Author: Sarah Biermann
Genre: New Adult
Hosted by: Love Between The Sheets
When Harvard Law student, Dylan Ackhart, moves to Boston with her best friend- the last thing she expects to find is Jeremy Mason. Jeremy is sexy, smart, and passionate- and currently the most famous rock star in the world.
From the first moment Dylan meets Jeremy, she's attracted to him. But she soon finds the fame and press can wear on you. Plus, Jeremy seems to be hiding things from her- including his relationship with the mysterious blue-haired girl.
Tracks takes you on a ride through the not so glamorous side of dating a rock star- sex, drugs, rock and roll.
This was definitely one of the best books I've read in a long time. I rated Tracks with FOUR AND ONE HALF LEAVES! I had no idea where this book was going to take me. The characters took me on an emotional rollercoaster and just when I figured the big free fall drop was over, they threw me through another loop.
Dylan has just moved to Boston to go to Harvard Law School with her best friend, Theresa. Jeremy Mason is a famous child prodigy who now happens to be a famous rock star. Jeremy is in Boston on his major tour. When fate plays it's card, they meet and are forever changed. Their lives mingle and it is a whirlwind from there.
I was completely wrapped up in this book while reading and could not put it down. I think what I loved most about Tracks was that it was not predictable at all. I thought I knew where the story was going when I first started reading and by the end I was turned upside down. Even though this story is based with a normal girl and a rock star boy, I feel like the life lessons from this book are real life. This book is very real and I enjoyed that as a nice change. I recommed Tracks to anyone who loves reading a good book and at the end is begging for more!
I make a disgusted sound in my throat. “I am totally fucked up by what my mother did to me,” I say, still aghast at his reaction to my story.
“Fucked up?” he questions, confused. “Why? Because you’re shy? Because you’re private? Because you don’t like to be vulnerable? Because you strive to achieve great things to prove you’re good enough to be worth something?”
The way he instantly knows me makes me very uncomfortable. I freeze, wide eyed and unable to speak for a moment. How could he see me so clearly? How did this connection between us go so deeply? It was disturbing to me, the understanding between us. It’s deeper than even the physical pull between us, as if the air that separates our bodies is electrically charged. I had worked my whole life to push people away, building up this wall of protection. And yet here is this man, tearing it down and seeing who I am through all the bullshit. Maybe I'm not as good at hiding myself as I thought.
“Yeah,” I finally muttered. “Those reasons are pretty much why.”
“It makes you beautiful. The things you say it created in you... are what attract me to you in this unbelievable way. You’re timid, shy, brilliant, and completely unaware of how amazing you are.”
I go statue still. My heart feels like it’s going to explode at his words. How did our conversation change course so quickly? I don’t know if I’m prepared for this. “Amazing?” I repeat in disbelief.
He smiles a catlike smile, like he’s hunting again. Immediately, my breathing increases. “Oh yes. When I first saw your eyes from the stage,” he leans closer to me. I want to both back away and lean toward him at the same time. “I wanted to make them roll back into your head. I wanted to grab your round hips and pull you close to me.” He crouches on the couch, one leg on and one leg off, leaning over me. With his face against my cheek again, he whispers in my ear, “You. Are. Breathtaking.”
I down the cold can of beer in my hand until the last drop falls on my tongue. I’ve had seven beers, and it’s just barely enough to hold me over. I’m tired of drinking fucking beer backstage every goddamned night and could really use the hard stuff. But I guess I have to be at least able to fucking walk when I’m on stage.
I crumple the can and throw it on the floor. I know one of my assistants will pick it up. Ever since I fucked the two of them- in the same night- they’d do anything to get back in my pants. It’s sad, really. Pathetic.
Then again, I guess it’s really fucking hypocritical of me to call anyone else pathetic.
I stretch my neck from side to side before lifting my baby’s strap up and over my head. I love the feel of her cold neck against my hand. She glimmers in the faint light, her strings perfectly tuned and tight. To me, it’s like I’m a priest holding the Holy Bible in my hands. The fucking word of God.
I close my eyes, trying to get into the half meditation state I’m in when I perform. Trying to let the music take over me and my emotions instead of the constant drugs and alcohol pumping through my veins. I raise my arm above my head and bring my fingers down across her precious strings. The sound she makes over the sound systems is strikingly beautiful. It immediately quiets the loud crowd down before they start cheering for me again.
I love how my baby and I have the power to quiet a room full of thousands of people, even without being seen. The moments I have backstage, when I’m not visible to anyone or dancing around like an idiot for anyone, when just the sound of my guitar can silence the crowd…that’s fucking music.
I start doing a general, simple guitar riff. I make it more and more complex the longer I play. The sound is blaring through the venue, and it’s beautiful. I take it all in before I have to walk out onto the stage, the lights hitting me and the crowd screaming for me all at once.
The band kicks in and my riff changes into one of my latest singles. I don’t even have to pay attention to the notes or lyrics anymore. I could play them in my goddamned sleep. Sober or not.
