REVIEW: Rock The Wolfe by Karyn Gerrard

Rock the Wolfe

by Karyn Gerrard

Blurb.

She’s desperate for a break… 

After a difficult year in the classroom, elementary school teacher Kerri Coleson is close to the breaking point. All she wants is a quiet summer to regroup and refresh. Vacationing alone at the old family homestead, she never expected to meet a burnt out rock star or discover that he might be the man of her dreams… 

He’s desperate for her… 

Following the bust-up of his group and the dissolution of his marriage, rock star Wolfe Phalen’s world has been turned upside down. Though intrigued by Kerri’s lush curves, nurturing personality, and sensual response to his touch, the last thing he wants is a romantic entanglement… 

Kerri may rock Wolfe’s world, but will she rock his heart and soul? 

                       

Book Title  Rock the Wolfe

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About the Author:

Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She wiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a favorite. A multi-published author with a few best-sellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods.

As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise, she assumes everything is golden.
Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.

Contact Details:

Website  http://www.karyngerrard.com/

Email:   karyngerrard@gmail.com

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Enjoy the following excerpt for Rock the Wolfe:

 So much for a walk today.

A distant rumble of thunder boomed across the horizon. The rain fell in torrents from the gray, cloudy sky. Wolfe stood on Kerri’s veranda, the hood up on his sweatshirt. He could have called and canceled, but realized he didn’t have her cell number. Cold, stinging rain lashed his cheeks as he waited for her to answer.

She opened the door and a gust of rain-laden wind caught her square in the face. She gasped and then began to laugh. The light, feminine sound cracked through the barrier around his heart. It was if the clouds had parted and the sun shone down on them both. Jesus, where had that romantic drivel come from? If it had happened to Janice, she would have screamed and railed on and on about getting wet. Kerri laughed. A sharp difference, and a welcome one.

She stepped back, allowing him to enter. After closing the door, Wolfe bracketed her face with his hands and swiped the cold moisture away from her flushed cheeks. As he lay gentle kisses where the rain had been, he heard a soft moan escape her parted lips.

The slight hold he had on his control slipped away. Capturing the moan with his mouth, he kissed her with hunger he had not known existed within him. The cold, clinging dampness of his clothes dissipated as the heat level grew between them. He backed her against the wall and let his hands explore her ample curves. Rotating his hips, he let her feel everything that pulsed and vibrated through his entire body.

For the first time in months, he felt alive. Potent. Emotions he had not had in ages, and a few he could not identify, rocked him hard.

The depth of her response ramped up his desire even more. Kerri rubbed against him, her breath hitching in short gasps in between the desperate kisses.

“Is it terrible I brought condoms?” he whispered.

“Oh, God. No. Not terrible. I like a man who plans for every contingency.”

Laughing, he leaned in and kissed her. “Where? Upstairs?”

“I have a fire going in there.”

She pointed to the living room. Sex in front of a fire. Perfect.

Adri’s Review:

Looking for a sexy hot read? This is the book for you.

This was a quick read that had lots of sexy fun stuff packed into it. The two characters have an intense and strong instant connection. It’s as if Wolfe and Kerri were meant to find each other. As if they were lost souls who couldn’t figure out what was wrong with them until they found that great, strong, all-consuming love.

One thing I greatly enjoyed about Kerri, was the fact that she is not a stick figure type character. The author wasn’t afraid of writing her with curves, like in my opinion a real woman is like.

Anyway… this is one I think you would enjoy…

Happy Reading… Adri

REVIEW: Heart of Rock by Karyn Gerrard

Heart of Rock

Karyn Gerrard

Blurb:

Irishman Brogan Byrne is at the pinnacle of rock music success in 1974. Handsome, charismatic, with a three-octave voice, you’d think he had it all. But Byrne sinks to new depths of depravity with women, liquor, and drugs.

Carly Montgomery is an ambitious record executive offered an opportunity to be manager for the last leg of Byrne's tour. Though she's detached and tough as nails, Carly's cool facade comes under attack. Somehow Byrne manages to slip by her frosty defenses.

Brogan, for his part, is broken inside. A memory weighs on his soul and affects his actions. Is Carly the one woman to help him forget his guilt and heal his heart of rock?

Decadent Publishing

Excerpt:  

Dear God, but the man was stunning. Having him lean against her seared her skin. She couldn’t stop touching him. One hand tunneled through his silky two-tone hair, and the other stroked his bare chest. Did he sigh, or had she? She should be raging with indignant anger; instead she consoled Byrne like a lost little boy. She would feed him a bowl of damned chicken broth. All that was missing was the bedtime story. She had told him the truth. He was a mess, and worse than she’d first thought. What dramas were next—paternity suits? How surprising he didn’t have a couple already. Every male rock star did, and considering how careless he seemed to be sex-wise, it could only be a matter of time.

Her heart hitched behind her ribs. He had come so close to dying. Yes, her original thoughts might have been cold and calculating as she thought of the headlines and of Mr. Winwood’s reaction. Deep down, however, her emotions were more complicated and muddled. Holding him like this sparked a protective feeling she hadn’t even known she possessed. Where had it come from? She wasn’t this compassionate toward people, hadn’t been since her childhood. Her cool demeanor came in handy for business purposes. A protection, she supposed. She’d built a solid wall, one her heart and emotions stayed firmly hidden behind. So how in hell had Byrne slipped through? She had to admit, in the physical sense he was everything she could ever want in a man. Her interest had been sparked since she’d seen him naked, facedown on a bed.

