BOOK BLITZ & #REVIEW! Toxic by Meghan Quinn @LiteraryNook

Their Love Is Toxic. Their Story Is Addictive.

TOXIC, An Addiction Series Novel

PLAYLIST

Demons – Imagine Dragons  |  Flapper Girl – The Lumineers  |  Last Love Song – ZZ Ward  |  Hear You Me – Michael Henry & Justin Robinett  |  She’s Long Gone – The Black Keys  |  I Lived – One Republic  |  

Radioactive – Imagine Dragons  |  All the Pretty Girls – Fun  |  Every Teardrop is a Waterfall – Coldplay  |  Guilty Filthy Soul – AWOLNATION  |  Titanium – Boyce Avenue  |  Story of My Life – One Direction

BLURB 

“You’re an addiction I can’t overcome, no matter how hard I try.” – Rook Tyler

His life consists of his best friend, Jack Daniels, his favorite drug of choice and women. Rook Tyler lives for

Growing up in the foster care system with her two other band mates from Twisted Perfection, Maisy finds herself doing pretty much anything to get her and her band noticed but nothing seems to be working. One lucky night, Shattered Souls, the most popular band in the country, decides to show up at their little concert and luckily signs them on the spot. But the arena venues and massive amount of fans isn’t what has Maisy shaking in her heels. It’s the deep baritone voice of Rook Tyler that has haunted her dreams for years which has her wondering if she can actually go through with the tour.

The force is almost too strong. He can feel her everywhere he goes and no matter how much he tries to resist her, he finds himself gravitating towards Maisy, wanting to hold her, kiss her and touch her. He knows he shouldn’t get involved. He knows no matter what, he will end up hurting her but he can’t help it, his soul is connected to hers and the pull is too strong for him to resist.

Rook warned her time and time again but she doesn’t listen, she doesn’t want to listen. She needs him and she doesn’t care that she knows deep down in her heart that their relationship is going to end in disaster.She refuses to acknowledge that no matter what they do, their love is toxic.

performing at night and wasting the rest of his days washing away the pain from his childhood so he doesn’t have to feel anything...ever. The only people he trusts are his band mates from Shattered Souls and he wants to keep it that way. His life was completely under control and simple until he heard the voice of Maisy Madison filter through The Tavern speakers.

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REVIEW
There was a whole lot going on in this first book in a new rock star series. It met the basic criteria of the hot rocker hero and the strong heroine. Then the author expanded their world with a complete band and ensemble of multifaceted crew. Sometimes, there was so much going on, I considered taking notes! Rather than simply focusing in only on the main characters, the author explored all the other relationships. By the end, no one has an HEA but they're all working towards it in their own way. Clearly, there's more to come in this series.

Much of the story happens in the characters' heads which slows the pacing down. While not necessarily bad, it did hinder my concentration because I was eager to see the story move along at a more steady pace. The author touches on a number of hot button issues in a realistic manner while still keeping the edginess and sexiness a rocker romance must have.

RATING
3 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries
This book was given to us by the author. Many thanks.

EXCERPT 

“Ten minutes and you’re on.” Pete knocked on Rook’s door.

Rook shook his head at the cue from his band manager. Pete had by far the worst timing Rook had ever seen, always interrupting his important meetings. If Rook knew the slut between his legs at the current moment was going to give the worst blow job he had ever experienced, he would have never asked her to join him in his dressing room. If it wasn’t for her massively fake tits bobbing up and down, he would have a serious case of limp dick.

She looked up at him while her mouth was wrapped around his barely impressive erection and smiled. She was so pleased with herself. Little did she know a confused lesbian could probably give better head than her.

If he wasn’t so high at the current moment, he might have kicked her out by now but he was too chilled out to care that much. So instead, he let her continue to suck him while he stared at her tits.

He grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting next to him, took a long swig and then winked at…well, he didn’t know her name but that didn’t matter. He would sign whatever she wanted when she finally finished him off and then send her on her way. After the piss poor suction job she was doing, he would bet two dicks and a nut sack that he would never see her sloppy tits again.

What was she doing down there? It felt like she was just drooling all over him rather than licking and sucking. She was moving her head a lot but was not stimulating him enough. Was he really that high that he had absolutely no feeling in his cock?

Her hand slid from his balls to his shaft as she started to pump him, up and down. She was barely gripping him, it was as if she was trying to lightly clean a cucumber rather than milk him for all he was worth.

“Five minutes Rook…”

Fuck.

He needed to get this over with and get himself clean. He took another swig from his beloved friend Jack and then swatted her hand away from his dick. Utter shock crossed her face but he didn’t care. He wrapped his hand around his erection and started doing the dirty work himself.

She leaned in and gave him a wicked smile. “You don’t want me to do that for you?”

Fuck no! But he didn’t say that.