I walk to the microphone, trying to look at every girl in the front row in the eyes. I’m doing this obviously to keep them in love with me like the record company wants, as if my brilliant music can’t or won’t speak for itself (those assholes), but also because I’m restless today and bored with my normal girl groupies. Surely, there’s got to be one, two, or three hot women in the front row.
Midway through the first song, as I’m hunting through the crowd, I see someone jerk forward as if they’re about to jump onto the stage. My eyes are drawn subconsciously towards the movement, and I look down to see her. And then, our eyes lock.
Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m initially frozen by the most powerful, beautiful, greenish-blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I feel like she’s staring straight through me. The electricity I feel pulsing through my body is something I’ve never felt without the alcohol or drugs before. Suddenly, I have to concentrate on what I’m playing and singing. I’m so stunned I may actually screw up. I have to look away from her before I make myself look like an idiot. Somehow, I manage to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous face. But my heart is still pulsing so loud I can hear it in my ears.
Throughout the concert, I have to will myself to stop from staring at the gorgeous girl the entire night. Every once in a while, I slip up and look at her. And every goddamned time, she’s staring right back at me. With those eyes. Those eyes I’m going to make roll back in her head. Those lips I’m going to make red and swollen. I have to touch her. I have to feel her. Now. I have to know if this electricity will continue if our proximity is closer.
I can’t believe I’m fucking doing it, and Rich and the rest of the security team is going to have my fucking head, but I find myself leaning over the stage and reaching towards the crowd. Not towards the crowd, but towards her. I stare at her, willing her to grab my hand.
But instead, about fifteen other hands reach out to grab mine. And then more and then more. Girls from every direction are rushing the stage, and no matter how fast security pulls them off, more come. I pull my hand back as soon as I can get it free. They almost pulled me off the stage.
I look down to find the girl again and realize she’s no longer standing in front of me. I look around the crowd, confused as to where she went. I see the girl she was talking to during the show frantically trying to push a bunch of girls away and get down towards the floor. I follow her line of sight to the floor and see arms covering a head of blonde hair. Girls are trampling on her, stepping all over her body. Heels are digging into her legs and back. One is dangerously close to her head.
No! Not her…
My blood pressure and adrenaline rise so fast, I think I’m going to fucking pass out. I drop my hands from my guitar. “Stop!” I scream loudly. The idiot band continues to play. “Stop, stop, stop!” I growl. Almost the whole auditorium falls dead silent. I breathe a short sigh of relief. I glance to my right and see Richie standing by the stage door. “Help her. Now!” I say, pointing to where she’s lying on the floor.
God, please be okay. Fuck! Fuck fuck…I need her.
Need? Fucking sick, right? But I knew the second I saw her goddamned face, she was the answer for me. She’s the woman. The one I’ve been searching for. I just…I just know it. She’s…she’s my present. My future. She’s the girl I’m going to fucking marry. She just doesn’t know it yet.
As I see Rich pick her up and carry her backstage, I know she’ll be mine. But I know she’ll be different than the other girls, so for the rest of the concert I’m thinking about how I may have to change for her. And by the way she looked at me, with her fucking innocent eyes and modest-but-seductive as hell clothing, the changes I may have to make scare the shit out of me.
Sarah Biermann, RN, BSN was born Wilmington, Delaware and grew up in Claymont. She attended Cab Calloway School of the Arts in Wilmington for high school, majoring in creative writing. She went on to Montgomery County Community College in Blue Bell, PA for her Associates Degree in Nursing. She recently graduated Drexel University with her BSN in nursing and is currently in their Masters program for nursing education. Sarah's nursing specialty is in drugs and alcohol detox and rehab.
Sarah has been married to her husband, Jon, for 8 years. She has two beautiful daughters: Anna, age 7, and Quinn, age 2. They live in Lansdale, Pennsylvania.
She enjoys reading, singing, art, music, television, going to the movies, Hershey Park, and writing. "Tracks"- the first book in the "Rock Bottom" series- is her first book.
Sarah is currently working on the second book in the "Rock Bottom" series- titled "Trials"- coming soon.
1. Kiss From a Rose- Seal
2. Hallelujah- Jeff Buckley
3. In Your Eyes- Peter Gabriel
4. Mirrors- Justin Timberlake
5. Big Shot- Billy Joel
6. Happiness is a Warm Gun- Beatles
7. Baby's on Fire- Jonathan Rhys Meyers
8. Barely Breathing- Dunkin Sheik
9. Behind Blue Eyes- The Who
10. Breaking the Habit- Linkin Park
11. Extraterrestrial- Katie Perry
12. Circle The Drain- Katy Perry
13. Hummingbird Heartbeat- Katy Perry
14. Heroin- The Velvet Underground
15. Come To Your Senses- show "Tick Tick Boom!"
16. I Want You/She's So Heavy- Beatles
17. Locked Out Of Heaven- Bruno Mars
18. Your Song- Elton John
19. I Drink Alone- George Thorogood
20. Take A Bow- Rihanna
21. This Time- Jonathan Rhys Meyers
22. While My Guitar Gently Weeps- Beatles
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