Posted June 22, 2015 by Kris and Vik in Blog Tours, Book Love, Giveaways, Guest Posts & Reviews, Home, Special Content & Excerpts, Sultan Review / 0 Comments

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Genre: A contemporary romance novel

(A standalone novel)

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Vi Keeland

Meet Flynn and Lucky in this rock star romance!


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Dimpled smile of a boy

Hard body of a man

Sings like an angel

Fucks like the devil

I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.

At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall.  At twenty-five his body hovered over mine.  Every girl’s fantasy became my reality.  I was dating a rockstar.  Yet I was slowly falling for another man.  The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.

Flynn Beckham was the opening act.

Dylan Ryder was the headliner.

What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?

I’ll tell you what happens.  Things get ugly.

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guest review sultanWow,  I really enjoyed  this book! I think I may of liked it more than Thob. Why you ask, well that’s simple…. Flynn, Flynn, mother f*cking Flynn!

We first meet Flynn in Thob and I thought I loved him then, but after reading his story I’m without a doubt, head over heels in love with this sexy as sin, dirty talking Rockstar!  You don’t need to have read Thob in order to enjoy Beat but you do just miss out on some sweet Flynn moments from book one. And why would you ever want to miss out on Flynn time?

Flynn is making it big in the world of music and has even landed himself a huge spot on the hottest band tour.  Only problem… he’s in love with the one women he should stay away from, Lucky. She is the girlfriend of lead singer from the headlining band on tour, Dylan Ryder. Being in love with Ms. Lucky is anything but easy and honestly the jury is still out on if she was good enough for my Flynn.  This chick was one of the most wishy washy girls I’ve ever experienced. I mean how do you even need to consider being happily ever after with Flynn? Like… Duh?

I honestly don’t know how she stayed away from Flynn for so long… Or tried to fight her feelings from Mr. Charming-Pants.  I was a goner from page one… Oh who am I kidding, I’ve been in love with Flynn since I met him in book one.  He is just one of the most incredible men I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet, and it’s a shame he isn’t real! He is honest, compassionate, charismatic, funny, sweet, sexy as all get out, and the mouth on this guy… * fans self* is just out of this friggin world! Some of the best parts where when he was interacting with his niece, Laney.  She was the cutest little pumpkin ever!  I hope we get to see more from Flynn in future books.  I’d love to see him as wonderful husband to Lucky and an incredible dad to his little minions.  I pray this series continues *hint hint Ms. Keeland*. Flynn fan girl 4 life!

** ARC was kindly provided by author in exchange for an honest review **


Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard.  The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips.  I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time.  I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.

“So.  Give it to me straight.  What am I doing wrong?”

Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see.  Everything was perfect.  Don’t change a thing.  Shit.  “Could you do it again?  Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while.  So the sounds are less familiar to your body.  Sometimes that can give me a different view.”  At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.

He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe.  “Hmm…your posture is great.  Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords.  Your alignment is perfect.”

“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect.  I was already basking in the glow.”

“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect.  Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”

“It isn’t the way I normally sing.  On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder.  Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”

“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”

Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.

“The guitar.  I’d need to see you holding the guitar.

“That’s a shame.”  He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face.  “But okay.  It’s your call.  Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”

“How big of you.”

“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”

I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.

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About Author
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work.  She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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