Reviewer: Holly Meeting Trouble by Emme Rollins
Series: Meeting Trouble #1
Publisher: Excessica
Publication Date: October 21st 2013
Genres: Fiction, Erotica
Pages: 88
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Sabrina can’t believe her luck—she’s always dreamed of front row seats to see her favorite band, “Trouble,” but when she bumps into lead singer, Rob Burns, and he invites her backstage, she finds herself hoping her luck doesn’t run out—and that maybe, just maybe, all her dreams will come true.
Full 45,000 word novel from New York Times and USA Today Bestseller Emme Rollins-----
Warning: This title the ultimate fantasy come true when a female fan meets a sexy rock star guitar god with enough pluck to make the g-string on your Stratocaster quiver for days. (Note: This title was originally published as “Happy Accident”)
I have a confession to make. I’m sort of a sucker for rock stars. I don’t know, but whenever I see ROCK STAR I immediately want to buy. Since that’s bad for my budget, I try to refrain unless I’ve heard good things about the story from people I trust or the reviews are mostly favorable. This was a free download, so I didn’t bother to check the reviews. More fool me.
I’m going to start this review off with a little mini-rant about two things that really bug me, because both happened in this novel.
1) The editing in this book is pretty shoddy. There are typos and grammatical errors, poor sentence structure, etc. Sadly, I’m seeing this a lot. What happened to the professionally edited books of yore, that didn’t have typos and spelling errors? Can we bring those back? (And it happens with a lot of Pub Houses, too, not just with the self-pub set)
2) This is 2014. The age of technology, savvy women, and safe sex. So why would a person have unprotected sex with a near-stranger? Especially a near-stranger who happens to be a rockstar and spreads his favors around? No. No no no no no. Did I say no? Thankfully we don’t see this too often anymore, but it does happen and it pulls me out of the story every single time. Every.single.time. Authors, for crying out loud, make your boys wear condoms! Especially when your story features a one-night-stand with a rock star.
Aside from the lack of editing and the unprotected sex, the story fell pretty flat. Sabrina was obsessed with the band, caught the eye of the married lead singer and took him home for a weekend. They fell in love. Then he asks her to tour with him, which means giving up her job as a school teacher right in the middle of the school year. All this in two days. Which totally seemed legit, by the way. Oh, and the matter of his pesky wife? Well, that’s not really a big problem since she was a bitch anyway and he’s going to divorce her. Which is sweet, when you think about it. He’s willing to divorce his wife after two days with this other girl. That’s a sign of true love, babeeeee.
Except, no.
Did I say no?
1 out of 5
Oh gawd, the unprotected sex kills me!
And a trend I’ve been noticing lately in erotic romance is that they a) won’t talk about their sexual health, b) use condoms (1+) yet c) engage in unprotected oral sex (10000000-) the first or, at best, the second time around.
And just a little bit later in the story–perhaps a week or two in the relationship–the heroine will get on the pill and they’ll dispense with the condoms on the spot.
Because STDs? They just don’t happen in this word, yo.
This is so prevalent that my suspension of disbelief is broken now.