Friday, June 26, 2015

Blog Tour #giveaway: Beat by Vi Keeland

Meet Flynn and Lucky in this rock star romance!

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Dimpled smile of a boy

Hard body of a man

Sings like an angel

Fucks like the devil

I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.

At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.

Flynn Beckham was the opening act.

Dylan Ryder was the headliner.

What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?

I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.


Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard. The way his throat moves, the way his mouth caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips. I should be watching his posture, his breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body, making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time. I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I haven’t really observed him yet.

“So. Give it to me straight. What am I doing wrong?”

Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit. “Could you do it again? Maybe a different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your body. Sometimes that can give me a different view.” At least I make it sound like a real thing when the words come out.

He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal cords. Your alignment is perfect.”

“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know isn’t real.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”

“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too perfect. Which makes me think you don’t usually stand this way when you sing.”

“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it, it’s there.”

“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess you fully, then.”

Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is unmistakable.

“The guitar. I’d need to see you holding the guitar.”

“That’s a shame.” He shrugs, the playful smile still on his face. “But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold is fine with me.”

“How big of you.”

“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”

I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of an effect on me than I let on.

Additional Books by Vi Keeland

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Worth the Fight 
(MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
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Worth The Chance 
(MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
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Worth Forgiving 
(MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)
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Belong to You 
(A Cole Novel, Book One)
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Made For You 
(A Cole Novel, Book Two)
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First Thing I See 
(Stand Alone)
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Left Behind
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Flynn Beckham is an up and coming rock star, a good guy through and through. He's given the chance of a lifetime by opening with his band for a famous, more established rock band.
While waiting for the lead singer of said band at a bar, he meets Lucky Valentine, and the attraction is there as soon as he looks at her.
Lucky is the co-owner of a bar and the girlfriend of Dylan Ryder, the lead singer and douche extraordinaire of the band Flynn will be opening for. He was Lucky's crush as a teenager and while she thought she loved him, the moment she meets Flynn, she starts realizing that perhaps her feelings for Dylan are not as deep as she once thought.
Flynn is tender, loving, and understanding of Lucky's many quirks and phobias, things that Dylan don't pay any attention to being that he's a narcissistic man.
An so it begins, an illicit affair, two people who are obviously meant for each other, a tour bus full of rock stars with a very healthy sex drive, and lustful morning with coffee on the side.
 I LOVED LOVED LOVED Flynn. He's a very talented rock star but he's humble, he's sweet and caring, and a man that definitely knows what he wants but who has understanding of what love gone wrong can do to a person. His chemistry with lucky from the first time they meet is off the charts and as time goes by and their relationship progresses you can see how he is definitely the one for her.
While I liked Lucky at the beginning, I have to say that as the story developed, she started to annoyed me and I somewhat lost respect for her. Her indecisiveness, even though she knew exactly what she was getting into and that she was leading an amazing guy on, turned me off. I really wanted to smack her at times so she would realize what an amazing prize she had in front of her.
The rest of the characters complemented the story beautifully and gave us a bit of understanding of what living the life of rock stars was liked.
Vi Keeland definitely knows how to write one hell of a story and to keep her readers engaged.
If you loved Flynn in Throb, this book is a definite MUST read for you.

About the Author
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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