Today we have the release day blitz for My Kinda Song by Lacey Black! Check out the festivities and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: My Kinda Song
Series: Summer Sisters book 3
Author: Lacey Black
Photographer & Cover Design: Sara Eirew
Models: Dylan Horsch & Tiffany Marie
About My Kinda Song:
Abby Summer has been in love with one man most of her life, but he doesn’t know she exists. For years, Abby has watched him go home with woman after woman, not even noticing the one who stands loyally beside him. That’s why a dating site is the perfect solution to Abby’s problems: get over Levi and move on to someone else. She’s been by his side since they were kids, but Levi Morgan has suddenly started to see his friend in a whole new, beautiful light. She’s everything he didn’t even realize he wanted or needed…until Abby signs up for a dating site. Now, Levi has competition in a way he’s never had before. What happens when the lines between friendship and lovers begins to blur? Will Abby and Levi be able to navigate a new kinda relationship? When lies are exposed, will it threaten everything they could be together? *Though part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. It is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world’s most inappropriate grandparents.
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My Musings
The spot of colour on the book cover which drew my eye when I spotted it is equivalent to how the story is. I have always been a friends-to-lovers theme. So I have read many in that category and honestly, recently, I have felt tired of that genre. But this book revitalised my interest with the author's writing. I am really glad I didn't overlook the book!
I can't help but say this again. I love the author's writing. Her at times snarky dialogue and the sexy chemistry between the protagonists and the soft love prevalent at all times, all together, make for a great read. Actually, I felt the story was too short when done. That might be because the time flew when I was lost in the love story that is My Kinda Song. I can say that this is my kinda book!
The characters, not only the protagonists, are memorable in their roles. I love the familial bond of the sisters. It makes me long for sisters of my own. The friendly camaraderie between Abby and Levi is separate from their love and it shines in its own way. And I love, love , love the romance. It is hot and heavy and perfectly suits Levi. Levi is such a guy and the lengths he goes to get Abby shows his depth while Abby is a shy girl who becomes determined to move on with her life.
The only part I can say I didn't like were the sexual references and scenes. I felt that they might have been avoided in certain situations alone. Other than that I have no complaint at all about the book! Now I am looking forward to peeking into the sisters' stories and if they are all in the same vein as this one, I believe the author will end up on my Read-now authors' list.
I received a free copy for reviewing purposes. All these are my own views and aren't influenced by anything.
My one line review : A hot and sexy friends-to-lovers ride!
My rating : 4/5
My reread factor : 4/5
Exclusive Excerpt:
Back on stage, Gage instantly starts heckling me about where I was with Crystal. I don’t bother telling him I wasn’t with her because he sure as shit won’t believe me. He’s one of those guys who latches onto something and won’t let go. Like a dog with a bone, he’ll keep needling me until I give him the juicy details. Only this time, there are no details to give, but that doesn’t matter. He’ll just accuse me of keeping my dirty little secrets to myself. We’ve been down this road before. Grabbing my guitar, I give it a quick tune, making sure everything is just right. Dexter starts tapping out the beat on his drums, and Andy and I join in on guitar. Gage belts out the opening notes of “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash and the crowd goes nuts. It’s not the typical rock music we usually play, but when we find a good song that the fans love and we enjoy playing, then we go with it. After another two songs, it’s time to slow it down. Gage heads off stage to take a quick break, and I step up to the mic. I usually sing backup, but for three songs during our show, I take the reins and sing lead vocals. This song is one of them. It’s my favorite song to sing because it’s Abby’s song. Way back when we were in grade school, I caught her humming it as we walked home from school. She was going to help me work on our Constitution assignment at her place, which happened every week or so. That particular day, she was quiet, lost in thought, so I let her be. Suddenly, she started humming, and it didn’t take me long to catch on to the tune. She had the voice of an angel, I remember thinking, and wanted to beg her to sing something for me. I had already discovered my love for music, but knowing that Abby shared this passion with me was like kismet. When I asked her about it, she just shied away and hid behind her books. I went home and started working on that song on my guitar. It took a while, but eventually, I got it down, and have been playing it ever since. I start strumming the opening notes of Jeff Healey’s “Angel Eyes.” Continuing to play the song I know by heart, I scan the crowd until I see her, standing in the back, a soft smile on her face as she sings along to the song. Everything and everyone around us just fades away. It’s as if we’re the only two people on the beach. The way she watches me kicks my heart into overdrive, because I know, when it comes to this song, she only has eyes for me. Not that I want her eyes on me or anything. I mean, we are just friends. But if it were something more than friendship, then I’d be the luckiest son of a bitch to have her there with me. Closing my eyes, I sing the words I’ve known by heart for fifteen years to my best friend. I can picture her out there saying the exact same words at the exact same time. We’ve sung this song together for years. Not publicly, of course, because she’d rather strip naked and do the chicken dance in the rain in the middle of Main Street than to get on stage and sing. In the privacy of her apartment or mine, we’ve belted out the words on several occasions. Abby actually has a beautiful voice. She just refuses to let anyone but me hear it. When I reach the end of the second verse, I open my eyes and scan the crowd. She’s still there, standing in the same spot, watching me and singing along. I give her a knowing grin as I finish off the song strong, singing it for her. For her because she loves it, not because it means anything more than that. She’s my friend, remember? We’ve covered this. Why does it feel like I’m completely full of shit?
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