The Story of Lansing Lotte by L.B. Dunbar
ARC received for an honest review
This is the second book in the Legendary Rock Star Series by L.B. Dunbar. If you haven’t read the Legend of Arturo King, you need to before going into this one. A modern day takeoff on King Arthur this story focuses on Lansing Lotte (Lancelot), Arturo King’s best friend, and lady killer of the band The Nights. Admittedly my knowledge of King Arthur is not good so reading these two books was just reading a good story to me. I knew the names and connected to the past but other than that, I couldn’t cross reference the two. To me, both these books were just well written books and enjoyable to read. There was enough backstory on the characters and their history I didn’t feel any need to compare.
With the story of Lansing, his killer good looks and reputation to match, quite honestly I wanted to walk up behind him and smack him on the back of the head and tell him to get his sh*t together(I feel like I lost track of how many women he was with in the book). Then he goes and does something sweet to redeem himself and I want to hug him. I was up and down on whether I wanted to like him or throttle him throughout the book. There is definite sex appeal to Lansing and it keeps you wanting more of him. A lucky little girl named Fleur gets to be his best friend and see just how sweet he really is.
But as the underlying story of Arturo keeps resurfacing and the tension between Lansing and Guinie, Arturo’s fiance’, continues, this series has the makings to be a must read for anyone. Because really, who can deny hot rockers? Thank you L.B. Dunbar!!
I get it. I’ve heard the jokes. My name sounds like some medieval character who was a hero. Hell, my best friend’s named Arturo King. Ring any medieval bells? But this is my story and I’m no hero. I also get the jokes. Lancelot is a play on the words lance and lot, and a lance refers to a sword, which is a euphemism for dick. What does a man do with his dick? He fucks. A lot. So if my name is Lansing Lotte, I must be “fucking lot.” Get it? Fucking a lot? Which I’m not saying I don’t, that’s not the point. Another reference to something sexual. Get my point? Huh, I made a punny. But again this is my story, and I haven’t done anything funny. In fact, I’ve killed three women, and only one of them I loved. Yeah, that’s right? Not laughing now. It’s not funny. And I’m definitely no fucking hero.
“Because I know you love her. It must hurt.”
“I…I don’t know that I’m capable of love, Lila. All I seem to do is destroy women, and myself.” She reached a shaky hand for me and pushed my longish bangs back from my forehead. It was surprisingly comforting.
“I don’t believe that,” she said. “I think you just have difficulty choosing someone safe.”
Her fingers continued through my hair and my muscles relaxed. It was soothing. It was motherly, which should have creeped me out, but didn’t. I don’t know what prompted me, but I laid my head down on her stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and I could hear her heart beat rapidly through the oxford shirt. She was holding her body still, but she continued to gently run her fingers through my hair. She was hesitant at first, almost as if she was petting me, but her fingers slipped into my longer locks and she massaged back and forth over my scalp.
I was relaxing into her stomach and my nose nuzzled against her. She was firm under there, and she had that sexy hip thing going on. She sucked in a breath when my nose drew a line back and forth across her belly. My mouth watered to get a taste of those hipbones just below her navel. She was dragging her fingers through my hair more intently, and I slid my face down her belly. She had a sweet fragrance about her, something flowery and something I wasn’t certain of at first. Instantly, I recognized that Lila smelled like sex.
My hand came up to remove the blanket from her legs and I heard her sigh. Her hand wrapped into my hair, tugging gently, and I took it as a sign to continue moving down her body. Her legs opened slightly and my nose dragged closer to my destination.
“You smell sexy, Lila.”
She sighed again and a choked sound followed. My eyes glanced up to discover hers were closed. Her head leaned back and her lips parted. I dragged my nose across her damp panties, inhaling her sweetness.
“You want me?” I breathed against her, knowing she was wet and ready for me under the cotton. I couldn’t believe it. Lila gave no hint that she was attracted me. She was well aware that I was continually turned on around her, but she gave me no indication that she could be attracted to me. Unless…
“We’re friends, right, Lila?” I said, a bit of curiosity in my voice.
She sighed again and I blew a breath onto her. Her arousal was heady, and I was intoxicated by her.
“We could be friends. Together. It would be a good distraction.” I kissed her over the cotton and I felt her sit upright. She looked drugged; her eyes glassy and confused.
“I can’t,” she said on a choke.
“What?” I softly groaned.
“I…I can’t do this with you.”
“Lila, I didn’t mean…”
She was pushing back into the corner of the couch, forcing me to sit upright. She grabbed the blanket off the floor to cover her, but then decided to stand.
“I can’t compete with ghosts, Lansing.”
“Lila, it’s not like…”
“I know all about ghosts…and I can’t fight them whether dead…or alive,” Lila added, as she held the blanket before her legs like a shield and quickly turned to leave me stunned on the couch.
About The Author
L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and the upcoming Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.
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