Title: Abandon All Hope
It was one of those mornings for newspaper-writer/photographer Hope Creswell. The alarm clock didn’t go off and she cut her finger on broken glass. Not one to let such things get her down, Hope headed into her assignment meeting with excitement, only to leave it stunned. Her new assignment is to trail the sensational rock-star, Chase Hatton, for an article. Chase Hatton! No one knows the power that name holds for her. No one knows of the childhood friendship that blossomed into romance, only to abruptly die on the night of Hope’s senior prom. No one knows of the ache that still fills her heart.
What starts out for Chase Hatton as an average publicity trip to Chicago suddenly becomes complicated when his manager tells him that Hope Creswell will be interviewing him in the morning. He had spent eight years trying to forget Hope, and now she would be in his penthouse in a matter of hours?
When Chase opens the door to his penthouse and finds Hope on the opposite side, his heart begins beating a rhythm the rocker has yet to capture in any of his music. The smoldering embers of their former romance are fanned by their mere proximity. Will they both be burned again? Can Hope ever trust her heart to Chase after what he did? Can Chase bear to see her walk out on him a second time? And what about Hope’s boyfriend, Phillip? Where does he fit into the picture that Hope is developing?
Author: M.J. Schiller
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Trapped Under Ice
Series: Rocking Romance
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Trapped Under Ice
Published by Kissmet Publishing Source: Author
Published: June 15, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Abandon All Hope a lovely tale of young love, misunderstandings and second chances. The story is told in flashbacks from both Chase and Hope’s points of view. Because of all the flashbacks to their youths, the book has more of the feel of a New Adult versus an adult romance. There is some sex but it is sweet and tender. The secondary characters were great, (I adore Hal!). Unfortunately I felt there wasn’t much of the rocker aspect to this book. The fact that he is a rocker seems incidental. It’s more of a romance between a girl and a guy who happens to be a rocker. Don’t get me wrong, this is a great story I just would have liked to experience less back story and more time on rocker side of things.
While this is the second book in the Rocking Romance Collection, having read the first book I can safely say both books are stand-alones and do not need to be read to understand each other. I will admit I was disappointed that this was not a continuation using one of the characters from the previous title. However, I digress. Abandon All Hope is an excellent read and I highly recommend reading this book, this series and author M.J. Schiller.
I received this book from JeepDiva in exchange for my honest review. The opinions and rating of this review are solely mine and in no way was I compensated.
Hi, and thank you for welcoming me to Jeep Diva Reviews! I stopped by to talk to you today about my newest release, ABANDON ALL HOPE, which is the second in my ROCKING ROMANCE COLLECTION, and compare it to TRAPPED UNDER ICE, the first in the collection. But first a word about the world of rock romance in general. As a rock romance writer I face a difficult task because so many people have a preconceived idea of what a rock romance is. Almost by definition, it is smutty, right? Rock stars are the bad boys that epitomize the ideal of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
But let’s not forget, rock stars are people, too. Sure, the life they live is pretty far removed from my life as a lunch lady. Yet they were once toddlers running around in diapers, and then, pimply-faced junior high students. Their moms probably still yell at them from time to time and try to use mommy spit to wipe something off of their faces. That’s the world I try to bring you, the fame and fortune, yes. But also the real stuff, insecurities, hang-ups, family issues, the whole ball of wax.
So I brought you Chad, the lead singer of Trapped Under Ice. Chad is sexy, highly successful, and pretty much into the whole drinking and womanizing thing. But it’s a lifestyle that leaves him empty and unable to cope with his anger after growing up in an abusive home. Beth changes all that, gives him a reason to make important changes for himself and you see his softer side, his ability to be loving and self-sacrificing.
And then there is Chase, from Abandon All Hope. Chase is an atypical rock star. He’s never been a womanizer, or drug user and doesn’t drink much. In fact, he’s remained fairly unaffected by his stardom and is pretty much still the boy he was growing up in Nebraska.
So, while Chad more closely fits the stereotype, he’s not just a flat character. He loves his brother and terrorizes his best friend. Like most guys, he has a hard time dealing with his feelings, especially when it comes to Beth. And while Chase is not your typical rock star, he is still extremely sexy on stage, enough to drive the women wild. They are multifaceted, just like you and I are. And, like our boys here are, my book is also multifaceted. It is not full of smut, with some storyline to pull it together. It is sweet, hot, heartbreaking, funny, and, sexy.
Now that I’ve given you a general idea of what to expect, here is a little bit more about ABANDON ALL HOPE:
When Chase opened the door, Hope was looking down, her thick, black eyelashes contrasting with her fair skin as she examined her shuffling feet, waiting for someone to answer her ring. There was an innocence in her face that was captured in the first millisecond before realizing she was being observed. But hearing the noise of the door opening, she glanced up quickly. Their eyes locked, and they both froze for several seconds, unable to speak.
Although he had seen her brilliant eyes a hundred times in his dreams over the past eight years, seeing them here, now, even though he had mentally prepared himself for her visit, took his breath away. His heart, which had been beating wildly in anticipation of her visit, now seemed to stop, and then a second later, charge ahead, as if trying to beat its way out of his chest. His palms on the doorframe became sweaty, and he tried to gather his wits so as not to appear like the lovesick whelp he now felt himself to be.
Hope looked very much the same as she had eight years prior. She wore her long, golden-brown, straight hair in two braids dangling past her shoulders. He was barely able to suppress a desire to touch the feathery tips below the rubber bands holding them together. Her hands were stuck deep into the pockets of the slouchy tweed coat she wore over a tight-fitting, baby-blue, v-neck t-shirt, which fit snugly over her hips and dark blue jeans, hanging slightly lower than the bottom of her jacket. As in high school, she had a camera slung carelessly around her neck, like an Olympian’s gold medal, and nearly as valuable to her.
Slowly, a smile spread across his face, and he forced himself to exhale, saying, “So, it is you.”
She smiled in return, a little shyly, he thought, responding, “Hello, Chase.”
She held out her hand and he was taken aback, the gesture seeming too stiff and formal considering their intimate past, but after a second, he took it and shook it warmly, covering it with his other hand as well. His touch and smile seemed to relax her a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. They both were adults now; they should be able to act maturely.
“Come in,” he invited, standing aside to allow her to pass. He never took his eyes off her as she entered, soaking in the details they offered. Her short jacket, coming just to her waist, permitted him a clear view of her tight tush and shapely hips. She had filled out some since her tree-climbing days when they had first met. She still had the muscles of an athlete, and the tomboy she once was, but now, time had added the soft, tempting curves of womanhood. Though her t-shirt hugged her hips temptingly and covered the tops of her jeans’ pockets, he still fantasized about sticking his hands in those pockets and feeling her warmth.
He watched her face as she gazed about, seeing the glow of excitement that was sweetly familiar to him. He had almost forgotten just how lovely her face was. She had a clear complexion, delicate features, and big, expressive eyes. Whatever she felt could be seen on her face; she had no gift for pretense. Her eyes were unique, a pale blue with thin rays of yellows and browns radiating out from the center, like a starburst, the outside of the iris a thin circle of black. The mix of colors was not a distracting feature. In fact, it was something that wouldn’t be noticed at a distance, but up close, they were mesmerizing.
MJ is a lunch lady in the heart of Central Illinois. My gosh, can you get more folksy than that? She met her husband at the University of Missouri-Columbia and now she has an eighteen-year-old (how did that happen?) and sixteen year old triplets! She loves to read, karaoke (where she can pretend she is a rock star) and spends WAY too much time on Facebook. She grew up in St. Louis and still has family there.