CAPTIVATED and CONSUMED that I devoured—more like demolished—this romance in one night!!! After just a few pages, I six-starred this spellbinding story. One new-to-me-author … one book … one night … one sitting … and my world was ROCKED!!! Where has Stacy Kestwick been all of my book-loving life?!?
Oh where do I start with the hero and heroine who both stole my heart from the start?!? I adored and admired this cast of strong and captivating characters who felt real, characters Stacy Kestwick flawlessly brought to life. The hero and heroine are absolute PERFECTION together!
Laird. First let’s take a moment of silence in appreciation of that SUPER SEXY, Viking-God-like name: LAIRD. JUST hot…SO HOT!!! Green eyes, tall, cut, stubble, AND ink?!? SOLD to the blonde with matching green eyes licking her lips! (That’s me.) Laird had me at green eyes, the color of my own that I happen to love! This captain of the college Drumline team is not only melt-worthy in looks but his flirty and dirty-talking demeanor seals the deal! Just toss my ovaries in Laird’s lap now please!
Stacy Kestwick has written the perfect hero in Laird: a tall, inked, muscular, sweet, sexy, swoony, and dirty-talking alpha who is hot with a huge heart. PURE PERFECTION. Just YES!!!
One lucky gal has Laird saluting everywhere in attention: Reese. Beautiful, tall, and new recruit to Laird’s Drumline team, Reese, is totally off-limits.
I’d already beaten thirteen guys at a game they didn’t think I could play.
Bold and badass to the bone, I was in awe of this tough heroine. Reese is winning at life!!!
“Give me the words, Reese. Tell me off the field, I can have you. That you’re mine.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
The electricity that surges through Laird and Reese was INSTANTANEOUS, an intense attraction at first sight. Their chemistry is COMBUSTIBLE, an inferno waiting to ignite. The sexual tension is PALPABLE. Like a teacher to a student, they are off limits.
“When I touch you — and make no mistake, it’s a when, not an if — you’re going to remember every fucking second of it. And it’ll be because you want it as badly as I do.”
Holy HOTNESS! Laird’s deliciously dirty mouth was a shot of sexy straight to my core. This ALL ALPHA OWNED EVERY OUNCE OF ME!!!
His mouth needed to come with a warning label. Danger. Highly flammable. But it was too late. I’d had a taste and I liked the burn.
Oh did Laird make me BURN everywhere! I was on fire, blazing at the heat that poured from this hot hero’s mouth.
“I could eat you all day, every day and never get tired of your taste.”
HOLY HOT AGAIN! My e-reader was on FIRE and so was I!!! I could not take anymore of Laird’s panty-melting mouth! My involuntary thigh clenches were out of control. This sexy and swoony hero, Laird, RUINED ME!!!
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
Hot breath fanned over my cheek.
“Tell me your heart isn’t racing as fast as mine.”
“Tell me to stop,” he dared me.
Don’t stop! Oh wait…I’m not the heroine here but I wanted to be! I wanted to climb into the story and climb on…well…I better stop. Let’s just say: If Laird were real, he would have so been my hall pass.
At least if we’d crashed and burned, I’d have given it my all, no regrets.
I did not expect this college romance to WOW ME SO MUCH! Drumline is as SEXY as it is SIGNIFICANT. This romance is full of smolder, but the tender and tearful moments touched my heart the most. My heart shattered and soared, pounding through my chest like the beat of the Drumline. In a love story that is the sweetest of SURPRISES, Drumline simply BLEW ME AWAY!!!
Stacy Kestwick is my new author hero!!! She’s a super star writer who possesses the power to write the perfect humor-heat-heart trio. This author’s storytelling skills are SUPERB! Drumline‘s writing is perfection, a story I sank into like a warm bath … INTENSE, INVITING and INTOXICATING. With its laugh-out-loud humor, off-the-charts chemistry, passion, smolder, strength, sorrow, sweetness, swoon, soul, and sooo much heart…Drumline has everything you’d want in a romance…EVERYTHING!!!
Drumline is FIRE fused with FEELS!!! I did not expect this story to twist and turn itself around me where I FELT ALL THE FEELS. I did not expect to CRY sad tears along with my happy ones. I did not expect to feel so much. I FELT this love story stream through me, sweeping me away. I FELT the passion mixed with promise for this heart-worthy hero and heroine. I FELT every emotion: heartbreak, happiness, humor, and hope. I FELT IT ALL … EVERYTHING!!!
Heart-stopping sexy, pulse-pounding, and passionately poignant, Drumline is a romance that stays with you … simply UNFORGETTABLE and UNPUTDOWNABLE. I LOVED EVERYTHING about DRUMLINE!!! Fresh … fierce … and ALL THE FEELS! Drumline is all that and MORE!!! I need an encore now! ❤️
“You’ll never feel anything but right in my arms.”
A NEW TOP 2017 & MUST-READ ROMANCE!
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 heart-pounding stars
Traditions are important. Especially in the South.
College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows.
Some things just don’t change.
Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bull***t attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line.
It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it.
She expects there to be tension. Even friction.
But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.
The door opened. Laird’s scent reached me first, soap and bad ideas and fairy tales all mixed up in a pheromone cloud I was powerless to resist.
“I shouldn’t be here.” My voice sounded weak and a bit defensive as I looked at his neck, his chin, his nose—anywhere but his kryptonite green eyes.
“Wrong. This is exactly where you should be.”
His hand closed around my wrist and he pulled me out of the endless Alabama heat into the coolness of his townhouse, then crowded me against the wall. Before I could protest, before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on mine, desperate, hungry, and so damn hot. Rational thought fled my mind. My knees buckled and I clutched his shirt, letting his arm around my back support my weight.
“Right here. With me. In my arms.” The husky words hit me like bullets.
His tongue licked the seam of my lips, then plunged inside. A greedy noise spilled from my throat. I’d never get enough of the way he tasted, of the way my skin seemed to hum whenever he touched me. His other arm fell to my thigh, tugging my leg up to wrap around his waist as he arched my back. That dirty mouth of his wasn’t the only thing pressing against me.
I raised my arms to his wide shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms. My nails scratched along his scalp, and his answering groan had me shivering in wanton desire.
There was no spark, no slow build-up. This was an instant inferno of need.
“Laird.” I rubbed my cheek against his stubble, then tipped my head to the side as he trailed kisses down my neck. “We shouldn’t.” It was my last attempt at logic, at sane reasoning.
“Says who?” His eyes bored into mine, snaring me in their frustrated heat. “You? You want this. I can feel how much you want it. Your nipples are already hard and begging, your mouth is swollen and pouting, and there’s no doubt in my mind, if I reached between those sweet thighs of yours right now, that you’d be wet and ready.”
He rocked his hips, his hard length obvious behind his zipper. “That’s just the start of what you do to me, Reese.”
Laird traced his fingers along my face, rubbing at the crease between my eyebrows with his thumb. “Tell me you don’t want to be here.”
Before I could open my mouth, he stopped me with a grunt and a sharp shake of his head. “No. Not whether you think you should be here, tell me you don’t want to be here. That you don’t want me to cook you dinner, and tell you how damn beautiful you look, and kiss you until you’ve been kissed every single way there is to kiss.”
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