Your Rhythm
(Sherbrooke Station #1)
by Katia Rose
You know what they say: save a snare, bang a drummer.
Kay Fischer is well aware of what they say, and she intends
to ignore it completely.
After her first step into the world of music journalism ended
with a screw-up so royal it deserved a crown, Kay’s been
struggling to re-stack the building blocks of her career.
Salvation comes in the form of Sherbrooke Station, the latest
alt-rock craze to grace Montreal’s legendary music scene.
A front page feature on the band everyone’s talking about
seems like a foolproof shot at success, even after Kay meets
their drummer. Matt Pearson might have a smile sexy
enough to be the eighth deadly sin and a passion for music
so powerful it makes her heart ache, but Kay’s got things
under control.
She’s a professional, goddammit, and a professional would
not get tongue-tied over a source, even a source who’s a six-
foot, tattooed rock god with an affinity for tight jeans.
A professional would not find herself opening her door at an
hour long past midnight to pull said source inside and lead
him to her bed.
That
was awesome! Man what a book! This is an
extraordinary story. It is so
completely well written and
thought through. I could not put it down. I found
myself
reading it straight through in one sitting. This is the first book
in
the series and I cannot wait to read the next one.
This is Matt and Kay's
story. She is a journalist and she is a
signed to interview the lead singer of
Sherbrooke Station.
But he is not who shows up, instead Matt their drummer
dose. And he is immediately drawn to her so much so he
pulls a fast one on her
and make sure she has to call him.
He is not at all what he seems. Definitely
not your typical rock
star. But she has a secret to. And as they grow closer A
secret from her past threatens and may just pull them apart.
Let’s hope things
can be fixed in time before the band is
pulled apart.
Now before I ruin this
for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I did. If
you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really
like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
No, that’s not at all what a professional would do.
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“I’m not taking your hotel room,” I repeat. “I’m not
kicking you out and taking an entire double room for myself just because Lily
is the worst host ever.”
“So don’t kick me out, then.”
I blink. “Are you... Are you sugge—”
“Calm yourself, Kay.” He gives me a look that makes
me anything but calm. “I’m suggesting you take one bed and I take the other. Or
you take both and I room with JP and Cole—whatever you want. I’m just not
leaving you in a bar with nowhere to go.”
“Or I could go to Lily’s place and kick the nineteen
year-old out.”
Matt’s already walking away.
“Or you could follow me one block up the street,” he
calls, “and have a whole room to yourself. Come on.”
By the time we make it to the hotel and up to the
fifth floor, I’m still refusing to take the room. Matt just forges on ahead,
swiping his key card at a door down the hall and peering inside.
“Yeah, no sign of Ace. He had a girl in his lap when
I left the pub, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be occupied until morning. I’ll text
him and tell him I need the room.” He steps back and sweeps his hand towards
the doorway. “All yours.”
“Matt...”
I’ve finally caught up to him. We stand on either
side of the door. His face is flushed from the cold outside and I know mine
must be too. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears as the space between us
narrows and the smell of him, sharp and masculine, seems like something solid,
wrapping itself around me and pulling me closer.
I break away, turning to step into the room.
“Just take the other fucking bed.”
Katia Rose is not much of a Pina Colada person, but she
does like getting caught in the rain. She prefers her romance
served steamy with a side of smart, and is a sucker for
quirky characters. A habit of jetting off to distant countries
means she’s rarely in one place for very long, but she calls
the frigid northland that is Canada home.
