New Adult Romance published June 9, 2014
Atria Books
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Synopsis from Goodreads
It’s 1981. Twenty-four-year-old Julia Nash has recently arrived in Manhattan, where she works as a publisher’s assistant. She dreams of becoming an editor with her own stable of bestselling authors—but it is hard to get promoted in the recession-clobbered book biz.My Thoughts...
Julia blows off steam by going dancing downtown with her best friend, Vicky. One night, a hot British guitarist invites them into his VIP section. Despite an entourage of models and groupies, Jack chooses Julia as his girl for the evening—and when Jack Kipling picks you, you go with it. The trouble is … he’s never met a girl like her before. And she resists being just one in a long line.
Jack exposes her to new experiences, from exclusive nightclubs in SoHo to the Chateau Marmont in Hollywood; from mind-bending recording sessions to wild backstage parties. Yet Julia is afraid to fall for him. Past relationships have left her fragile; one more betrayal just might break her.
As she fends off her grabby boss and tries to move up the corporate ladder, Julia’s torrid relationship with Jack takes her to heights she’s never known—and plunges her into depths she’s never imagined.
With a fascinating inside look at publishing, this entertaining story of a bookish young woman’s adventures with a rock superstar is witty, moving, and toe-curlingly steamy.
I was totally intrigued by the premise of this book and to be honest a little more than drawn in by the pretty cover. It took me over a week to read this book which is unheard of for me usually, but these days I have so little time for fun reading it seems. That being said, it took me longer because I wasn't as pulled in to the story as I am with some books.
This is the story about Julia, a 24 year old smart girl. She's working at a publishing house and her boss is a sleaze. She has daddy issues, she loves music especially jazz and when she and her friend Vicky go out on the weekends she likes to dance. One night, while on the dance floor, she catches the eye of a very high profile rock star, one that she happens to be a fan of. He starts to pursue her and eventually she relents and starts to see him. Jack is the guitarist for the British Band, Four on the Floor. He's worldly, mysterious and wants Julia more than he's ever wanted a woman before. Part of this is probably due to the fact that Julia is the only woman who's made him work for it.
So, this book is set in the early 1980's, which I had forgot about when I started reading the book, but it didn't take me too long to get up to speed. I don't generally enjoy reading books set in this time period, I don't know why really. I did like the rock start story in this one though. I did enjoy the premise of the story, but I don't feel like I ever really connected with the characters. Usually I fall in love with the male lead right away, but I never did with Jack, even though he's the type I generally fall for. I did connect with Julia a little more because I share some of the same interests, but I felt like she didn't have a filter. She said things out loud that most female characters only think internally. I think this is just a weird thing I have about some books! If felt like she was telling me things that should have been shown more as the story progressed. You know that whole "show, don't tell" thing.
This book is a light read, it would be a great beach or summer read and if I'd had the time I could probably have finished it in one sitting. It's considered New Adult (ish), I would put it more in a Chick Lit category probably. It's a romance so there are some love scenes, but honestly they were fairly tame compared to some I have read. I gave this book 3.5 stars on Goodreads and I stand by that rating. I enjoyed it, but while I didn't love it, I would definitely read more by Ms. Wells.
XOXO, Shelly
*Disclaimer: I was provided with a copy of this book courtesy of the publisher in exchange for my honest review.*
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