“I want you to stand in front of me and play with your tits.”

She smiled at him, stood up and started fondling herself. She threw her head back and moaned when she pinched her nipples. Even though Rook knew she was putting on a show for him, he still got a bit of a kick out of her performance and felt himself start to grow larger in his hand. Finally!

“That’s perfect. Keep touching yourself.”

She squeezed her tits together and pouted at him. “But I want to touch you, not myself.”

“You had your chance, now let me suck on one of your tits. Bring them to my mouth.”

She stumbled for a second and said, “Did you not like me touching you?”

Fuck, he needed to get this over with.

“You were awesome, the best ever. My dick is so hard for you.” He lied in a monotone voice, not trying to hide his annoyance. “But I like to watch more.”

That made her smile and before he knew it, one of her massively large breasts was stuck in his mouth. That was exactly what the erection Gods called for. He fondled the other one with his spare hand and that was all he needed. He threw his head back and groaned as he released himself all over the girl with the weak suck.

He pumped himself dry and when he finally stopped throbbing, he opened his eyes and saw the girl start to take off the rest of her clothes.

“Uh, what are you doing?” He asked.

“It’s my turn.”

Rook stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped them up, causing her to pout even more. God, he hated pouters. Why women thought it was attractive to pout, he would never know. All it did was irritate the shit out of him and make him want to act out in a violent rage.

What did the slut really expect anyway? For him to go down on her? Yea, fat chance in hell.

Rook looked around with his hands in his pocket. “Yea, this is awkward. You need to leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Time to go sweetheart. I have a show, rain check though.” He didn’t mean it but if it meant she would leave then he would say whatever it took.

He picked up her clothes for her and shoved them in her direction. She quickly threw them on as he opened the door to his dressing room. Pete was just about to knock on his door when Rook escorted the busty blonde out his door. Pete gave Rook a disapproving look but Rook just shrugged his shoulders and started walking toward the stage.

“Rook…”

Shit.

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW with the one and only ROOK TYLER

I was given the distinct and somewhat emotionally draining pleasure of interviewing Rook Tyler, the lead singer and guitarist of the top charting band, Shattered Souls. It’s very rare to catch the dark and brooding singer sitting down for an extended amount of time answering some of the most personal and intriguing questions I could muster to ask, so I was very pleased to have the opportunity. Please be warned, this interview is not the most eloquent or PG13 type of interview. There are some raw moments, foul language and honest remarks that will either make you love or hate one of today’s most interesting but extremely hot rock stars.

MQ: Thanks for sitting down with me today Rook. Our readers will be thrilled to catch a little glimpse into your life. 
Rook: Yea, no problem. 

MQ: Tell me, when was the first time you realized you were a musician?
Rook: (Rubs his jaw as he looks out into an oblivion, recalling his past) Good question. I guess I never really thought about it. I always saw music as a way to escape from the shit-tastic childhood I had. The only good thing my fuck-head of a father ever did for me was steal me an old Casio piano, he must have been super high that day to actually bring me home something other than drugs. I played around with those ivory keys and realized that I was actually able to put a tune together and later on I realized I had a decent voice. It was my only escape I had when my dad was drugged up and passed out on the couch, rolling around in his own puke so I obsessed with making music. I was lucky to find three other guys just as obsessed with making music as much as me so to answer your question, I guess I realized I was a musician when I was sitting in Cruz’s (bassist for Shattered Souls) garage with the other guys, stringing together notes and making a melody for the first time.

MQ: Wow, you had a really rough childhood. Do you want to dig a little deeper, give us a glimpse of what a day in the life of little Rook would look like?
Rook: Nope.

MQ: Oh, ok. (Shuffled my notes from being caught off guard)
Rook: Would you want to go into detail about your fucked up childhood so everyone can pick apart your idiosyncrasies and short comings? I didn’t think so. It’s not something I like to relive so let’s move the fuck along.

MQ: Ok, yes. We will move on. So, you have a new band touring with you, Twisted Perfection. How are you meshing with them?
Rook: Very well.

MQ: Care to elaborate a little...
Rook: Not really but I guess that’s what interviews are for right? Getting a glimpse into my fucked up brain? (He shifts uncomfortably) Twisted Perfection is an amazing band that will be extremely successful. Their sound has a bit of a bluesy soul to it that will captivate you from the beginning. Maisy Madison has this voice that is so raw but so incredibly sweet that if she doesn’t sweep you off your feet the minute she sings into that microphone then you must have dicks shoved in your ears because she is amazing.
MQ: Rumor has it you are somewhat of an item with Maisy Madison. There are pictures floating around of the two of you sharing an intimate moment outside a steak house.
Rook: Is that right?

MQ: I think I am the one asking the questions.
Rook: I’m sorry, was that a question? Seemed more like a statement to me.

