The last one to fall…
Sam Reed is the only brother in the Reed family who hasn’t fallen head over heels in love. He has a promising contract to play professional football, but something is missing. Sam likes to watch cooking shows, snuggle on the couch, and he wants someone to do it with him. But with his go-getter lifestyle, it’s almost impossible to find the time to get to know one woman. That is, until he meets the one who makes him want to change his whole life.
A fake name and a world of hurt…
When Peck was twelve, she was called by a different name, lived with a different family, and had no prospects whatsoever. But now she finds herself the drummer in an all-girl band, makes more money than she ever dreamed possible, and she’s content. Until the day her birth mother shows back up.
Fame. Fortune. Stardom. Adolation.
Neither of them wants it.
They both have it. But can they have more?
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
Finally I arrive at the last Reed brother, Sam’s, book. I don’t know if it was me or not, or if I was starting to get antsy from reading five books in a row from a series – I tend to take breaks between books in a series to space it out and to keep me interested – but for some reason this one just didn’t jive with me as well as the others did. I don’t think it was Sam as he has always been pretty likeable from the beginning just like his brothers. Peck was ok, I just didn’t find her very interesting nor did the book have me dieing to know more about her. She just felt bland to me. To some, she might of been cool or inspiring to overcome her severe stuttering problem and rise above her bad childhood to become the drummer of an all girl band, but to me she just felt bland.
“So…you want to make cupcakes with me, huh?” I grin. “Yep. I want to adopt one, too.” I nod and pull her closer. “Okay.” We get to the hotel room finally. She doesn’t wait. She starts stripping off her clothes. She’s not bashful at all. Not a bit. When she’s naked, she struts over to me. “So…you want to start on those cupcakes tonight?” I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. “Hell yeah.”
Do I matter to you at all?” My hand shakes as I brush my hair from my face. “What do you mean?” “Do you care about me at all?” he asks. “Tell me the truth.” “I don’t know what you want me to say.” I scoot to the edge of the sofa. “I don’t know how you feel,” he says quietly. “We don’t even know each other…” I begin. But I don’t know how to finish. “I want to know you.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “Do you want to know me?” he asks quietly. “Sam…” He hobbles his way toward the door. “Sam!” I call, because I feel bad, and I feel like something important is about to walk out the door. “What?” he snaps, turning to face me. “What do you want from me?” “I want to take you on some dates.” He shrugs. “I want to learn about you, and let you learn about me. I like you. A lot.” “I’m not your kind of girl,” I say quietly. His eyes narrow. “What does that mean?” I point toward his pocket. “I’m not like…them. I’m just…me.” I shrug my shoulders. He hobbles back toward me and stops when he’s right by my face. With him on crutches, I come up to his nose. It’s strange meeting a man who’s taller than me. “I like talking to you,” he says. He points toward my sticks. “Even when you’re tapping, although I’d like to find out what that’s all about.” He kisses my cheek really quickly, and I can feel it all the way to my toes. I cover my cheek with my hand. His voice goes soft. “I really like kissing you. And I’d like to do it some more.” “But…” “But every time I call you, you don’t answer. When I come to see you, I can’t get past the front desk.” He throws up his hands. “If you don’t want to see me, please say so. I won’t like it, but I’ll go away.” I want to see him. I want to see him so badly.
I didn’t really have any favorite parts from the book other than Sam’s nickname for her – cupcake – and when Logan gets a hearing implant so he can hear his daughter speak. His expressions of hearing Emily, his daughter, and the surrounding sounds was priceless – it was like he was hearing everything for the first time.
Logan turns to Emily. She’s actually holding it together a lot better than the men in the room. I blow my nose into a tissue as he tells her, “Talk to me, Em. Say something.” She reaches out and cups the side of his face. “Oh, Logan,” she says. And a tear finally falls over her lashes and down her cheek. “I love you so much.” “I love you too,” he says back. And finally, he drops his head into his hands and cries. […] Kit gets up and walks over to Logan, and she pats his arm. He looks down at her. “Hi,” he says. So far, she’s only said ma ma ma ma ma ma and some other simple sounds. But she’s never said anything else. She holds out her toy and he takes it from her. He picks her up and puts her on his knee. “Da da da da da da,” she says. Logan’s eyes roam quickly from one of us to another. “Did you hear that?” “Did you hear that?” the audiologist asks. “She said da da da da da.” He’s almost shivering with emotion. I can feel it all the way in my seat. “Yes, she did.” Kit shakes her toy and Logan jumps. He takes it from her and shakes it again. “That was this?” He gives it back to her. “It’s loud.” “Now you see why I don’t want to buy her things with batteries,” Emily tosses out.
She motions for me to follow her to the kitchen. Emilio is there and he’s icing cupcakes, grumbling to himself. “Are you here to help?” he grouses. “Um…” I straighten my spine. “Actually, I came to talk to you.” His eyes narrow. Marta smiles at me, winks, and walks out of the room whistling. “What do you want?” he asks. He blows out a breath. He’s struggling with a bag of icing. I motion for him to hand it to me. “What are these for?” I ask. “Marta got a wild hair up her ass and decided she had to make several million of these little fuckers for the bake sale at the church.” He grumbles obscenities. “The girls were supposed to help her, but Peck suddenly had something she had to do today, and the rest of them haven’t shown up yet. So who gets drafted?” He points to his chest. “Me, that’s who. And I fucking hate this shit.”
After finishing this one and kinda feeling a bit ‘meh’ about it, I don’t know if I will eventually continue on with this series as it branches out with other girls of Fallen From Zero since Peck didn’t really hold my interest. But I will say I am glad I read it so I know how every Reed brother ended up.