Drumline by Stacy Kestwick- 4/4.5 Stars
OMG. Dirty talking heroes on college snare lines is like my new favorite thing. Stacy Kestwick- where did you come from girl and when can I get more?!? This book was so much better than I expected it to be and was just the book I needed to get me out of my book funk. When I picked this up, nothing was grabbing my attention and I had DNFed 3 other books. But I saw a teaser on Stacy’s FB page, picked this up, devoured this sweet, funny, sexy as all hell little story, and well… you can now just call me Mrs. Bronson. And no I’m not kidding. I don’t know the last time I read about a hero as freaking perfect as he was.
I’m not going to write a long winded review about the plot. No no, the blurb will tell you. I’m going to let the hero Laird’s fine ass sell you on this book for me:
“I’d started to measure time by the number of hours until I’d see her again. And the answer was always too fucking long.”
“I wasn’t lost.”
“But I was, Reese.” I opened my eyes and searched her face. “I didn’t know where you were, so I was.” <— my fave line.
“I wanted to find out what made her laugh, discover the secret to making her smile so big that dimple appeared, and uncover her greatest fear so I could stand by her side when she had to face it. Yeah, this wasn’t a girl who’d let me do the dirty work for her, slay her dragons while she cowered in the ivy-covered tower. Reese would be on the front lines, carving her own path and wielding her own sword. And I wanted to be the one to have her back on the journey.”
“You feel this.” I pointed between us. “It’s basic. Call it hormones, call it chemistry, whatever. There’s something there when I look at you. When I touch you. Your body reacts, just like mine does.”
“What would you have done with my panties?”
“Later that night, after I’d climbed in bed, I’d have used them while I stroked my dick. Pretended the slight scratch was your nails. Or your teeth. Pumped myself raw into the same scrap of cloth that had been pressed to you all day until I came.” I paused to run the tip of my tongue along her earlobe, and an absurd sense of pride swelled my chest when her breathing stuttered.
“Then I’d have done it all over again.”
And the hysterical heroine Reese, too:
“Breathe, Reese,” he chided. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath, and the air escaped in a whoosh. He grinned wolfishly. “I won’t bite. Unless I think you’ll like it.”
My head fell back on the pillow. Unless I think you’ll like it. His words echoed in my head. Dear Peter, Paul, and all the apostles, even the shitty one, Judas.
I would. I would like it.”
Ok, just one more quote:
“Fuck, Reese,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping up to frame my face. “What am I going to do with you?”
I lost myself in the nocturne of his kiss, the endless way his mouth slanted over mine, our bodies tangled together like a chord.
I kissed him until I was breathless, the answer to his question settling quietly between my ribs.
I lied. I think ^that was my favorite quote.
This book made me realize just how much I have missed reading NA romance and how rare it can be to find one that is as funny, emotional, sexy, and well paced as this one is.
Bravo Stacy Kestwick. I adored this story and characters SO MUCH and can’t wait to read more from you!