Rock Courtship by Nalini Singh
(Rock Kiss #2)
Date of Publishing :September 30th, 2014
Publisher: TKA Distribution
Genres: Romance, Adult, Contemporary
My Rating: ★★★★
New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s new contemporary romance novella is pure hard rock and scorching heat…
What happens when the Gentleman of Rock decides to play dirty?
A drummer for the hottest rock band on the planet, David has a single, powerful weakness: Thea, the band’s publicist and the woman who steals his breath away with her every move.
Only problem is, Thea doesn’t date clients–or musicians. Emotionally scarred by a cheating ex, she’s not about to risk her heart with a man who has groupies buzzing around him like flies. Even if his sexy smile ties her up in knots.
What she doesn’t know is that David is a one-woman man…and he’s madly in love with her. David’s determined to prove he’s worth the risk, and willing to court her, step by exquisite step. Thea’s about to discover just how long and hard this handsome drummer can play.
After the roller-coaster ride that was Fox and Molly’s story, Rock Courtship was definitely a much-needed break from the heavy stuff. Except, David and Thea’s story was about tackling the heavy stuff too.
The good part, though? It didn’t feel like it.
Thea was…well, she was Thea. She was just the same that I saw in Rock Addiction. But back then, I wondered what her deal was. And when I picked up Rock Courtship, I did vaguely remember about a cheating ex mentioned before.
But that’s not all there is to her. Not at all.
Thea’s personality isn’t limited to the uptight, all-business, PR manager we see in Rock Addiction. She’s kind and compassionate and loves her family so much. She’s much, much different from the persona she shows; and I’ve developed a major girl crush on this particular woman. The way she’s upright even after going through tons of betrayal and the way she gathers herself and takes charge of a situation that’s blown out of control…it’s amazing! But you know what’s even more amazing?
The fact that she’s starting to thaw, all thanks to the “Gentleman of Rock” and his memos.
I swear to God, those memos WRECKED me. Trust me, if you don’t like the Rock Kiss series – which is utterly beyond me, I mean, come on – then the memos that David and Thea write to each other will single-handedly win over your hearts.
David, on the other hand, is this chilled out, kind, laid-back kind of guy—the antithesis of the fact that he is the drummer of the Schoolboy Choir. His calm nature and his quiet, almost painful devotion to Thea are absolutely astounding. Thea turns him down every. Single. Time. And yet, he doesn’t give up.
He gives her time to feel, and the space to grow and he does it without resentment.
I swear to motherfuck if I don’t have a man like that in my life, I’m going to burn this fucking place down.
I always talk about The Misunderstanding. It’s the prelude to the I love you’s. And The Misunderstanding in Rock Courtship was fucking brilliant! I won’t give it away – of course not – but the entire thing that went down? Brilliant!
David and Thea were adults about it. They resolved their problems sensibly. They showed an immense amount of maturity.
Shocker, I know.
All in all, Nalini Singh has by far managed to, more or less, create the same magic she had created with Rock Addiction. Her writing was phenomenal, shifting from one character to another with stunning ease and capturing both their turbulent mindsets, giving justice to both. An absolute must read; short, to the point and oh so delicious ❤
Rock Courtship can be read as a standalone, but if you read this and liked it, I know you’re going to read and LOVE Rock Addiction 😀
Reasons Why You Should Give Us a Shot
Introduction: In this memo, I, David Rivera, explain why you, Thea Arsana, should seriously consider entering into a relationship with me.
First, let me address what I believe is your main reason for not dating me: that I am a client. This can be easily remedied. You own an agency in partnership. Your partner, or, if Imani has no space on her books, one of your senior associates, can take over the Schoolboy Choir account. If you’d prefer not to move the account, you can have Imani vet anything that has to do specifically with me.
(Speaking as a member of SC, we want you, no one else.)
Second, while I admit I am a couple of inches shorter than you and two years younger, I have absolutely no hang-ups about either. I don’t think such a small age difference matters, and I’m fairly certain my maturity levels are acceptable. I point out that I, too, am an eldest child. As for the height thing—I seriously love those heels you wear. Never will I be so stupid as to demand you wear flats.
Not when watching you walk in heels is one of my all-time favorite things to do.
I’m also in good shape. I realize I’m not as pretty as Noah, or as built as Abe, or have a dimple like Fox, but I have been told I have good teeth. Therefore, I’m not physically deficient.
Third, I think you’re hot. Extremely, combustibly hot. If I could, I’d keep you in bed for a week running, naked and mine, and I’d still not have enough. I think every part of you is hot, but I’m particularly turned on by your mind and your legs. You should see the fantasies I have of seducing your mind with my words while I stroke my hands over your legs, rub my fingertips along the inner skin of your thighs.
You don’t mind calluses, do you, Thea? They come from drumming so intensely over a long period. All that physical work also means I have plenty of stamina. I can go as long and as hard as you want, or as slow and as deep, or any combination thereof. Hard and deep. Slow and long. Hard, deep, long? I can do that.
Or if you prefer it gentle and lazy, I can do that too. (Though we’d probably have to burn things down to a simmer with a hard, fast bout or three first.)
I’d be careful as I stroked you, but I’m afraid my touch would be a bit rough, a fraction abrasive, especially when I reach between your legs and use my fingertips to squeeze that pretty, plump, hard little—
Thea closed her eyes, took a deep breath. It didn’t do much good, her chest heaving and her pulse a brutal thud against her skin. Mind filled with the potent erotic imagery he’d conjured up and thighs tightly clenched in a futile effort to contain the sudden throbbing ache in between, she stared up at the ceiling of the lounge.
All she saw was David’s hand on her thigh, the small scar he had across the first knuckle of his right hand a slash of white against the dark gold of his natural skin tone. His arm was hard with strength and dusted with tiny black hairs, muscle and tendon flexing under his skin as he teased and played with her clit using those callused fingertips before thrusting a single finger deep into—
She squeezed her phone so hard that she heard the case crack, her body rigid and nerves gone haywire. When it was over, she collapsed into her seat in stunned shock, glad that the curved shape of it and her position in a seating arrangement right in back had hidden her from view of the others in the lounge.
He’d made her orgasm.
With nothing but the pressure of her thighs on her needy flesh and his words. The damn man had figured out her weak point and he’d aimed his missile right at it: her mind.
About the Author
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember and all of my stories always held a thread of romance (even when I was writing about a prince who could shoot lasers out of his eyes). I love creating unique characters, love giving them happy endings and I even love the voices in my head. There’s no other job I would rather be doing. In September 2002, when I got the call that Silhouette Desire wanted to buy my first book, Desert Warrior, it was a dream come true. I hope to continue living the dream until I keel over of old age on my keyboard.
I was born in Fiji and raised in New Zealand. I also spent three years living and working in Japan, during which time I took the chance to travel around Asia. I’m back in New Zealand now, but I’m always plotting new trips. If you’d like to see some of my travel snapshots, have a look at the Travel Diary page (updated every month).
So far, I’ve worked as a lawyer, a librarian, a candy factory general hand, a bank temp and an English teacher and not necessarily in that order. Some might call that inconsistency but I call it grist for the writer’s mill.
*I was provided with a free copy of this novel in exchange for an honest review. That does not–in any way–influence my review of this book.*