Published by Macmillan Publishers Aus. on 2014-07-29
Genres: Contemporary, Fiction, General, Romance
Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play. Lena is the only thing holding Jimmy back from total annihilation. But who will save her from him? Lena Morrissey has had some lousy jobs in her time, but none of them compare to being the personal assistant to one of the rock world's biggest - and most egotistical - stars. As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to having whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. But after a PR disaster landed him in rehab, it's Lena's job to keep him on the straight and narrow. Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But in the end, Jimmy always gets his way...
Let me start off this review by being super freaking honest….I wasn’t all that excited to read Jimmy’s story (GASP)!! I spent the first two books in the series hearing pretty horrible things about this man. I seriously didn’t think that Kylie could turn him around in my mind; done for, hated forever, NEVER STOOD A CHANCE. Welp…I was WRONG!
Like serious, so ungodly wrong and I was wanting to punch myself for not being super pumped about Lead. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone but honestly boys & girls…you should read them in order! After the first 10-15% I was so freaking hooked, it’s not even funny! I loved the sass that Lena would throw at Jimmy, she was the only one that had the ability to stand up to him which is what made him want to keep her around. I felt so horribly for Jimmy throughout the book while we got an in-depth look into everything that he has been through throughout his life; this is were me getting over all the horrible things I thought about him in the previous two books.
You honestly can’t help falling in love with Lena & Jimmy. There were so many times throughout the book that I was visibly upset with the characters, and wanting to shake them silly..but hey, that’s what I signed up for. I knew I was going to be upset, it’s Stage Dive..what do you expect?! Jimmy totally redeemed himself in Lead, without a doubt this book became my favorite of the series. I absolutely loved the struggle that the characters had to go through to find their way and how strong both of them were. Neither one would take each other’s shit and they just totally clicked…not that they realized that!
If you’re wondering if we get to see the other band members and their significant others…YES, WHY YES WE DO! Woot!! I do have to stay that it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies for me, I felt that the ending was super freaking rushed, I really wish we could have expanded more on and drawn out the outcome a bit more.
If you haven’t read the Stage Dive series, I highly recommend that you do!!
“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere…”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”