This was the first book I have read by this author and I was very intrigued from Chapter 1. I mean really who wouldn't want to find out more about a gorgeous lead singer of a band in leather pants with a southern accent that makes you melt? Well Cass is that man and he is immediately taken with Harper, the very hardworking journalist doing a feature on the band while also looking for answers on a story of a missing girl. Low and behold, the missing girl, Darien, is a huge fan of the band Crave and was suppose to be at their show the night she disappears and it just so happens that Cass was the last person to speak with her. So Harper sets out to get all the answers, but she gets much more than just simple answers. She is also very attracted and drawn to Cass too, but she soon finds out that Cass is not just the hot, charming lead singer, he is a werewolf and the Alpha of the pack Crave. She also finds out the hard way that Cass has a very mean enemy out to destroy Cass and everyone he cares about. Cass and his pack are determined to protect Harper and find Darien. My opinion of this book was the storyline was great, the characters were awesome, and the chemistry between Harper and Cass were sizzling. I have only a few negatives. There were quite a few grammar and editing issues. The story was too short and left me with a cliffhanger. However, it did leave me really wanting more and really hoping the next one comes quickly!I give this book 4 stars ****
Review by Tabitha
Harper wasn't in the mood to be bothered. She wanted to watch the performance, interview the band, talk to them about Darien, go home and go to bed. I've been here before. She said with an abrupt tone, while she began to study her notes. She had hoped if she did that, he'd get the message to leave her alone.
Placing her soda on the counter, the bartender said. Really? I've been here for years and never saw you once.
His hot glare nearly made her vomit. All of a sudden, she felt dirty. She tried hard to concentrate at the tasks in front of her.
Before she looked at the stage, she noticed the bartender continuing to stare at her as if she were a late night snack. Well then, I guess you should look harder she retorted.
She took out a $10 bill and placed it on the bar. It seemed to do the trick. The bartender went quietly to the register, got her change and placed it besides her glass.
And then it happened
The lights went down. The crowd that was laughing, talking and mingling with one another was hushed into dead silence; turning their focus onto the front of the stage.
The first few bars of the anthem, Rock me, gradually blared its way louder and louder.
And there he stood wearing a pair of black leather pants that hung low on his waist along with a long sleeved black mesh shirt, whose buttons, by most females in the audience, were grateful to have been unbuttoned.
After getting focused on the crowd, his brown eyes locked firm with hers, seemingly burning a hole into her soul. The photograph didn't do him justice. Everyone was correct, Cass St. Marie was exquisite.
Good evening. He told the crowd in a deep, southern drawl that reminded her of the day she first tasted her father's favorite bourbon. It was sweet, delicious and full of body.
The more she heard, the more she wanted. It was heaven on earth.
He had only said two words and Harper and the rest of the audiences found themselves swooning despite him not singing a single note. His southern drawl and shoulder-length brown locks were enough to put any woman over the edge. His lips curved into a smile and the crowd erupted.
Guess you're here to see us play, huh? he quipped.
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18501901-crave?from_search=true
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