I’ve talked so much lately about my love of hockey romance that I have completely ignored my love for another romance trope – can you hear the pounding beat of the drum? The grinding bass and twang of the electric guitar? Yep! I’m talking about rock romance.
Play, by Kylie Scott
Our hero is Mal Ericson, drummer for rock band Stage Dive, and he is 100% what makes this book so great. He is equal parts sex god and boyish scamp. I seriously cannot remember the last time I have loved a male lead character this much, I mean, seriously guys, my love for Mal soars past book boyfriend into full-on stalker/stage-five clinger status!
He is witty. He is manic. He is absolutely refreshing in every way and he had me literally laughing out loud. I love him. I. Love. Him.
A couple of my favorite quotes include:
“We’ve broken my bed,” I said, stating the obvious.
“In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin.”
“Ah, man,” he sighed, shaking his head slowly, mournfully. “I’m not sure I can stick my dick in a woman who doesn’t even know who John Bonham is.”
“‘Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?”
“Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.”
Play uses two tried and true romance tropes – the “fake relationship” and the “rock romance.” Yet Scott manages to make it feel fresh and new.
I loved this book. You may notice that I didn’t mention our heroine Anne once. Don’t read anything into that. Anne is fine and dandy. She’s just irrelevant to me. My love for Mal is all encompassing.
If I had a rating scale (what do you think readers? Should I create a scale?), I would give Play 5 potatoes!
Do you like a good rock romance? Make me a suggestion as Anne says in Play: “You read too many books.” “No such thing!” I cried, aghast.”