Author: Ann Lister
Publisher: SleighFarm Publishing Group
Pages/Word Count: 297 Pages
At a Glance: I was so happy to finally get Dante and Ashton’s story…and it was absolutely worth the wait!
Reviewed By: Karen
Blurb: Locked-down at a Los Angeles intervention facility, everyone around Dante Dupont and his Black Ice band mate, Ashton Lane, thought this would fix the issues between them. Dante and Ashton knew differently. What made this a hundred times worse was the fact they were stuck in this room together. They hadn’t shared space like this since the one afternoon they both wanted to forget. And, revisiting that nightmare was not an option . . . with or without the help of a therapist.
Two musicians. Same band. Afraid to admit their true feelings, being in close quarters again has them both at their breaking point. They say if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, but neither of them can find a reason to leave, and fighting the fire is becoming more and more difficult to do.
Dante’s baggage isn’t pretty and his scars run deep, but Ashton might be the one to finally see beyond his past and help him find a way out from the smoke screen he’s spent his life hiding behind. In order to get there, though, they’ll both have to walk through the flames.
Review: I was so happy to finally get Dante and Ashton’s story…and it was absolutely worth the wait!
I love this series more and more as each new book is released. I was a little concerned at the beginning, I had a hard time getting into it at first, but I’m pretty sure that had more to do with my mood than the story. For a story to break through that, and not only grab my attention but hold it, to the point I was staying up way past when I should have to get through just one more chapter (Okay, so it was around 3 am when I finally put it down, and it was only because I finished it), is a great read.
There are many emotions and issues swirling around these two, so you just have to sit back and wait for the tension to release. My first thought was that Dante and Ashton definitely took it to an extreme; they reminded me of little kids who pick on each other and fight with the kid they have a crush on, push them down on the playground and pull their pigtails. But, once they got over that initial hurdle—although there were more to follow—they were seriously hot together and sweet, but really hot (kind of an inferno…Dante’s Inferno). :)
With the slump I have been in lately, I am thinking it may be time to do a reread of the entire Rock Gods series, and I couldn’t love this new addition more than I do. It is probably too soon to start asking when we will get Lincoln’s story, but I am a little impatient and can’t wait for more of this series!
You can buy Fighting His Fire here:
Excerpt: Ashton shook off Dante’s hold on his arm and inched closer. “Why are you doing this? Are you deliberately trying to bait me into fighting with you? Or do you want me to leave? Because, I gotta say, I’m real close to punching you in the face right now and walking the fuck out of here.”
“Why would you do that?” Dante argued. “I seriously thought you might be interested in the brunette!”
Ashton blew out a breath and ran a hand through his tangled hair. As hard as he tried to calm himself, it didn’t work. He shook his head, then met Dante’s piercing blue eyes head on. “The only brunette I’m interested in has a dick – not a pussy. Got it?” And, with that declaration, Ashton stalked off in the direction of the bar. He ordered another beer and a shot of Jack Daniels. He’d already done the shot when Dante slid in beside him at the bar. Ashton noticed the fire in Dante’s eyes right away. It was never difficult to detect when Dante had a storm brewing inside of him. The question was always whether the fire was due to anger or passion and right now Ashton really didn’t know which he’d be fighting. What he wasn’t prepared for was hearing the smooth texture of Dante’s voice when he finally spoke.
“Do you want to get out of here, Ashes?”
I thought you’d never fucking ask. Ashton kept that comment to himself and simply turned away from the bar and Dante’s expressive eyes and walked toward the elevator. He didn’t much care if Dante was following or not, because with or without him, Ashton was leaving.