Carly continued to caress his chest. Byrne’s body was muscled, tight, sculpted, and irresistible. Don’t get her started on his voice. She’d read his file. He had an amazing three-octave range, each note sounding crystal clear and pure. He could have sung opera, his talent very obvious to anyone. At first, Mr. Winwood wanted him to go glam rock, much like Bowie did with his Ziggy Stardust persona, but Byrne had refused. After much discussion, he had agreed to dye his hair as Mr. Winwood suggested. Carly had heard Byrne remained adamant that would be the only concession he would give on the glam question. Probably because his vocal range and depth were often compared to Bowie’s, or maybe wearing glitter eye shadow and sequined jumpsuits didn’t appeal to him.

Carly had re-listened to his debut record, Within the Flames, not long ago. The heights to which his voice soared gave her goose bumps and sent thrilling shivers down her spine. He was killing her softly with his song. She smiled at her own music pun. If Byrne’s singing voice hadn’t been mesmerizing enough, when he spoke, she swore hot liquid gushed from the deepest parts of her. She took a deep breath. Byrne exuded a spicy aroma that went beyond the generic hotel soap Gio had used on him. No way. She would not allow this egotistical rock monster under her skin, no matter how much he appealed to her Truth be told, she didn’t want to be involved with a man who hung on the precipice of sobriety. She had witnessed enough of that growing up, with her own father’s struggles to stay sober. Her dad wasn’t a mean drunk, or abusive in a physical or verbal sense. He would withdraw. The coldness became a part of life and a part of herself. She didn’t want Byrne clawing past her frosty defenses.

No damned way.

Sarah's Review:

Thank you to Decadent Publishing and Karyn Gerrard for the opportunity to read this story.  I promo'd this story back in July but I finally got to read it.  

The idea of this story made me want to read it.  I enjoy reading romances of different variety, but this one being set in the 70's made me interested even more.  There are things in this book that were difficult to read, mainly because of what I am going to school for.  I had to keep in mind that this was set in the 70's and it was the scene then.  

I liked Carly's no bullshit way that she handled Bryne and his bullshit.  I love he spunk and the way that she stood her ground.   I enjoyed her character far more than I enjoyed Bryne.  

I didn't connect with Bryne at all.  I thought he was an arrogant jackass.  What I did like about Bryne was that he did realize the error of his drug use.  I liked his brothers better.    

While I enjoyed the story overall, it was hard for me to connect with the characters.  *shrugs*

PROMO: Heart of Rock by Karyn Gerrard

Heart of Rock

Karyn Gerrard

 

Blurb:

 Irishman Brogan Byrne is at the pinnacle of rock music success in 1974. Handsome, charismatic, with a three-octave voice, you’d think he had it all. But Byrne sinks to new depths of depravity with women, liquor, and drugs.
Carly Montgomery is an ambitious record executive offered an opportunity to be manager for the last leg of Byrne's tour. Though she's detached and tough as nails, Carly's cool facade comes under attack. Somehow Byrne manages to slip by her frosty defenses.
Brogan, for his part, is broken inside. A memory weighs on his soul and affects his actions. Is Carly the one woman to help him forget his guilt and heal his heart of rock?

Decadent Publishing

Excerpt:  

Dear God, but the man was stunning. Having him lean against her seared her skin. She couldn’t stop touching him. One hand tunneled through his silky two-tone hair, and the other stroked his bare chest. Did he sigh, or had she? She should be raging with indignant anger; instead she consoled Byrne like a lost little boy. She would feed him a bowl of damned chicken broth. All that was missing was the bedtime story. She had told him the truth. He was a mess, and worse than she’d first thought. What dramas were next—paternity suits? How surprising he didn’t have a couple already. Every male rock star did, and considering how careless he seemed to be sex-wise, it could only be a matter of time.

Her heart hitched behind her ribs. He had come so close to dying. Yes, her original thoughts might have been cold and calculating as she thought of the headlines and of Mr. Winwood’s reaction. Deep down, however, her emotions were more complicated and muddled. Holding him like this sparked a protective feeling she hadn’t even known she possessed. Where had it come from? She wasn’t this compassionate toward people, hadn’t been since her childhood. Her cool demeanor came in handy for business purposes. A protection, she supposed. She’d built a solid wall, one her heart and emotions stayed firmly hidden behind. So how in hell had Byrne slipped through? She had to admit, in the physical sense he was everything she could ever want in a man. Her interest had been sparked since she’d seen him naked, facedown on a bed.


Carly continued to caress his chest. Byrne’s body was muscled, tight, sculpted, and irresistible. Don’t get her started on his voice. She’d read his file. He had an amazing three-octave range, each note sounding crystal clear and pure. He could have sung opera, his talent very obvious to anyone. At first, Mr. Winwood wanted him to go glam rock, much like Bowie did with his Ziggy Stardust persona, but Byrne had refused. After much discussion, he had agreed to dye his hair as Mr. Winwood suggested. Carly had heard Byrne remained adamant that would be the only concession he would give on the glam question. Probably because his vocal range and depth were often compared to Bowie’s, or maybe wearing glitter eye shadow and sequined jumpsuits didn’t appeal to him.


Carly had re-listened to his debut record, Within the Flames, not long ago. The heights to which his voice soared gave her goose bumps and sent thrilling shivers down her spine. He was killing her softly with his song. She smiled at her own music pun. If Byrne’s singing voice hadn’t been mesmerizing enough, when he spoke, she swore hot liquid gushed from the deepest parts of her. She took a deep breath. Byrne exuded a spicy aroma that went beyond the generic hotel soap Gio had used on him. No way. She would not allow this egotistical rock monster under her skin, no matter how much he appealed to her Truth be told, she didn’t want to be involved with a man who hung on the precipice of sobriety. She had witnessed enough of that growing up, with her own father’s struggles to stay sober. Her dad wasn’t a mean drunk, or abusive in a physical or verbal sense. He would withdraw. The coldness became a part of life and a part of herself. She didn’t want Byrne clawing past her frosty defenses.


No damned way.