Drumline by Stacy Kestwick: Review & Release Day Blitz

Drumline by Stacy Kestwick: Review & Release Day BlitzDrumline by Stacy Kestwick
on September 5th, 2017
Genres: Love & Romance, New Adult
Pages: 284

Traditions are important. Especially in the South.
College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows.
Some things just don’t change.
Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bullshit attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line.
It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it.
She expects there to be tension. Even friction.
But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.

Stacia says…

Drumline is the kind of book that makes you wish you were younger (well in my case anyhow) and could go back to college and find your own sexy as sin Laird Bronson. This man… he was sweet, caring, attentive, protective, a little bit dominating, and just all around swoony! Honestly there wasn’t much I could find to dislike about Laird- he just seems like the complete package. Reese Holland has a backbone made of steel. I feel like the things she has had to go through in her life, shaped her into this really strong woman that will not be seen as a victim or allow people to treat her as less than. She lives her life to the fullest and from the first words out of her mouth, I knew I would like her character!
The chemistry between Laird and Reese was so HOT and their first kiss was one of the sexiest scenes I have read in a long time. I don’t know what it was about these two… maybe it was that they had to keep things hidden from the rest of the Drumline or maybe it was the dirty talking that Laird did- I don’t know, but they just clicked and it was smokin’ hot!

I am not that familiar with Drumline or any marching band, to be honest. But I did love a movie called Drumline that I saw years ago and this book made me want to go watch or read more “band geeks.”
Author Stacy Kestwick knows how to write sexy, fun, captivating books that you won’t want to put down!


The door opened. Laird’s scent reached me first, soap and bad ideas and fairy tales all mixed up in a pheromone cloud I was powerless to resist.

“I shouldn’t be here.” My voice sounded weak and a bit defensive as I looked at his neck, his chin, his nose—anywhere but his kryptonite green eyes.

“Wrong. This is exactly where you should be.”

His hand closed around my wrist and he pulled me out of the endless Alabama heat into the coolness of his townhouse, then crowded me against the wall. Before I could protest, before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on mine, desperate, hungry, and so damn hot. Rational thought fled my mind. My knees buckled and I clutched his shirt, letting his arm around my back support my weight.

“Right here. With me. In my arms.” The husky words hit me like bullets.

His tongue licked the seam of my lips, then plunged inside. A greedy noise spilled from my throat. I’d never get enough of the way he tasted, of the way my skin seemed to hum whenever he touched me. His other arm fell to my thigh, tugging my leg up to wrap around his waist as he arched my back. That dirty mouth of his wasn’t the only thing pressing against me.

I raised my arms to his wide shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms. My nails scratched along his scalp, and his answering groan had me shivering in wanton desire.

There was no spark, no slow build-up. This was an instant inferno of need.

“Laird.” I rubbed my cheek against his stubble, then tipped my head to the side as he trailed kisses down my neck. “We shouldn’t.”

It was my last attempt at logic, at sane reasoning.

“Says who?” His eyes bored into mine, snaring me in their frustrated heat. “You? You want this. I can feel how much you want it. Your nipples are already hard and begging, your mouth is swollen and pouting, and there’s no doubt in my mind, if I reached between those sweet thighs of yours right now, that you’d be wet and ready.”

He rocked his hips, his hard length obvious behind his zipper. “That’s just the start of what you do to me, Reese.”

Laird traced his fingers along my face, rubbing at the crease between my eyebrows with his thumb. “Tell me you don’t want to be here.”

Before I could open my mouth, he stopped me with a grunt and a sharp shake of his head. “No. Not whether you think you should be here, tell me you don’t want to be here. That you don’t want me to cook you dinner, and tell you how damn beautiful you look, and kiss you until you’ve been kissed every single way there is to kiss.”

About Stacy Kestwick

I’m a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should be outlawed. My perfect day would include lounging on a hammock with a good book, carbohydrates, and the people around me randomly breaking into choreographed song and dance routines. It would not include bacon, cleaning, or anything requiring patience.