MQ: Fair enough, are you romantically involved with Maisy Madison?
Rook: What’s it to you? You afraid I might be taken? You want a little piece of the lead singer of Shattered Souls?

MQ: I thought I established that I was the one asking the questions.
Rook: You’re not that great of an interviewer if you can’t pick up on the fact that I am trying to change the subject to avoid answering your idiotic question.

MQ: Do you not want to be romantically connected with Maisy Madison? She is gorgeous, if you haven’t noticed.
Rook: I’m not fucking blind. Of course she is gorgeous but I think who I do or don’t do should be kept in the confines of my dick and bedroom sheets, don’t you think?

MQ: Why so hostile? It makes it seem like you are trying to hide something.
Rook: You are a persistent little bitch. Fuck…you want to know who I am romantically connected with?

MQ: (Not really insulted by his words, I continued) Yea, I kind of asked the question a couple of times. 
Rook: Fine, I can’t, get enough of Cruz Romero. The way his Latin blood fires up and his long fingers strum the big strings of his guitar makes me come in my pants every chance I get. I can’t get enough of that tanned skinned, black haired muscular man. Ooo, he’s so attractive. (All said in a monotone voice)

MQ: Point taken, we will move on. Rook: Good idea. MQ: When you are not on stage, what do you like to do? What do you do to clear your head and step away from your crazy, chaotic life?
Rook: (crosses his foot over his knee and stares at me with those smoldering eyes) I write a lot either by myself or with Grey, he's really good at adding a rhythm to a song. I also like to work out with the guys. It’s a great way for all of us to bond while releasing all of our pent up stress. Landon bitches a lot when we work out though but then again, he has a man-gina as well so I guess his bitchy-ness is expected. 

MQ: Man-gina? Landon doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would complain a lot.
Rook: Don’t let that shit-eating grin of his distract you. He straight up has a pussy where his dick should be. He gets his period a lot which makes us have to stop for tampons a lot. It’s quite annoying actually. (Rook grinned to himself. Ladies if only you could see the sex pouring off of him)

MQ: Who are you closest with in the band?
Rook: Way to put me on the spot. Well, if I had to pick one of my boys, I guess I would go with Cruz only because our dicks are the same size and we can share condoms.

MQ: Ok…um, not what I was expecting as an answer.
Rook: Oh, I’m sorry. Is this what you wanted to hear? I can’t pick any single guy because we are bonded at the hearts and nothing can break that bond. I can’t pick one single guy because they all mean something so important to me. They are my brothers, for life. (Rook said mockingly)

MQ: Well that was more eloquent then picking someone based off of dick size. 
Rook: (Shrugs his shoulders) What can I say? I know what I like in a man.

MQ: I’m sure your male followers will love to know that.
Rook: Hey, I have no problem with that. I have plenty of gay friend’s that fantasize about me.

MQ: That brings me to my next question. A lot of people think you are a cocky son-of-a-bitch. I am going to have to agree with them. What do you say to people who have such a low opinion of you?
Rook: I cry myself to sleep thinking about how much everyone hates me. (Laughs) Nah, I say fuck you because I could give two ball sacks and a saggy tit if someone likes me. I have the people who are close to me, the people I can trust and that is all that matters. I don’t need to be the most liked person on the universe and I refuse to try. I am the way I am and I don’t need anyone trying to change me. I’m happy with my life, that’s all that matters.

MQ: Wow, that was probably one of your most honest answers.
Rook: Yea, well you caught me in a soft moment, don’t plan on it again.

MQ: Wouldn’t dream of it. Last question, what are your plans moving forward with the tour. Do you plan on doing any collaborations with Twisted Perfection, maybe a duet with Maisy?
Rook: I see that you’re reaching again. Nice try. Not quite sure what the future holds for us. I just like to live life day by day and see where it goes. If I don’t wake up with a massive hangover and a chick I don’t know hanging off my dick then I call it a good day. If I am able to control myself, write some music and spend some quality time with my guys then I feel like I am doing my job. The future is something I don’t like to look forward to, day by day works better for me.

MQ: Do you want to say anything to your fans before we end this interview?
Rook: (Clears his throat and looks sincerely at me) They are my world. They mean everything to me and without them, I would be nowhere as well as Shattered Souls. The fact that they take the words that flow through my mind and sing them back to me while I am rocking out on stage is an indescribable feeling that I will forever be fucking grateful for. I love them.

AUTHOR INFO

I grew up in Southern California where I was involved in sports my whole life. I was lucky to go to college in New York where I met the love of my life and got married. We currently have five, four-legged children and live in beautiful Colorado Springs, CO.

You can either find my head buried in my Kindle, listening to inspiring heart ripping music or typing away on the computer twisting and turning the lives of my characters while driving my readers crazy with anticipation.

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