Title: The Story of Lansing Lotte
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 28, 2015
I get it. I’ve heard the jokes. My name sounds like some medieval character who was a hero. Hell, my best friend’s named Arturo King. Ring any medieval bells? But this is my story and I’m no hero. I also get the jokes. Lansing Lotte is a play on the words lance and lot. And a lance refers to a sword which is a euphemism for dick. What does a man do with his dick? He screws. A lot. So if my name is Lansing Lotte, I must be fucking lot. Get it? Fucking a lot. Which I’m not saying I don’t. That’s not the point. Another reference to something sexual. Get my point? Huh, I made a punny. But again this is my story, and I haven’t done anything funny. In fact, I’ve killed three women, and only one of them I loved. Yeah, that’s right. Not laughing now. It’s not funny. And I’m definitely no fucking hero.
The Story of Lansing Lotte put me through the emotional wringer. To be honest, I wasn’t a huge fan of Lansing in the first book so I wasn’t sure how much I would like him in this one. L.B. Dunbar managed to surprise me, delivering a complicated mess of a man that you can’t help but feel for. And I did. I felt everything with this story. I felt the band’s frustration and fear, Lansing’s heartache and guilt, Layne’s overwhelming sadness, and Lila’s crippling mistrust. L.B. Dunbar had my head spinning with the way the various relationships between characters were so complexly interwoven and how each clue as to the truth about Arturo King seemed to lead only to more questions. A great addition to the series, The Story of Lansing Lotte was just the right balance of suspense, steam, and sweetness.
“I… I don’t know that I’m capable of love, Lila. All I seem to do is destroy women, and myself.”
The way in which L.B. Dunbar evolved Lansing over the course of this novel was impressive. I went in to the story wanting to slap him, and that feeling definitely repeated itself several times over… and then some. I didn’t expect to also find my heart aching for him and my frustration building at his inability to bring his good intentions to fruition. There was a lot more to Lansing than I could have imagined, and L.B. Dunbar carefully crafted each of his layers to be an important piece of the whole. I absolutely loved Lila. Her story was tragic and her reactions to people screamed of the pain she’d endured in the past, but her strength was unwavering and I absolutely adored her honest, kind, and nurturing personality. Fleur was the glowing bright spot in this story, providing a lightness and innocence when things were getting dark and oh my gosh Lansing with Fleur was enough to make my heart explode!
“Lansing isn’t meant to be your hero, Lila, you’re meant to be his.”
It took me a while to really get into the story with so many characters to focus on and some many relationships being developed simultaneously. Once things were settled and the characters had been set on their paths it was easier to lose myself in the story and it didn’t take long before L.B. Dunbar was turning up the heat. The chemistry between Lansing and Lila is freaking explosive. Lila was just as broken as Lansing and just as much of a challenge, resulting in a friction that threatens to spark at every turn. The overall storyline has me totally twisted as I try to understand the mystery surrounding Arturo King. L.B. Dunbar is clearly trying to kill me with this series. Every time I think I have something figured out, she throws me for a loop, leaving me desperate for the next book. I can wait to see what will happen next with The Nights!
“Because I know you love her. It must hurt.”
“I…I don’t know that I’m capable of love, Lila. All I seem to do is destroy women, and myself.” She reached a shaky hand for me and pushed my longish bangs back from my forehead. It was surprisingly comforting.
“I don’t believe that,” she said. “I think you just have difficulty choosing someone safe.”
Her fingers continued through my hair and my muscles relaxed. It was soothing. It was motherly, which should have creeped me out, but didn’t. I don’t know what prompted me, but I laid my head down on her stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and I could hear her heart beat rapidly through the oxford shirt. She was holding her body still, but she continued to gently run her fingers through my hair. She was hesitant at first, almost as if she was petting me, but her fingers slipped into my longer locks and she massaged back and forth over my scalp.
I was relaxing into her stomach and my nose nuzzled against her. She was firm under there, and she had that sexy hip thing going on. She sucked in a breath when my nose drew a line back and forth across her belly. My mouth watered to get a taste of those hipbones just below her navel. She was dragging her fingers through my hair more intently, and I slid my face down her belly. She had a sweet fragrance about her, something flowery and something I wasn’t certain of at first. Instantly, I recognized that Lila smelled like sex.
My hand came up to remove the blanket from her legs and I heard her sigh. Her hand wrapped into my hair, tugging gently, and I took it as a sign to continue moving down her body. Her legs opened slightly and my nose dragged closer to my destination.
“You smell sexy, Lila.”
She sighed again and a choked sound followed. My eyes glanced up to discover hers were closed. Her head leaned back and her lips parted. I dragged my nose across her damp panties, inhaling her sweetness.
“You want me?” I breathed against her, knowing she was wet and ready for me under the cotton. I couldn’t believe it. Lila gave no hint that she was attracted me. She was well aware that I was continually turned on around her, but she gave me no indication that she could be attracted to me. Unless…
“We’re friends, right, Lila?” I said, a bit of curiosity in my voice.
She sighed again and I blew a breath onto her. Her arousal was heady, and I was intoxicated by her.
“We could be friends. Together. It would be a good distraction.” I kissed her over the cotton and I felt her sit upright. She looked drugged; her eyes glassy and confused.
“I can’t,” she said on a choke.
“What?” I softly groaned.
“I…I can’t do this with you.”
“Lila, I didn’t mean…”
She was pushing back into the corner of the couch, forcing me to sit upright. She grabbed the blanket off the floor to cover her, but then decided to stand.
“I can’t compete with ghosts, Lansing.”
“Lila, it’s not like…”
“I know all about ghosts…and I can’t fight them whether dead…or alive,” Lila added, as she held the blanket before her legs like a shield and quickly turned to leave me stunned on the couch.
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Don’t miss the rest of the series:
The Legend of Arturo King (Legendary Rock Stars #1)
The Quest of Perkins Vale (Legendary Rock Stars #3)
The Truth of Tristan Lyons (Legendary Rock Stars #4)
The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance (Legendary Rock Stars #5)
L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and the upcoming Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.