Series: Sinners on Tour #1
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca on October 1st 2010
Amazon B&N iBooks
The first in a new erotic romance series, Backstage Pass is a sizzling mix of sex, love, and rock n' roll.
It's been months since Brian Sinclair, lead guitarist for the famous rock band, Sinners, composed anything. Unable to write the music that once flowed so naturally, Brian is lost without his musical mojo. But when sexy psychology professor Myrna Evans comes on tour to study groupie mentality, Brian may have found the spark he needs to reignite his musical genius. When lust turns to love, will Brian be able to convince Myrna that what they have is more than just a fling, and that now that he's found his heart's muse, he doesn't want to live without her?
This is book porn, plain and simple. I like my smut in small amounts, and I practically overdosed while reading Backstage Pass. There’s a ton of sex—like scene after scene after scene of E-R-O-T-I-C sex—but virtually no plot.
Brian Sinclair is the lead guitarist for the rock band Sinners. When he meets Myrna, a Human Sexuality professor, it doesn’t take long before they wind up in bed. The sex is so good that Brian literally hears music. He’s found his muse and when they’re having sex he can compose impressive guitar riffs. He must be a master at tantric sex because they go at it for hours. His creative juices (a-hem) flow and he writes down every last note—while doing the deed mind you.
Their interactions with the other band members are filled with sexual tension and are just bizarre. View Spoiler »Brian has one band mate hold her still during sex so he can “get deeper” and “hear” all the notes. I kid you not. « Hide Spoiler I got the feeling that each event in the story is an orchestrated excuse to have sex.
The dialogue is reminiscent of poorly written porn. Some of it is so cheesy I couldn’t tell if it’s supposed to be funny or if it’s just badly executed storytelling, but my eyes hurt from rolling.
[Myrna] cried out with her release. “God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!”
“What are you doing to her?” someone called from the other room.
“He’s eating,” Myrna yelled. “Don’t bother him.”
I wound up skimming most of the second half.
If you’re in the mood for a scorching hot smut fest with enough sex, voyeurism, ménage, and kink to fill your spank bank, you may enjoy this. It just didn’t work for me.
** ARC received in exchange for an honest review. **