New Release and Review: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance by L.B. Dunbar

New Release and Review:  The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance by L.B. DunbarThe Trials of Guinevere DeGrance by L. B. Dunbar
Publication Date: September 14, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Rockers, Romance, Second Chance Romance
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Don’t judge me. I know you want to, but let’s get some facts straight in my defense.

1. I love Arturo King

2. Arturo left me behind.

3. I was lonely.

4. Lansing was an old friend.

5. I love Arturo King.

Did you burn the fictional damsel in distress that cuddled and kissed her best friend when her fantastical boyfriend disappeared for months? No, you didn’t. You sympathized with her loneliness before you read ahead to make sure the boyfriend was coming back to her. Loneliness is not a crime. It’s cruel to be alone, but not a crime, the last I knew. If it is a crime, I’ll light the match to ignite myself for what I’ve done. Goodness knows, I’m burning up with guilt as it is. In my defense, I want my story to be told before I’m judged too harshly. Arturo King might be a rock legend, but he and I are human. We make mistakes. We made mistakes. Do we need to suffer for all of eternity because of them? I hope not. The jury still seems to be out, though. The greater question is: Is it possible to rekindle our love, when the past could burn us all?

Also in this series

The Legend of Arturo King (Book 1)

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The Story of Lansing Lotte (Book 2)

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The Quest of Perkins Vale (Book 3)

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The Truth of Tristan Lyons (Book 4)

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I received this book for free from Authors in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

My Review

“His darkness sang to me.”

The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance is book 5 in the Legendary Rock Stars Series by Author L.B. Dunbar. I fell in love with this series several months back, devouring each book and finding more depth to the characters as each new story was introduced. So, it was with mixed emotions that I opened the last book in what has been one of my favorite series of the year.

“His body called to my soul. I longed to be made whole by him.”

If you have read the previous books in this series, you are well aware of the events that have brought us to this point in our story. Guinevere and Arturo seemed to be the couple that were a fairytale come true, until one fateful night changed all of that. Many factors plagued our minds as their separate stories seemed to swirl out of control, leaving us to wonder if a happily-ever-after could actually be in their cards.

“My tongue screamed, I remember you: the taste of you, the feel of you.”

Beginning with the prologue, it was as if I’d never left these characters. I was enraptured in the world that was Guinie and Arturo King. I was excited and scared at what the possibilities could be. Arturo King, the Chivalrous Lover, was back, and my anxiety level rose as I wondered if he had come to claim his queen, and, if so, who his queen would be.

“My once. My future.”

Told in first person points of view, The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance was that of two tortured souls, alone in the dark, trying desperately to find their way back to one another. So many questions and so few answers.

“You are my castle. No one else is allowed to enter.”

It was a tug of war. A fight to be whole and be graced with love. It was the crescendo of five amazing books, and absolutely left the series with a fabulous read filled with wonder and amazement. The words were like a beautiful song that told of love from long ago and transformed it into the world of rockers and lovers, modern and complete. If you haven’t read, take a chance. Fall in love with Arturo King.

“I was pulled to him, a slow magnetic force, summoned by his voice.”




If I ever wondered what the pits of hell felt like, I sensed my current position was similar to being in the fiery depths. The orange-yellow glow danced before me; blinding me to the man I knew was on the other side of the flames. His face was melting, fading in the fumes that surrounded and flowed from the heat. I sensed the wooden walls of the barn structure were crackling and eventually would crumble, but I continued to stand as if frozen. There would be no chance to freeze under the circumstances. If anything, I should be melting slowly to form a puddle on the floor. My skin felt as if it would peel off of me, one droplet of sweat at a time.

The blaze started in an attempt to gain Arturo’s attention. The boy wanted to impress his father: a rock god who stubbornly ignored his son, as he had done over a year ago in this same barn. The Barn. The place of inspiration for Arturo King and his band, The Nights. The place where they performed their magic through music. The place that marked where history was made.

I continued to stare through the flames that separated us. I could see that his lips were moving; calling or shouting out to me, but I couldn’t hear over the roar of the fire. His face was warped in my vision, drifting with the bright light that framed his head filled with dark waves and a jaw covered thicker than before. His brown eyes looked black as they stared back at me. I was trapped. The flames formed a wall between me and my beloved; a man I loved more than anyone. A man who I hurt more than I ever intended. A man who hurt me with his mysterious disappearance and lack of communication.

I didn’t move. Allowing the heat to consume me, I decided this might be my fate. Death by fire was how the adulteress was punished in ancient times. Of course, in romance novels a hero comes to the aid of the persecuted. My mind flashed to another man. He had been a hero to a little girl trapped within a burning building. He had been my hero, as well, when I was kidnapped in a drugged induced haze. He was someone I should not have been thinking of.

I continued to watch the movement of Arturo’s mouth. The roar of the flames was all that I heard. It made music to my ears, drowning out the accusations.

How could I do it? How could I be with another man?

The world seemed to stop as I struggled to give my answers. In contrast, it came alive in an orange glow that spread rapidly along the old wooden floor. My back was now against the warmth of the stones behind me. It was almost like I imagined a brick oven would feel. The ancient fieldstones were absorbing the heat and reflecting it back within the cramped space. Wood crackled above my head. The ripping sound only assured me that my end was eminent. The walls were catching and the barn was doomed to collapse.

Suddenly, I heard my name. The voice that screamed to me was clear, familiar, and not the voice that should have called for me.

“Guinie, turn around and reach up your hand,” he shouted down to me. It was like an angel spoke to me from the heavens. I couldn’t break my gaze on Arturo, but he was gesturing above me. His expression showed he clearly recognized who was over me, who was calling me. His eyes found mine through the flames and he nodded once. Then he looked away and I quickly spun reaching upward blindly. My eyes were dry, boiled orbs within their sockets. The smoke so thick, I confused it for fog. Stretching, my fingers connected with those reaching down for me. One hand was clasped, the opposite wrist encircled, and up I went into the freshness of the cool summer afternoon air. The scent of pine and lake water burned my smoke encrusted nose and I gasped for more oxygen. It was like I’d been drowning. A brief sensation I’d had a year ago in the water of that lake below.

My mind was clouded, but a passing image flashed of Arturo and me spinning in the blue water. He’d kissed me for the first time on that day then rolled us off the boat into the water in distraction. We were playful then. Not today. I heard his voice ringing in my head; his words enflamed with his bitterness.

How could I do it? Didn’t I love him?

I balanced on hands and knees in the dry earth near the burning barn. My throat was hoarse from gassy fumes and screams. I called out his name one more time, and then the inevitable happened. The wooden structure collapsed.



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5 Stars

About L. B. Dunbar

Avid drinker of Coca-Cola, L.B. Dunbar loves the sweet things in life. Her affair with all things romantic began with her first book at the tender age of six: Goldilocks and the Three Bears. One can never forget her first! From there, the reading journey includes a deep love of fairy tales, medieval knights, regency debauchery, and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused, yes, that’s the correct word, of having an over active imagination; to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over a dozen novels, she’s created small town worlds, rock star mayhem, and MMA chaos. Her other duties in life include: mother to four growing children and wife to the one and only.

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