Title: I Saw You
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 27
Success brought fame.
With fame came money.
And money brought every single whore to worship at his feet.
Chester Green has it all living the coveted life as rock’s hottest front man—traveling, partying, and in every city, burying himself between the thighs of a groupie or two. He gorged on the perks for more than a decade until life became dull, and the taste of a woman became bland on his tongue. Nothing excited him. Nothing, until the day life literally crashed into him.
Arianna Garcia is tough, fiery, and doesn’t back down or fall sway to his charms. She isn’t a groupie, making the hunt so much harder and the rewards so much sweeter. His money and fame mean nothing to her.
All he wanted was to relax and release some pent up tension.
Now all he wants is her.
The chase is on.
Bodies grind—pulsed around me while I walked through the dance floor. Sexual tension dominated, fucking controlled the inebriated patrons while they danced to the latest club anthem pumping through its speakers. An erotic tango used to entice their partners. To forget responsibility and follow the member of the opposite sex home.
My heart raced the farther we walked in.
She was here.
I felt it with every fiber of my fucked-up being that inside these walls, a room bursting with people living and laughing, she was here without me.
Without me. Those words burned as I swallowed back my ire and pain.
We had it all at one point. The way our lives meshed seamlessly; the way our hearts recognized in the other that one missing piece. We were happy and in love, until I lost sight of what was important. Until it was too late to right the wrong she’d suffered at the hands of someone I trusted.
Fooled me.
Because of my blindness she walked away from me—from us.
Making my way through the club, I tried to avoid the flirtatious hands that recognized me. Heard the shit they whispered:
“Holy fuck is that…”
“That’s one man I love to bend over for.”
“Heard his cock was huge…I’d let him break me for just a taste.”
Vapid women that saw me as nothing more than a fun night: the rock legend that screwed anything with a pair of tits. The same asshole that, come morning, would disappear.
A fantasy.
Whispers surrounded me, made me uncomfortable. Last thing I wanted to do at the moment was play the persona I was on stage. Fuck them. Let me fucking breathe.
“Hey, handsome.” An overdone redhead blocked my path, her hand splayed over my pecs to stop me from moving forward. “Can I have your autograph?” she purred, the sound anything but sexy. Forced. A practiced maneuver she’d more than likely used to land herself a dick for the night.
“Sure,” I hissed out through a fake smile. “Do you have something for me to sign?”
“Here.” She giggled while handing me a small Bic pen, and I cringed. That sound was nothing like my girl’s soft laugh. Without an ounce of shame, she lowered her top to reveal her bare right breast. Right there, in the middle of that club for everyone to see.
“No.” Didn’t even try to hide the disgust in my tone.
“Please…” she batted her lashes “…I’ll even let you feel me up.”
At this, a genuine smirk bloomed. “Well…”
“What the fuck, Chester!” Ashley, cock-blocker extraordinaire, snapped. My would-be best friend was useful at times, I’d give her that.
“Sorry.” I grimaced, trying like hell to look genuine in my apology. “But you heard the lady. No can do.”
Before the redhead could respond or give Ashley shit, I walked off and toward the upstairs roped-off section. The VIP section of the Garcia’s club, Deseo, had been cleared and secured for the famous band wanting to let loose at their fine establishment. Would she still be as generous and accommodating if she’d known that the celebrity sitting on her plush leather seats was to be me? The same asshole who’d broken her heart, but after begging her parents, convinced them to help him one final time.
Provided them the proof needed; the lengths I’d gone to get my woman back. As of yesterday at nine a.m. the media knew everything.
A man who loved his female blindly, but let himself become manipulated by the industry. On the bullshit demands to always be someone I wasn’t. All I wanted was to enjoy her. Savor the newness of our relationship without the weight of the world—of my fame—pressing us down.
I’m sorry. Sorrier than she would ever know.
There, at the top, I stood and surveyed the room below while the boys ordered drinks.
The harsh bass and provocative rhythms encased the room, lulled everyone within these walls into a hyperactive sense of want. Lust. Sex.
My eyes scanned the room, desperate to see her. So fucking desperate, in fact, that I’d lowered myself—my pride—and stalked her best friend without relenting. Drove her up a wall until she told me where I could find my girl.
I only had tonight. Leaving, she was taking a small vacation to regroup. Escape from the memories that haunted her as much as they did me.
Did she know that I relived our memories? How I meant every single fucking word I’d said.
“This place is sick,” Ashley complimented the new hot spot I’d reserved for the tonight as she sidled up next to me. “Have you come here before?” Her tone held amusement, something that boiled my blood.
