BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY – Review of Tunes (Beekman Hills #2) by K.C. Enders

“One kiss, and I was done.” 

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Length: 268 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person

Description:

What’s more cliché than falling for a guy in a band?

A no-strings fling is all it was meant to be for Gracyn George. Sun, sand, sex, and then move on. That was before he strummed his way into her life. Each note leaving a tingle in her spine, their lasting melodies burned into her memory.

What’s more cliché than pining for the one who got away?

Gavin Keller has sacrificed far too much to chase after the girl who snuck out in the middle of the night and left him wondering, What if …

No matter how high his star rises or how many sold-out shows he plays, he ends each concert scanning the audience for her.

What was supposed to be temporary becomes a longing neither is willing to let go. After months of trying to move on, can they sync the tunes in their hearts?

What happens on spring break, stays on spring break…right?

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from Barclay Publicity.*

If you read book one then you already know Gracyn met someone on Spring Break, but in Tunes we’ll discover all the sordid details of that vacation, including the one bad decision which ended it and why she was so moody all the time. But when things are meant to be they’ll find a way.

“Never thought I’d fall for the guy in the band.”

Gavin put college on hold to play music. He never thought he’d make it big, but even with all the success he still finds himself longing for that one girl he had the connection with. Even though it was only a few days something that amazing doesn’t drift away, not even with time.

“And, G…miss me like crazy. Because I’ll be dying a little on the inside every minute we’re apart.”

You can watch as their reunion gets closer and closer, but it’s still so exciting when it happens. And the way they try to make things work…from her meeting the band (loved that introduction, she was perfect) to him meeting her dad (ugh that was a disaster) was such a rocky road, and yet they have that special something that just deserves everything.

“We’ll figure this out, I promise. I have no intention of losing you.”

Tunes adds a little rock n’ roll to the Beekman Hills series. It’s fun, entertaining, and adds just enough drama to play on your heartstrings. It definitely had me cheering for Gracyn and Gavin to make it.

Downside… Oh! My! Goodness! The encore…the beloved Francie…let’s just say what happens will change Beekman Hills and I cannot wait to read the next book in the Beekman Hill series.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Excerpt:

Gavin

Gracyn’s gone. She fucking left me in the middle of the night, buck-ass naked and in her bed.

I waited more than an hour for her to come back from wherever she’d scampered off to, almost certain that she’d just gone out to grab us some breakfast. Took a shower and threw on my clothes from last night. Well, my board shorts because my favorite fucking shirt was gone, too.

No Gracyn.

No note.

No shirt.

Nothing.

The sun blazes down on my bare shoulders as I walk back to my shitty motel. It’s petty and stupid, but I’m too pissed off to put on a different T-shirt. It’s the principle.

My fist connects with Ian’s door with three solid thumps. The last thing I want to do is walk in on him getting ass when my chick had taken her fill and bailed on me. No fucking way I feel like dealing with his shit over this. I don’t want to hear it.

“Dude, you good?” I call as I hit the door again.

“S’open,” Nate yells. “Hey, didn’t think we’d see you today. She leaves tomorrow, right? That chick you’ve been hanging with all week,” he asks, looking away from the movie he’s watching, head propped up against the headboard of his bed.

“Fuck, man. Forgot we swapped rooms. I’ll—”

Ian looks up from his laptop and leans back, the colorful tats shifting as he folds his arms across his chest. “Jesus, what did she do? Steal your clothes and skip town?” The disgusted look on his face probably mirrors my own.

The door closes behind me as I cross the room and sit my ass down on the edge of the empty bed. I dig through Ian’s pack for a T-shirt. I pull on the first one I find, not caring if it’s clean, and flop back, staring at the water stains blooming across the ceiling by the bathroom. Hopefully, it’s the shower leaking in the room above us and not the shitter.

What the fuck happened? Why did she leave like that?

“Gavin? Seriously, man, what happened?” Nate’s sitting on the edge of his bed, features twisted in concern.

“I don’t know. I woke up, and she was gone.”

“Gone? Or out for a minute?”

“Gone. Left. Bags packed, including my fucking shirt. Just gone.” No matter how many times I go over it in my mind, it doesn’t congeal into anything that makes sense.

“Shit, man. That sucks balls,” Ian mumbles as he goes back to tapping at his keyboard. “What’re you gonna do? You text her yet?”

If only.

I run my hands through my hair, gathering it in my fists, and blow out a frustrated breath. “I don’t have her number.”

“Wait, what? You spent all fucking week with her. How do you not have her number?”

I roll my head to the side, so he can see just how fucking miserable I am. “I spent all fucking week with her. I didn’t really need it … until now.” Jesus, this is the worst. “What time are we playing tonight?”

“Ten, down on the beach. So … nothing? You got nothing? No way to find her?” Nate asks.

“Fuck. No, not really. Just a general idea of where she goes to school, and … no, I don’t even have a last name. I mean, I’m sure I could try to stalk the shit out of her, but she bolted, man.”

“Yeah … I guess she just wasn’t that into you, man. Fucked the rocker on spring break and went back to her Ivy League boyfriend.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Ian cringes, gritting his teeth and sucking a breath through them. “Sorry, shit. I didn’t mean …”

“Whatever.” I pull out my phone, hoping there’s a message, but this day is nothing but all kinds of disappointments. I pop my earbuds in and pull up my post-show playlist. I crank some old school ’70s disco to clear my mind. And hopefully drift off to sleep.

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