“Our greatest hit is a love song I wrote for my bandmate. And he has no idea.”
Messy-haired, soulful-eyed, off-kilter lyricist Les Graves holds tight to the hedonist’s credo of consumption in every avenue of life. He has trouble staying still, trouble staying sober, trouble turning down a good time—but put a pen in his hand, and he’ll set a page on fire.
Music was Evan Porter’s ticket out of the backwater mud puddle he was born in, the passion keeping him warm as he busked on street corners, fueling him through a dead-end bartending job. Every chord, every song, every ounce of sweat has been devoted to making Porter & Graves a success. He’s the level-head, the quiet maestro, the seatbelt that keeps Les from flying too far out of control. And he’s getting pretty tired of playing savior.
Their chemistry onstage is electric, but offstage it’s another story.
Angst, snark, and nuclear levels of unresolved sexual tension combust in this tale of two rockers, a handful of secrets, a bombed album, and a publicity nightmare thrown in a remote cabin with one shot at redemption. Can Evan and Les find harmony or will they—and their music career—go down in flames?
Dedicated is a 92k standalone bisexual friends-to-lovers romance that also plays on the fake relationship trope, contains a cockblocking greenhouse, really poor decisions involving social media, and a borderline over-the-top HEA.
*Please note: This book contains reference to and depiction of a MMF scene*
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TW/CW: alcohol, drugs, MMF scene
This book was certainly a surprise. It was my first one by the author, and I had no idea whether I will enjoy it or not. Turns out, I didn’t have to worry.
I liked both characters, although I found I can identify more with Evan than with Les. They were both amazing in their own way, even though I wasn’t a fan of a lot of Les’ choices. He truly is a hedonist but maybe goes too far even in that. Scratch the maybe. He certainly goes too far.
I also liked how the story was told. We were thrust in the present time, but the story told us the past and the reasons for why the present is like that. It was clearly marked and executed in such a way that it actually felt awesome.
The progression to ‘just sex’ was interesting, especially since we know from both POVs the feelings of the characters, yet the two assholes do not communicate enough. And obviously there comes the complication and Les’ decision that makes everyone say ‘fucking finally’.
The ending though, made me smile. I loved Evan’s decisions and … well I adored it. Not to mention the epilogue.
All in all, I enjoyed the story and the writing a lot, but be careful of TWs.
Neve Wilder lives in the dirty South, where the summers are hot and the winters are…sometimes cold. She is a mom to three rambunctious weebeasts who have joined forces in a mission to carpet the family home with toys and small items that really suck to step on at six in the morning.
She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. Down and dirty scorchers? Yes. And every flavor in between.
She believes David Bowie was the sexiest musician to ever live, and she’s always game to nerd out on anything from music to writing.
And finally, she believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.
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