Flexing my hands, I breathed in deep through my nose before answering her. “The owner is a close friend. Amazing person.” She’d done enough to put me in this situation. I wasn’t about to let her off easily. Funny, Ashley sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting here looking so smug if she knew the real reason I’d brought her here.
With furrowed brows, she eyed me shrewdly. “He or she?”
My answer? I raised a brow and turned my attention back toward the dance floor, trying like hell to find her. Those curves I’d memorized while I enjoyed her body. To catch a flash of the soft, light brown hair I loved to wrap around my fist while I dominated her much smaller form.
My girl wouldn’t be made to feel second to no one. Fuck and no.
A song she loved came on, and I chuckled low. “Of course.” How many times had I complained about her love of pop music? Now, I’d give my fucking soul just to hear her sing once more, off key and all.
“Did you say something?” Ashley asked between sips of her drink. I ignored her and continued my search.
“Hey, C., isn’t that Ari down there?” Rick yelled over the music, and every head in our group turned. My eyes zeroed in on her, and my chest constricted. From head to toe, I categorized every fucking inch of her body. Admired the way the low-cut, black-halter dress she wore accentuated her every curve.
“Fuck,” Cris hissed out, and for a fraction of a second, I turned his way. Was enough for me to see the way his vision hardened. How he followed with great interest the direction my girl was in. “I think we should leave.”
His words were harsh, but just below the surface there was also a small tinge of worry.
And so I turned. Like a perverse masochist, I watched as Arianna was led onto the dance floor by some unworthy asshole. How he spoke into her ear. How she threw her head back, laughing at something he’d said.
There was no other way to describe the sounds that emitted from the back of my throat. Loud. Angry. Hurt. An agonized growl that caused the two strangers a few steps away from me to move back a bit.
“Motherfucker’s dead.” Muscles coiled tight, I took in a few deep breaths while a red haze overflowed my vision. Nothing good would come out of me flying over to them in a bout of rage. She’d never forgive me.
“Chester,” Ashley cooed while placing her hand on my chest—a touch meant to calm and sooth the angry beast within me. It had the opposite effect.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, the storm of emotions brewing within causing me to lash out. Anger spiking, I threw her hand roughly off my chest. It’s because of her bullshit that I was in this mess.
She moved back a bit, a look of fear in her eyes. Not that it lasted long; bitch was persistent and leaned in again. “Cheetos,” she hummed, and I bristled at the childhood name. “Don’t be mad, baby. She’s moved on…look.” Her hand pulled my face to look toward them. “Ari—” Ashley trailed off when I turned my glare on her for a brief moment.
Enough to shut her the fuck up, and then I turned to watch the woman I had lost in the arms of another.
The jackass dancing with my girl pulled her in close as a slow song began. Her smile, sweet and innocent, was blinding. A woman who seemed to be enjoying herself, but they didn’t know her as I did.
Those emerald green eyes gave her away.
I rushed toward her before my boys could stop me.
Heard the yells of my name.
Ashley screamed for me not to do this.
It was too late.
Enough of this shit.
No more waiting.
Arianna Garcia was fucked.
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REVIEW
Erica's review
4 stars
I'm a huge fan of the authors work
I'm also a sucker for a sexy rock star.
However this wasn't one of my favorites.
The writing was stellar as always and the story was great for the most part but there's one character who let me down so much.
We have this sexy as sin alpha rocker who's not the typical man whore (BIG points for that one!!)
who's gone as far as to have an agreement in place to protect him from gold digging sleazes along the way. Then he falls for someone, "the one", as in head of heels feels stuff he never thought he would but deep down always wanted.
Sweet yeah?
Well there's a massive problem, and it happens to be a close friend.
Sucks when the villain in the story is someone really close to you as Chester found out, but what drove me bat sh*t crazy was how he handled the situation.
I understand wanting to give your best friend the benefit of the doubt but honestly the man was blind as a bat, she could do no wrong no matter what it cost him.
And not just once.
That killed me, a man who's so smart was so stupid for so long.
Honestly love or not I don't think I could have put up with as many screwups as Arianna did. The man says he wants you, then screws it all up. Again and again and again.
For such a strong woman she certainly allowed Chester to basically walk all over her with his apologies and promises only to repeatedly mess up in the same exact way as before.
I get that she was falling for him, like soulmate falling, but how much can one person take?
I loved most of the characters, am thrilled with how it ended but getting there made me want to pull my hair out. More than once I wished for something tragic to happen to Ashley, since it was obvious she could get away with murder and Chester wouldn't see it. I just wanted her found out and that part of the story out in the open and settled long before it was, it seemed to be drawn out just a bit too long for my liking.
