Brooklyn Rockstar by Jennifer Ann
Series: Kendalls, #1
Publication Date: March 16, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Also by this author: NYC Love series
Other books in the series: Midwest Fighter
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5 BROOKLYN ROCKSTAR STARS (★★★★★)
*** Disclaimer: I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. However, this doesn’t affect my opinion of this book and the words in this review. ***
Get ready to be swept of your feet by a brooding rockstar and a charming farmer’s daughter. Brooklyn Rockstar has every ingredient to make you laugh, cry and fawn yourself. You are introduced to the Kendall family and it leaves you wanting more. So much more. Are you ready to peel back some of the rockstar’s layers to get to the sweet guy?
Charlie Walker is a panty-dropping hot rockstar who spends every night with another woman. Absolutely no lack in the female attention department. And he may seem like an arrogant jerk who doesn’t care about the outside world, but he is actually a man with a warped, damaged vision and a golden heart. Since Danny, the drummer of his band, went missing Charlie is forced to continue his way in the music world alone and that scares him. He is afraid that he isn’t good enough to make a name for himself. He is very insecure.
What I liked about Charlie is that even though he makes mistakes, he knows he does wrong and he gives it his all to be the best he can be. That need to be the best version of himself only intensifies after his first encounter with Evelyn. They lock gazes at his first solo performance. An important moment to determine his solo success. Sparks are flying, even without the exchange of words. Charlie apprehends he shouldn’t invite Evelyn into his bizarre world, but he can’t help chasing her and showering her with his panty-melting charm. Failing to prevent his generous side from showing. The cute bad boy who loves to pamper his mother and little sister, but who doesn’t care for material wealth for himself. Who prefers to take the subway over being driven by a personal driver. Slowly falling in love with Evelyn, Charlie also tries to protect her from his ugliness. There are a couple of devastating secrets he isn’t ready to share with her just jet.
Evelyn is a 22-year-old farmer’s daughter who just moved to live in New York City, escaping the protectiveness of her brothers. Before Sharlo, her housemate and friend, drags her to Charlie Walker’s private concert, she never even heard from him. She only listened to classical music while living and working on the farm. It is time for her to lead her on life, away from the almost suffocating shelter. Evelyn rapidly loses her heart to Charlie, but is she ready to fully give him her most prized possession? Can she trust him or will his secrets and his fame shatter everything that is good between them into tiny little pieces?
Right away, I had the feeling I was an actual part of the story. From the first couple of words I was drawn to it and I made a connection with the main characters. What a pleasant writing style. Everything was described very well, with a lot of details without making parts in the story drag. Locations and buildings were defined in a way that made it easy to picture them. It was the same with the characters. All the characters, including Charlie’s best friend Lorenzo, Charlie’s little sister, Evelyn’s friend Sharlo and Evelyn’s brother James. They really supported the story and even strengthened it further.
First I was hesitant because the summary hinted at an instant attraction between Charlie and Evelyn. Something that often ends badly, but in some way works very well in Brooklyn Rockstar. Usually it comes across unbelievable, but that wasn’t the case here. Jennifer wrote about it in such a realistic way that it seemed like I experienced Charlie and Evelyn’s feelings myself.
Luckily sex didn’t have the upper-hand in Brooklyn Rockstar and that was such a relief. In most books about musical geniuses like Charlie Walker sex floods the story. This book started with it and it was an important component of Charlie’s life and the issues that arised between Charlie and Evelyn, but the explicit sex scenes were kept at a minimal and that benefited the story. The scenes that were incorporated in the story, were described in such a loving, warm and affectionate way. Resulting in an incomparable, unparalleled and pleasurable reading experience.
I absolutely loved the epilogue. It was cute and perfect. The ideal ending to Charlie and Evelyn’s story. Everything surrounding their relationship went at a fast pace, so it didn’t surprise me it also ended that way. The epilogue also hinted at the following book in the series, which is about Sharlo and James.
I’m very excited to read their story. I liked Jennifer’s choice to write one chapter from Sharlo’s POV. I think it was an exceptionally smart choice as it gave an extra dimension to this story, but it also set up Sharlo and James’ story. I NEED to read more of Jennifer’s books. Her writing is phenomenal and Brooklyn Rockstar was the perfect acquaintance with Jennifer Ann.
Brooklyn Rockstar is a lighthearted romance with in-depth characters who give Evelyn and Charlie’s story a profound foundation. Adorable, charming and hot. These are the exact words to describe this story. Like I said, I can’t wait to read more about the Kendalls. If you are looking for a story about trust, love and forgiving yourself, Brooklyn Rockstar will satisfy all your needs and give you a little extra! Namely, an incredibly hot and intense new book boyfriend, Charlie Walker.
Every single fucking time I sneak a look at the sexy brunette with intense eyebrows, my dick stirs inside my jeans, begging for permission to play. I do my best to ignore it, instead using the energy to make this my best performance. Yet I can’t shake the intense moment when our eyes met. With that one heated look, she completely unmanned me. Beneath those curved, dark eyebrows are the most alluring honey colored eyes that make me want to tangle my fingers in her long dark hair and break one of my most coveted rules of not kissing groupies.
What in the hell am I doing? Women are nothing more to me than a casual good time. Something to keep me busy and satiate my needs. Beyond that, they’re not worth any serious kind of investment. Danny always said that we didn’t need chicks getting dragged into our crazy shit and messing with our heads. So what is it about this one—who is so far from my normal type it’s like she’s in a different zip code—that made me want something more than a casual fuck?
For starters, she’s not dressed desperate like 99% of the others, and she bobs her head along to the beat like concerts are her thing. Like it comes natural and she doesn’t give a shit about putting on a show to impress anyone. And she makes the reporter I invited look fake as shit. Damn it, I shouldn’t have made that Gwen chick think she’d be getting a private show after the interview.
Unlike the groupies that come after me, the brunette seems genuine in every way. Braided hair, collection of dark freckles that spill from her little nose down onto her cheeks, she’s fucking cute. Both her eyelashes and tits appear to be the real deal. Most of all I appreciate the fact that she isn’t falling all over herself for a chance to touch me like everyone else by the stage. For a heart-stopping moment I wonder if she’s into women the way she’s touchy-feely with the chick on her other side.
With every glance, I find myself fantasizing in different ways. I want to fist her dark, silky hair. I want to kiss every last one of her freckles. I want to cup her tits beneath her shirt that make a sweet curve beneath her top. I want to make her come with my mouth and find out what her voice sounds like as she cries my name. But above everything, I want to run my tongue over every inch of her sun-kissed skin and sink my teeth into her ripe bottom lip.
Jesus, Walker. Focus.
Though the crowd continues yelling like crazy, I could play the theme song from Law & Order and they’d probably still lose their fucking minds. How am I supposed to gauge my talent as a solo artist on a crowd driven by hormones? Stacking the audience with women was one of Lorenzo’s least brilliant ideas. I nearly bust a gut laughing when I catch him cozying up off stage to a set of blonde twins that could work for Hooters. The guy is more driven by pussy than I’ve ever been, which is saying a lot.
I catch the brunette’s interested gaze a second time when my set’s nearly over. Her pouting lips part slightly with a silent sigh and she stops moving as I watch her. Those big brown eyes fill me with the kind of warmth I haven’t felt since I was a kid that got off on campfires and hot cocoa instead of women. When I imagine her lips all over my skin, sliding up and down my cock, it throbs painfully and I lose my place in the song. The brunette’s body jerks and she snickers inside her hands.
She laughed at me.
Goddamn she’s really something special.
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