Chaos
Mayhem #3
Mayhem #3
By: Jamie Shaw
Releasing July 21, 2015
Avon Impulse
Blurb
From
the moment she saw Shawn Scarlett perform at a school talent show, Kit Larson
has loved two things: the guitar, and the gorgeous, green-eyed boy who inspired
her to play. But one careless night in high school shatters her hope of ever
being more than a notch on his bedpost.
Six
years, two bands, and one mostly-mended heart later, Kit’s about to make her
rock star dreams a reality as the new guitarist for Shawn’s band, The Last Ones
to Know. He may not remember their reckless night together, but Kit has never
forgotten… and she’s determined to make him eat his heart out.
The
release of their new album means a month cooped up on a tour bus, sleeping
inches away from the ridiculously sexy musician she’s never quite gotten over.
And as Kit gets to know the real Shawn—not Shawn Scarlett, the rock god, the
player—their attraction becomes too hot to resist. But the past is paved with
secrets, and when they finally surface, Kit could lose everything: the band,
the music, her dreams… and Shawn.
MY THOUGHTS:
This is the third book in Mayhem series and I absolutely adored it. I loved everything about Kit. Her confidence about her skills and her attitude is what made me love her. She fell for Shawn back in school and he's the reason she started playing. After a disastrous night in high school she gives up hope of being with Shawn. Fast forward six years later and Kit is trying out for Shawn's band as the guitarist. I was not very fond of Shawn at the beginning. He had a terrible attitude towards Kit and he came off as the cocky player. As he let Kit in, I started to like him a little more. This book was unique in the plot and kept me hooked. A great read. I mean, who doesn't love reading about musicians?
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Author Info
Born and raised in South Central
Pennsylvania, Jamie Shaw earned her M.S. in Professional
Writing before realizing that the creative side of writing was her calling. An
incurable night-owl, she spends late hours crafting novels with relatable
heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. She's a loyal drinker of white mochas, a
fierce defender of emo music, and a passionate enthusiast of all things
romance. She loves interacting with readers and always aims to add new names to
their book boyfriend lists.
Website: http://authorjamieshaw.blogspot.com/
On our walk through a short hallway, the
blonde apologizes for the rude welcome and tells me her name is Rowan, and then
we turn into the cavernous space that is Mayhem. A massive bar lines one wall,
a stage lines the other, and in the middle of the room sits a row of card
tables and six foldout chairs—like some kind of makeshift setup for the judges of
American Idol.
I cross the club to lean my guitar
against the stage and, in an attempt to convince myself Shawn isn’t about to
magically appear at any freaking moment, I say, “So it’s just going to be us?”
“No—” Dee starts, but she’s barely
gotten the word out before a back door opens and bright afternoon sunlight
spills onto the floor, paving the way for all four remaining members of The
Last Ones to Know.
Joel Gibbon enters first, his blond hair
giving him away. In high school, it was a gelled mess that stood up all over
the place; now it’s a disciplined mohawk that cuts a line down the center of
his head. He’s followed by Mike Madden, who looks the same and yet somehow more
manly, like he grew into himself. Adam Everest walks in next, looking even
hotter than he did six years ago. His hair is still long and untamed, his jeans
still look like they got into a fight with a paper shredder and lost, and his
wrists are still adorned with stacks of mismatched bracelets. The blonde girl
walks to meet him, and I feel sorry for the way she’s going to feel when Adam
decides to stop calling.
And then, I get my first glimpse of
Shawn Scarlett just before the door closes behind him. My eyes fight to adjust
back to the dim lighting, and when it does, he’s all I can see. He has that
same dark hair, that same scruffy jaw, that same look about him that makes it
hard for me to breathe.
“Guys,
this is Kit,” Dee says while Shawn continues stealing the breath from my lungs.
“She’s up next.”
They all look me over as they gather
close, with only Adam and Joel managing to contain their ogling. When I see the
way Shawn is raking his eyes over me, a satisfied smile sneaks onto my face. After
six years of not being able to forget him, this single moment is making it all
worthwhile. Whether he remembers me or not, he’s staring at me like I’m the
hottest chick he’s ever seen.
These pants were so worth it.
“We thought you were a dude,” Joel says,
wrapping his arm around Dee’s shoulder and giving me an excuse to play it cool.
“Yeah,” I say, withdrawing my gaze from
Shawn even though I can feel his green eyes still tracing over the curves of my
exposed skin. “I gathered that when your girlfriend tried to close the door in
my face.”
“Have we met before?” Shawn asks, and a
laugh almost bubbles out of me. Have we met?
Yeah, I guess you could call it that.
He’s staring at me with a slight squint
to his enchanted forest eyes, but I refuse to let them charm me. Instead, I
meet them with a smirk and say, “We went to the same school.”
“What year were you?”
“Three under you.”
“Didn’t you used to come to our shows?”
Mike asks, but I stare at Shawn for a moment longer, waiting to see if my
smile, my eyes, or my voice jog his memory. The rejected teenage girl in me
wants to claw his face off for forgetting me, but rationally, I know he’s given
me the upper hand in a game I wasn’t aware I’d be playing. One I’m making up
the rules for as I go along.
When Shawn stares and stares and still
can’t place me, I turn to Mike and answer, “Sometimes.”
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