by Stacy Kestwick
Release Date:
September 5th, 2017
Genres:
New Adult
Contemporary
Romance
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Synopsis:
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.
Release Date:
September 5th, 2017
Genres:
New Adult
Contemporary
Romance
Add to Goodreads
Source:
Author
eARC received in exchange of honest review
Synopsis:
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.
Excerpt:
He devoured me.
Being eaten alive had never felt so good.
His lips. His hands. His heat. My entire being was overwhelmed by him finally, finally touching me.
The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact.
His hands moved over me restlessly, hungrily, skimming down my back on the way to my ass, then back up my sides to frame my face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat behind on every inch of skin he claimed for himself. I pulled at his shirt while he pushed me against the solidness of the door. My heart tripped over itself in its race to keep up. Muffled sounds came from both of us, vibrating in our throats but not escaping our lips because we hadn’t even parted for a breath yet.
Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me.
His lips were somehow firm and soft at the same time as he slanted them over me again and again. It was like being called up to the major league from the minors. Nothing in my past compared. I shivered from the intensity of it, from the innate authority of his mouth as he consumed me. Like I was made to bend to him, as inevitable as the moon ceding to the sun.
I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair. The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness gather at the juncture of my thighs.
Dear sweet rosy-cheeked baby Jesus and all the saints in heaven.
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.
Being eaten alive had never felt so good.
His lips. His hands. His heat. My entire being was overwhelmed by him finally, finally touching me.
The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact.
His hands moved over me restlessly, hungrily, skimming down my back on the way to my ass, then back up my sides to frame my face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat behind on every inch of skin he claimed for himself. I pulled at his shirt while he pushed me against the solidness of the door. My heart tripped over itself in its race to keep up. Muffled sounds came from both of us, vibrating in our throats but not escaping our lips because we hadn’t even parted for a breath yet.
Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me.
His lips were somehow firm and soft at the same time as he slanted them over me again and again. It was like being called up to the major league from the minors. Nothing in my past compared. I shivered from the intensity of it, from the innate authority of his mouth as he consumed me. Like I was made to bend to him, as inevitable as the moon ceding to the sun.
I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair. The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness gather at the juncture of my thighs.
Dear sweet rosy-cheeked baby Jesus and all the saints in heaven.
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.
Review:
Oh.my.sweet.baby.Jesus.
I just found the most unforgettable cast of characters and a new author to follow! Drumline is the first book I read by author Stacy Kestwick. It took no time at all for me to fall in love with her writing style. It grabbed my attention from beginning to end!
One girl is about to show all the boys that SHE deserves a spot on the snare line. This will be a challenge that Reese Holland is more than ready for. What she never expected was to cross paths with Laird Bronson. She's about to show him a thing or two about playing a rhythm from the heart. The battle is on.
OMG!! My heart is bursting with love for Reese and Laird!! These two characters completely stole my heart from the moment I met them. Their intense, blazing, mesmerizing chemistry was extremely intoxicating. Their banter was phenomenal and the sweet, passionate, emotional moments that they shared together made me love them even more. At the beginning of the story, I was not sure if Laird was going to make Reese's life a living hell. Soon enough, I found out that this hero was engaging on a battle for love. Sweet mother of God!! The swoon factor is in full mode with Laird Bronson.
I loved how the author wrote Reese's story in an all-male world. Reese showed them all that she deserved that spot on the snare line. There was so much details in this book that I felt like I was not only reading the story, but that I was living it as well. Reese and Laird had many challenges to overcome in their journey. Not only did they grow as a couple, but as individuals as well.
The supporting cast of characters was AMAZING!! It's important for me to not only find my connection to the main characters, but to the ones that bring an extra little something to the story as well. This was a fantastic reading journey that I will never forget! This book gave me all the feels and so much more!
Finding a new author to follow is the best kind of reward for a bookworm. Another world to fall in love with, new heroes to swoon over, fantastic heroines to cheer for and new love stories that will forever hold a place in my heart. I absolutely loved my reading escape and highly recommend Drumline if you're looking for your next unputdownable reading journey.
Rating:
I give, Drumline, by Stacy Kestwick, 5 passionate, intense, all-consuming stars!
About the Author:
USA TODAY Bestseller Stacy Kestwick is a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should be outlawed. Her perfect day would include puppies, carbohydrates, and lounging on a hammock with a good book. No adulting, cleaning, or bacon allowed.
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