After a lifetime of longing for a real family, Sarah Smith thought she’d finally found her home with rock star Abe Bellamy, even if she knew Abe didn’t love her the way she loved him. But their brief relationship, filled with tragedy and heartache, nearly destroyed her. Alone, emotions in turmoil, and already shaky self-esteem shattered, Sarah struggles to pick up the pieces in the wake of their divorce.
Abe knows he’s to blame for the end of his marriage. Caught in a web of painful memories, he pushed away the best thing in his life – the sexy, smart woman he adores – breaking them both in the process. Then fate throws him a second chance to get things right, to prove to Sarah that she means everything to him. Abe desperately wants that second chance at love…even if he knows he doesn’t deserve it.
But can he convince Sarah – now strong and independent without him – to risk her wounded heart one more time?
I am a disgruntled, disappointed, highly frustrated potato sitting six feet under the ground in my field of high expectations. You see, Rock Wedding was supposed to be the book that takes the Rock Kiss series out with a bang. But Rock Wedding turned out to be the weakest book of the series—I’ve given this much thought, and unfortunately, it’s true.
Rock Wedding is the story of Abe Bellamy—the member of Schoolboy Choir that we know the least about—and his ex-wife Sarah Smith. The gist of the story is that while they were married, Abe had these phases where he was everything Sarah wanted, but also a nightmare when he was on drugs and booze. Basically, one of those men who make you feel on top of the world and in the same breath push you six feet under with only their cruel, cutting words. Now, at the cost of sounding hella immature, I’m going to say that Abe was a complete tool. He was an asshole, most definitely, but he also played the role of dumb, mindless alpha male perfectly. The only reason I continued to read the book is because of my love for all things Nalini Singh and Rock Kiss.
Sarah was probably the character that disappointed me the most. She was clichéd and from what I read about her, she was also quite the Mary Sue—which is a surprise because all of the previous ladies in the series have brought their own unique personalities to the table. In what might one of the lamest moves to make as an ex-wife of a drunk and doped up rocker, Sarah let Abe’s manipulations guide her into taking him back. He was a dick to her, an inattentive husband, and had there been more angst and more begging for forgiveness, I might have even been convinced of their “love.” But sex was made out to be the unspoken healer of all old wounds, and Sarah went on doing exactly everything that I didn’t expect she would. She also had the story of a woman who stood up on her own two feet and against all odds with little to no education, became a successful entrepreneur. Obviously, nothing but passing references were made to this. WHY?! WHYYYYYYY
Abe, on the other hand, was as insufferable as his counter-part, so these two were made for each other in that way at least. He was all “I’m so sorry,” “I was an asshole,” “I’ll never do that again,” but he was not above using sex for manipulation. It grated on my nerves majorly and took away all my excitement for this series. I was not convinced by this character, not convinced by his motivations, and unfortunately, I blame the poor writing. The Abe of the past occupied too big a part in my mind while I tried to reconcile him with the change Abe of the present, but it just didn’t happen. Also, the boys seemed to be on a hiatus, and while I understand that they wanted a break and some time with their women, damn it made me sad. I wanted to see them make some music, jam together, anything. Rock Wedding, instead, turned out to just be a collection of weddings, this huge, muscular guy Abe, and neatly tying all plot holes with hot pink ribbons.
Giving this book a two star rating makes me reconsider and want to read the entire story again—but sadly, this is what I feel. I was expecting so so much, and what I got was a rush ended book from an author whose work I usually adore. I have heard all about a spin-off series featuring Gabriel’s rugby brothers—and I am looking forward to it—but sigh. Somehow, the magic of the first two books was majorly AWOL in the follow-ups and here’s me being miserable about it.