Rocking Autumn by Alyne Hart
The Homecoming Series (Book 1)
Published: September 11, 2017
Contemporary Romance/New Adult & College
Autumn and Jax were “that couple” in high school. Always together and so in love. They were supposed to be together forever until something drove them apart. Jax left without so much as a goodbye, leaving Autumn heartbroken and alone. Autumn moved on, running a bookstore and popular bakery in the charming small town of Walla Walla, Jax set out to pursue his dreams of becoming a rock star in Chicago. For Jax and his band, The Living Room Sessions, breaking into the music business was hard. And no matter how hard he tried, he never could get Autumn out of his mind. Ten years later, almost to the day, he’s back, and he’s determined to win her heart. An effort she won’t make easy on him. But when he finally does, can their relationship survive long distance? Can it survive the secret he’s keeping from her? Can it survive missed calls, unanswered texts, jealousy and touring? Does this second chance get a happily ever after? Autumn Brooks: I don’t know a lot of things, but I know one. All guys are the same. Especially ones like Jaxon West. Sexy smile, bright blue eyes, and perfectly tousled jet black hair. You know what he is? He’s nothing but trouble. And he’s broken my heart once already. Jaxon West: I may not know a lot of things. But I do know one thing for certain. I will get Autumn Jane Brooks back. Author Note: This book contains mature subject content including: steamy sex, frequent use of F-bombs and alcohol use. Although it is part of a series, there is no cliffhanger. Please also note, this is a long distance relationship where the couple is together, but separate half of the time.
Book link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075KPTYMG
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36223753-rocking-autumn
This is a well written second chance love story with all the odds against it. It’s a story of making peace with the past and rekindling old flames. I liked that there wasn’t immediate forgiveness and that the relationship took it’s time while they got to know each other again. Personally, I thought there was too many “I’m sorry’s, it’s me…” moments and a lot of doubts and insecurities that it was a bit repetitive but then it’s also true to life to how I’d imagine someone would act in this situation. I think those of young love will be fans of this book. Well-developed and interesting characters. The story is told in alternating POVs which I liked. It’s a good size read (359 pages) and a complete story. The author has indicated that their story is not done so I’m excited to see what’s more in store for them.
Thank you to the author, Alyne Hart for providing me a copy to read and review.
When The Living Room Sessions take the stage, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my heart is pounding like a wild animal in a cage. I focus in on one person, and one person only. Jax swaggers onto the stage with his guitar slung across his back.
Jax can say what he wants. He can call himself a musician. A guitar player. Whatever it is he calls himself which is anything besides a rock star.
Tonight he is a freaking rock star. He looks like a god standing on that stage. Celestial blue and purple lights wash over him, casting a deep night sky tinted hue across his black hair that falls so effortlessly across his forehead. A thin cloud of foggy mist drifts at his feet making him look like he’s just arrived from some kind of rock and roll heaven.
When he spots me standing just feet from the stage, he winks and blows me a kiss. I don’t even know how hard I blush, but I’m thankful for the darkness. I throw one back at him, wondering what the cat squad at the bar would be saying about that.
“CHICAGO,” Luke calls into the microphone, followed by the cheers of the audience. “It’s fucking good to be home. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done and blow the roof off this motherfucker tonight.”
They start to play and, holy shit, they’re incredible. I haven’t heard him play, like really play, in ten years. It’s hands down the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
The music is pounding and ear-splitting. It’s hard and intense, but so rich and thick with dark melodies that I’m completely mesmerized. The vocals shared between Luke and Jax are profound and poetic. I’m hypnotized.
Jax moves around the stage, his guitar thrusting forward with his hips. His black hair is falling across his forehead only to fly backward with one flip of his head over his shoulders. It makes me think of sex. The look on his face and the way he moves. It’s like he’s fucking everyone in the audience, seducing all of us who are lucky enough to be caught in his web.
Mid-show he takes off his white tank top, which is undoubtedly wet with sweat like his entire torso is. The fine sheen of it glistening under the purplish lighting makes every muscle on his body stand out. He keeps looking at me and smiling from the stage, filling my stomach with anxious butterflies, and the black lacy panties I have on with a warm wetness.
Towards the end of the hour-long set, Jax grabs the mic in front of him and winks at me. “My amazingly fucking beautiful girlfriend, Autumn is here tonight,” he calls out, pointing to me in the audience. I’m glad it’s dark because tingling red heat fills my cheeks once again. “I wrote this song for her about five years ago when she still hated my fucking guts—”
The crowd cheers and whistles.
“If you know it, sing along. It’s called, ‘Rocking Autumn.’”
*Rocking Autumn lyrics*
It has the same haunting, dark and melodic tone of the rest of their songs. But it’s softer somehow. Instead of screaming the lyrics, Luke sings them in a drawn out ethereal sounding murmur. Jax hammers away at his guitar and stares at me the entire time. I have to gulp down a breath of air.
In fact, he makes such a show of staring at me that I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me by the end of the song. Still, I can’t tear my eyes from the electric blue ones that hold me hostage from where he’s standing. When the song is over, he slings his guitar across his back and jumps off the side of the stage and stalks towards me.
Before I know it, one of his hands is clutching my ass closer to him, and the other is clinging to the side of my face. “I fucking love you, Autumn.” He grins before kissing me.
Around us, people are going crazy cheering us on. But I’m too lost to Jax to pay them any mind.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hi I’m Alyne. Contemporary Romance Author Cat Collector Wine Lover
I began my story-telling journey first with my dolls, then it progressed to paper. I have a deep love for anything romantic, and I’m a believer that in love anything is possible.
I write (mostly) strong, witty and intelligent women and strong, sexy, intelligent men (and my own little fantasy – they can all cook)
Most of my stories involve people with problems bigger than just trying to find love, making peace with the past and re-kindling old flames. I love small towns, cowboys, rockstars and men in uniform.