The Rebellion (Hard to Resist, #5) by S.L. Scott

Title: The Rebellion
Series: Hard to Resist, #5
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: STANDALONE Contemporary Rockstar Romance
Release Date: May 18, 2017

 

 
 
 
 
I met my muse at fifteen. I’d just gotten busted
for smoking behind the school gymnasium. She inspired me with her laugh and
nonjudgmental attitude and, before I knew it, we were inseparable. Then I left
to pursue my rock star dreams—dreams she encouraged.
 
I got over Jaymes Grenier no problem. I never
think about that little bow at the top of her pink lips, or the way her green
eyes admired mine. Nope, I barely recall the way she fit so perfectly in my
arms when I held her at night. The sweet way she would whisper she loved me has long faded from memory.
 
These are the lies I regularly tell myself
in hopes of believing them one day. Yeah, I was told I’d get over my first
love.
 
I didn’t. 
 
Derrick Masters marked me the moment we met back
in ninth grade. He called me over—all bravado and bad boy mystery wrapped in a
James Dean-esque package. Dark hair and blue eyes with a rebel without a cause
charisma. He was everything I was warned about, but I couldn’t resist. I
was his from that moment on.
 
His career took off almost as soon as he
did. I knew it would. I just thought I would be beside him as his partner in
crime, best friend, and lover. That’s what we had always been … before he left
me behind to fend for myself.

Fend? Fight is more like it.
 
I’ve been fighting ever since. 
 
Fighting for survival.
 
Fighting for a better life in a world determined
to keep me down.
 
I don’t have the luxury of letting my head live
in the lure of La La Land. His dreams may have come true, but mine were
extinguished. These days I fight for something bigger than me, bigger than we
were ever meant to be.
 
When his dreams come crashing back into my
reality, is this a second chance at that fairy tale ending or another
heartbreak in the making?



 
 
 
 
 

The RebellionThe Rebellion by S.L. Scott
Rosa's rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones

"Breaking his heart meant breaking mine."

I've been a fan of the Hard to Resist series from the beginning. This fan girl gets real excited when each one is released. Yeah, you guessed it, I'm a Rockstar Romance addict, and S.L. Scott is my dealer. She keeps me strung out between books, but I'm okay with that, no need for intervention.

Derrick is the final band member that checks the single box when filling out forms. Not by his choice, but because of hers. The one that got away. His teenage sweetheart. The girl he can't forget...

Jayme is living one day at a time, in survival mode. Her dreams have changed. She's no longer dreaming of being on stage, she's just worried about tomorrow. Every day is a struggle, just trying to keep food on the table and the light bill paid is what her life is like now. She lives with memories and regrets. But she doesn't regret everything, some choices end up being right, even when done for the wrong reason. She can't turn back the clock, and she can't turn off her feelings, but she doesn't have to share them. She just holds on to them, dreaming about what might have been...

The author kept me on the edge as she doled out crumbs, creating a path for me to follow, leading me toward the answers I was seeking. I thought I knew where I was going, but I was wrong. I love it when that happens! I was so curious and so smitten by the characters. Both Derrick and Jayme had soft hearts, in spite of their past that had chewed them up and spit them out. They both lived with painful choices and unfulfilled dreams of a future together. But they didn't let that stop them from caring for others. It made them very likable, and made me even more determined to wish them into a second-chance-romance. I willed them to find a way around the H-U-G-E obstacle standing in the way of a possible future together. Being inside Jamie's head gave me a few answers that explained some of her choices, and at the same time drove me crazy because I knew what Derrick didn't. At least some of it. I sooo badly wanted to tell him. Being inside Derrick's head was enough to cause me to turn up the A/C. And I admit I kept my virtual eyes open during their passionate moments, past and present. I didn't worry about being a voyeur, I hid in the corner and took notes.

I don't know if this is the end of the series or not. Regardless, I'll be looking forward to whatever the author has in store for her readers. The line forms here...

 

On the front porch, leaning against the wood column in all his newfound glory, stands the most breathtaking man I’ve ever seen. As a teenager, I thought he was the best-looking boy I’d ever seen, and based on how I’m struggling to breathe just from looking at him now, I think he still holds the title. But now he’s a man.

Ace is talking about what some kid named Shiloh got in trouble for today at school, but I’m still staring at Derrick Masters.

Derrick Masters.

My very own Perseus, though right now I’m thinking he was more my Achilles heel in the grand scheme of things.

Derrick Masters is standing on my mother’s front porch like he belongs there. A smile that shines like the star he’s become appears and he waves. Not sure if it was the grin on his face or the wave that sends me tripping flat on my face into the grassy lawn, but I’m cursing the curb when I lift up and look right into the dark blue eyes I’ve tried to despise.

“Are you okay?” he asks, trying to help me up. His voice is deep, the timbre the same one that always made my heart beat a little faster. It’s not that thought that runs through my mind. It’s his hands on me, grappling to help me to my feet.

He’s touching me.

Derrick Masters is touching me and I consider lying there longer just to savor the feel of his calloused fingers again. Ace tugs at my ankle like that will help me up. “Mommy, you fell.”

Mommy.

Mommy.

Derrick knows I’m a mommy.

Oh my God. What does he think?

Does he hate me? Disappointed in me? Happy for me? Or not care at all?

I would care if I found out he has kids.

Maybe he already knew . . .

Maybe I’ll just lie here as long as I can until he goes away.

Ace lies down next to me and rests his face on my hand. Looking at me with wide eyes, he asks, “Are we playing a game? This is fun.”

“Yes, I quite like it here.”

I hear Derrick chuckling just above me, enough to feel his warmth covering my body like sunshine as I lie in the cool grass. I might be mistaken but it sounds like he’s behind me now. On the ground with me.

Ace’s eyes look over my head. “My friend is here too.” He giggles. “See? Right there.”

Lying like a dead fish, I smile at my cute son not quite ready to face Derrick Masters. “What’s your new friend’s name?”

“Derrick. He plays a guitar like you, Mommy.”

After a tap on the back, Ace’s new friend speaks, “Hi.”

I miss Derrick’s hands on me, even if it was just helping me up. Ace is a ball of laughter and gets up. I watch until he runs behind me. “I’m here now. We’re all here. This is fun. Oh look, the moon.”

I can’t avoid him forever and the grass is grounding, literally, and settles my anxiety over just this kind of thing happening. I’ve embarrassed myself and he’s found out I’m a mother in the course of one sexy smile and a wave. I shake my head and close my eyes annoyed with myself for acting so foolishly in front of him. He was once my everything. When I roll onto my back, the top of our hands meet in an innocent touch that neither of us bothers to retreat. Finally building enough nerve, I turn my head and look straight into his eyes again. “Hi,” I whisper.

That devastatingly charming smile reappears, and he says, “It’s good to see you, Jaymes.”

 

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
 
 
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