Amy's Review
4 stars
Without giving to much away, here's my thoughts on this book...
I will say that I'm a huge fan of the author's work and her writing was excellent. The story line definitely drawn you in and had you banging your head at times.. plus I love me some rock star books. This one didn't do it for me though.
Chester, for being such a rock star didn't really impress me much. Yes, he rocked the stage but he needs a lot of help. He doesn't entirely know to have a relationship at all, romantic or friendship. Him and Ashley have been friends for years but yet he treats like her crap. With him and Ari, he acts all alpha but he keeps putting her 2nd to Ashley. He's doesn't know what he's doing at all. He had his band mates giving him advice and pushing him to the right thing yet he kept screwing it up over and over again. My opinion of him is he's a moron but you can make another one when reading it.
I wasn't the biggest fan of Ashley either. While she was smart for helping out her best friend, she wasn't smart about how she handled certain situations. She wanted it all and everything came crumbling down, she didn't handle it well at all. Chester didn't help much at all. Yes she was the villain in this story but I think with just a little advice and love she could turn it around.
I liked Ari. She's a strong, beautiful woman who knows what she wants in and out of the business world. She apparently has a weakness for alpha sexy as sin rock stars but she can't handle being 2nd all the time. Chester or cheesy, as she calls him, don't get me started on the nicknames, knows how to woo her but at the same time he somehow screws it up. Don't ask...no matter what happens, Ari tries to stay strong but falls for his charm.
This book has you shaking your head a lot and wondering a whole of things.
This was fun to read but I just had a few issues with it.
4 stars
I'm a huge fan of the authors work
I'm also a sucker for a sexy rock star.
However this wasn't one of my favorites.
The writing was stellar as always and the story was great for the most part but there's one character who let me down so much.
We have this sexy as sin alpha rocker who's not the typical man whore (BIG points for that one!!)
who's gone as far as to have an agreement in place to protect him from gold digging sleazes along the way. Then he falls for someone, "the one", as in head of heels feels stuff he never thought he would but deep down always wanted.
Sweet yeah?
Well there's a massive problem, and it happens to be a close friend.
Sucks when the villain in the story is someone really close to you as Chester found out, but what drove me bat sh*t crazy was how he handled the situation.
I understand wanting to give your best friend the benefit of the doubt but honestly the man was blind as a bat, she could do no wrong no matter what it cost him.
And not just once.
That killed me, a man who's so smart was so stupid for so long.
Honestly love or not I don't think I could have put up with as many screwups as Arianna did. The man says he wants you, then screws it all up. Again and again and again.
For such a strong woman she certainly allowed Chester to basically walk all over her with his apologies and promises only to repeatedly mess up in the same exact way as before.
I get that she was falling for him, like soulmate falling, but how much can one person take?
I loved most of the characters, am thrilled with how it ended but getting there made me want to pull my hair out. More than once I wished for something tragic to happen to Ashley, since it was obvious she could get away with murder and Chester wouldn't see it. I just wanted her found out and that part of the story out in the open and settled long before it was, it seemed to be drawn out just a bit too long for my liking.
Amy's Review
4 stars
Without giving to much away, here's my thoughts on this book...
I will say that I'm a huge fan of the author's work and her writing was excellent. The story line definitely drawn you in and had you banging your head at times.. plus I love me some rock star books. This one didn't do it for me though.
Chester, for being such a rock star didn't really impress me much. Yes, he rocked the stage but he needs a lot of help. He doesn't entirely know to have a relationship at all, romantic or friendship. Him and Ashley have been friends for years but yet he treats like her crap. With him and Ari, he acts all alpha but he keeps putting her 2nd to Ashley. He's doesn't know what he's doing at all. He had his band mates giving him advice and pushing him to the right thing yet he kept screwing it up over and over again. My opinion of him is he's a moron but you can make another one when reading it.
I wasn't the biggest fan of Ashley either. While she was smart for helping out her best friend, she wasn't smart about how she handled certain situations. She wanted it all and everything came crumbling down, she didn't handle it well at all. Chester didn't help much at all. Yes she was the villain in this story but I think with just a little advice and love she could turn it around.
I liked Ari. She's a strong, beautiful woman who knows what she wants in and out of the business world. She apparently has a weakness for alpha sexy as sin rock stars but she can't handle being 2nd all the time. Chester or cheesy, as she calls him, don't get me started on the nicknames, knows how to woo her but at the same time he somehow screws it up. Don't ask...no matter what happens, Ari tries to stay strong but falls for his charm.
This book has you shaking your head a lot and wondering a whole of things.
This was fun to read but I just had a few issues with it.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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