New Release and My Review: Dex by Stephanie Witter

New Release and My Review:  Dex by Stephanie WitterDex by Stephanie Witter
Series: Kinky Shine #1
Genres: Rockers, Romance
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"Who're you f*cking?"

When my father, manager of the worldwide phenomenon Kinky Shine, asked me to come and help the band members appear more approachable I never thought my first meeting with Dex Bowers would start with such a question.

Immediately, I wanted to strangle him, wipe the smirk off his face and force him to mutter more than three words.

But there's something mysterious about him that was electrifying and the more he pushed me away and angered me, the more I wanted to know him and push through his hangups.

"Trust. That f*cking trust thing didn't come easily to me."

In the five years since my band became famous, not once had I been photographed with a woman. I knew it fed the supposed mystery surrounding me, but the real truth was far more humiliating than I was comfortable with.

That was until Harley Floyd walked in and I was left with a mind numbing lust for her that scared me shitless. It should be easy to let go and trust her just enough to have fun, to be happy I could finally come up with new material for our next album. But nothing was easy and with a life made of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll I wasn't sure if anything could last. Not even my band.

"What twenty-five year old was f*cking lost when his cock was rock hard when close to a gorgeous woman? One answer to that; a man who hadn’t had sex in a really long time."

For readers over 18 only.

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

My Review

​”I waited and waited and nothing happened. She kept breathing irregularly and didn’t push me away. So I did the only thing I could do; I opened me eyes.”

Dex is book one in the Kinky Shine series by Author Stephanie Witter. It is a rocker romance book.

“I can’t say it was a pleasure meeting you. Good thing you make amazing music because you’re one huge jerk.”

Wow! And this is just the beginning of what was to be a great story. Harley Floyd is the daughter of an affluent and well-known blogger in the rock industry. Her biggest crush is Dex Bowers, the untouchable and sinfully sexy rock god. Unfortunately, he seems to have an ego that is just as big as his well-known name. Harley is set to find out this truth in the most unusual way.

“For the first time in years, a woman had my complete and undivided attention. For the first time in years, a woman fascinated me. And I was hard as concrete.”

Told in dual points of view, Dex was an angst-filled and sizzling rocker read. My initial pull in the story was to the characters. Harley became Dex’s largest and most unexpected plot twist. He was totally puzzled and turned every which way by her presence. Being an introvert, the rocker lifestyle was hard for him. But, on the stage he could hide it. Face-to-face, with Harley, there was no amount of covering available to mask his vulnerabilities. The tension present in the air at their first meeting was a constant presence throughout the book. They were so real with each other, and with that came a transparency that is not always seen in this genre of book. The band members were also fun and had in-your-face personalities that lit up the pages. There were, of course, twists in the story, some I felt were common in books of this genre, but a couple really stood out as being different and invigorating. I can’t wait to get more in this series and follow the other band members in their quest for love.


“Harley…’’ There was a fucking warning in her name, but she didn’t budge, didn’t bat an eye. But she did stop breathing for a second and her green eyes darkened again. My whole body shivered at her reaction. I inhaled and I didn’t smell the traffic exhaustion or other smells associated with LA. No, what I smelt was her vanilla perfume.

I pressed harder in the wall, the concrete biting into my back. I clenched my fists and kept my eyes locked with hers. I traced my lower lip with my tongue and her eyes went down to my mouth. My heart tripled in beat and a low growl escaped me. It couldn’t be heard with the bustling noise of the city, but it shocked me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a reaction.

When I thought she’d take a step toward me, she took one backward and away from me. Her eyes widened and she blushed. “I guess this time I should be the one leaving,’’ she said in a small voice, her words stumbling into each other’s .

“No.’’ What the fuck was I saying?

“What? I mean,’’ she shook her head. “I’m leaving.’’

I grabbed her shoulders and crowded her space before I realized what I was doing. Her scent enveloped me, enticed me. The thin material of her top was soft under my fingers, almost like nothing was separating me from her body. If I took a half step toward her I would feel her perfect breasts against my chest. I clenched my jaw and tried to calm my labored breathing. After a few seconds without moving she tilted her head upward to look at me and I was fucked. I thought I had been before that, but now, now I was lost to the sensations she was awakening in me, sensations I thought were gone.

Her lips, lush and parted called out to me. Her cheeks coloring more and more into a deeper red had me ready to damn myself for this show of innocence. Her eyes, bright and yet getting glassier showed nothing akin to innocence and that made me ready to come in my fucking pants. She was a contradiction and I would have never thought it’d be so tantalizing.

“What are you doing?’’ she whispered and her breath brushed my neck. I closed my eyes, my lips parted on a low moan. Fuck. What was she doing to me?

“Push me away. Now.’’

I kept my eyes closed to better feel the brush of her breathing on my skin. My cock was pushing against my zipper and it was fucking painful. I wanted to squeeze myself and jerk off to find a release, but I couldn’t. We were on a street in broad daylight.

I waited and waited and nothing happened. She kept on breathing irregularly and didn’t push me away.

So I did the only thing I could; I opened my eyes.

4 Stars

About Stephanie Witter

Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.

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