Genre: NA Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Reading Rate: *****/5 I finished the book in a single day
Recommend if you liked: Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas
The story hits the ground running with Nora accepting a “deal with the devil” so to speak to move her career forward and try to outrun her own demons.
- Fast paced and engaging story, there was never a dull moment
- I loved the premise of the dancer and the musician, I wish I could hear some of Nash’s music in real life
- Even though I knew whatwas coming from Page 1 of the book my heart still want not ready! This was for sure a “hurts so good” book
- The story for being short and fast managed to have some great side characters
- The bedroom scenes were more romantic than steamy but I didn’t mind it at all, it fit perfectly with the vibe of the book and I wouldn’t change it at all.
- I loved Nash but found myself mentally shouting at Nora the whole book. She could have easily put a stop to the main issue early on, but I guess there would not have been a story if she handled it responsibly
- Then ending of the story felt a bit rushed to me, I really wanted to see more of a redemption story for both characters.
Overall I really enjoyed the story, I would 100% read more of this word and will definitely be reading more of Kat Singleton’s works in the future.
Thank you to NetGalley and Kat Singleton for a copy of Founded on Goodbye in exchange for my honest review.
His songs were better when he had a broken heart.
That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter.
All I had to do?
Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again.
The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel.
The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me.
It seemed simple enough. Easy, even.
I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own.
Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.