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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Must Read! First let me say this book had 2 tropes that are not my favorite: Miscommunication causing a 3rd act breakup and malicious behavior. That being said I am so very glad I still chose to read this book!! it is one of the best rockstar romances I’ve ever read! The writing is superb; kept me giggling the whole way through. I’m a huge fan of how this author writes: Extremely descriptive Without being too much. Is a definite must read , so very glad I broke my usual rules for this one .😉" When we are ready to descend, my fingers peel off the last hold, and I lean back into the auto-belay’s pull. The rope whirs, lowering me in gentle slack-and-tug pulses. I’m halfway down, when I push off the wall a touch too hard. I’m expecting a graceful pendulum back to center, but instead, the tether snaps tight, yanking me sideways like a failed carnival ride. Air whooshes past my ears. My stomach drops. Before I can squeak a warning, I barrel into Max’s lane—straight into Max. “Whoa—Nora?” Max barks a startled laugh, trying to steady us. The rope twists once more, and I end up mashed sideways into him. Chest, shoulder, then—oh, no—momentum keeps dragging me south. Until my face is planted squarely against the front of his climbing shorts. The coarse fabric of his shorts fills my field of vision, smelling faintly of chalk dust and fresh detergent. My helmet knocks the harness waistband, and my cheek is plastered against the firm plane of his… anatomy. Heat flares over every inch of my skin. Time stalls. I register everything with painful clarity: the ridged weave of nylon pressing into my jaw; the quick, startled inhale Max sucks through his teeth; the thump of his heartbeat, impossible to miss even through layers of spandex and fabric. My own pulse rockets, a drumline in my throat. For a microscopic beat I’m aware of how warm he is there, how solid, and humiliation burns hotter. “Oh my god—sorry!” My voice is muffled in fabric as I scramble for a safer patch of anatomy. I try to twist away, but the tether coils around my thigh, pinning me closer. My harness slides, straps digging into hip bones while rope fibers rasp across my calf. Max’s hand clamps around my waist—steady, sure, but gentle. “Got you,” he says, voice pitched low, half laugh, half shock. The warmth of his palm brands through my shirt, pulling me upright just enough that I’m no longer face-first but still pressed full-front against him. Our auto-belays creak, fighting the erratic loads, ropes tangling like drunken jump-ropes above. My cheek is flaming. I shove at a loose lock of hair that’s stuck to my lip gloss, managing to angle my head up. Max’s face is a mix of crimson and mirth; his eyes sparkle, breath coming fast. “Unexpected air traffic, Librarian,” he manages, the corners of his mouth twitching. Read what happens next for FREE on Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FGDFLS4Y