Rainbow Lyrics and Mellow Mushrooms would like to wish a happy release day to Ann Lister with her latest smokin' hot Rock Gods novel Fighting His Fire. Holy Cow everyone, when I say smoking hot, I mean that this novel nearly set my kindle on FIRE!!!!
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.
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Ashton wasn't so sure he would be able to handle Dante. He drew in a long breath, though, and tried to regain his composure. Dante surely could be a cocky bastard, but so could Ashton. He'd never once felt inadequate or unskilled in bed and Ashton wasn't about to allow Dante that kind of power of thinking he was either of those things now. Their personalities were alike in many ways and that knowledge had Ashton feeling more in control of the situation then he probably was.
Go big or go home, right? Ashton thought.
“I hope you'll be playing with your A game, Sparky,” Ashton said. “Because I brought some of my own heat to this party.”
“I'm counting on it,” Dante replied.
Dante stood in the doorway with his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans and watched Ashton strum on an acoustic guitar, then occasionally stop to write down notes onto a piece of paper. When Dante shifted his weight against the doorjamb, Ashton finally noticed his presence. His blond head lifted and the smile he gave Dante made his heart clench.
“Is this where you've been hiding all day?” Dante's grin was wide in return.
“Not all day,” Ashton replied. “Maybe for the last several hours, though.”
“I forgot you played guitar,” Dante said, still not moving from his position on the doorjamb.
Ashton nodded. “I also play piano.”
Dante chuckled and said, “You're a one-man band.”
“No way. I love beating on my skins too much.”
Dante stepped further into the room. “I wanted to let you know that they brought dinner to our room, if you're interested.”
“Did you already eat?” Ashton asked.
“I was waiting for you,” Dante returned.
Ashton set the guitar back in the stand beside the chair and stood up. After he grabbed his notes from the table, he walked over to Dante at the door and together they walked back to their room. “It smells like pot roast,” Ashton commented as he stepped into the bedroom.
“It is,” Dante answered with a grin. “I peeked.”
“I love pot roast,” Ashton offered.
“I know. That's why I went looking for you,” Dante answered. “I knew you wouldn't want to miss this.”
This time they sat at the table together to eat, instead of on opposite sides of the room. “It's weird being able to walk around this place now,” Ashton said.
“I kept waiting for someone to shove my ass back in here and lock the damn door again,” Dante added. Dante glanced at the piece of lined paper on the table beside Ashton. “Were you writing?”
“I was messing around on that guitar and inspiration struck,” Ashton said.
“I love it when that happens,” Dante added.
“Wanna hear it?” Ashton offered.
When Dante nodded, Ashton began to hum out a slow, rolling melody that made Dante's skin prickle. It was good, and Dante suddenly had the urge to add lyrics to go with the music. “As soon as we finish eating, let's go get that guitar and see if we can finish what you started.”
Ashton's eyebrows lifted at that suggestion. He loved writing music with Dante and sadly, as the rift between them grew, the music between them died. “I'd really like that,” Ashton said. “I can't remember the last time we wrote together.”
“It's been too long, Ashes.”
Hearing the sentiment in his nickname had emotion biting at Ashton's eyes. He'd missed this so much his chest felt tight. For the first time in quite a while, Ashton had hope that he and Dante might find a way back to where they once were.
It was sometime during the pre-dawn hours when Dante and Ashton felt satisfied with their song. The music came from Ashton, but the lyrics were all Dante.
~ I Am The Phoenix ~
Caught between pleasure and pain.
The ache can feel like bliss.
I scratch and claw my way through sin
to live with you like this.
Tumbling free from life itself,
I found my way to you.
I shed the skin that held my past,
and began again as new.
I rose up from your Ashes,
like a Phoenix taking flight.
Fighting the fire beneath my talons,
I will rise into your light.
God I loved this book. I’m not one to wander through my house gushing over something I read, but that is just what I did last night when I finished reading Fighting His Fire by Ann Lister. After a long afternoon of writing, I happily curled up in my chair, thinking I would read a few chapters before bed. A few chapters turned into the entire book in one sitting, as in not even pausing to grab a coffee or nothing, I was that engrossed in the story.
Not only do we have the super hotness of two majorly sexy rockers, but we’ve got angst, lots of it. The novel kicks things off with an intervention and two guys, Ashton and Dante who seemingly hate each other to the point where they can’t even be in the same room together without trying to beat the hell out of one another.
As being forced to cohabitate a room together begins to wear on them and the therapist begins to chip away at each of their issues, secrets begin to be revealed that quite honestly left me a crying mess. I love when an author can make me hurt with her characters and Ann Lister was able to do that several times over the course of the story. She made me fall in love with Ashton and Dante, care about what they were feeling and how they were handling things and what was going to happen between them.
These guys were real and explosive and passionate about their music and their feelings. I kept feeling like there was something that still remained hidden about Ashton that hasn’t been revealed yet, but knowing there are books to come I wasn’t left worrying that we wouldn’t find out. I also didn’t find myself lost by not having read the previous book, this worked amazing as a standalone despite the fact that there were clearly characters from previous novels involved.
I’m not going to give any spoilers, this is one you just need to pick up and read, I highly recommend having the tissues ready, at least in the beginning, because wow, just wow. Ann’s writing style is beautiful, flowing, gritty, emotional and very easy to read. I plan on going back and picking up the rest of the series for a binge reading marathon.
This book is five smokin’ hot dancin’ hamster good.
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