Title: The Truth of Tristan Lyons
Series: Legendary Rock Stars #4
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2015
I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful.
I need a break. I want to be alone. I’m not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I’m not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she’s here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren’t they?
Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie.
With each new book in the Legendary Rock Stars series, I find myself saying that it was the best one yet and L.B. Dunbar did not disappoint me. She has once again raised the bar with The Truth of Tristan Lyons. I adored the initial setting of Tristan and Ireland’s first encounter and the way in which it allowed their chemistry and undeniable connection to really spark. Tristan was always a flirt and a good friend, but much of who he really was remained a mystery in the previous books so I wasn’t sure what to expect in this book. I found myself falling fast and hard for this rock star as we got to know him in a whole new way. The mystery of what happened to Arturo and the smaller happenings of the story continued to play out in a manner that was both pleasantly surprising and emotionally charged, keeping me hooked on this great series.
“She was my sun and I was the sand. I was drifting, and she was lighting the way for my travel out of the darkness. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to let her go.”
Tristan and Ireland were both distinct characters that you could relate to and root for. L.B. has done a fantastic job developing both of them over the course of this novel, allowing me to fully invest myself in their journey. Tristan unraveled in unexpected ways, exposing his demons, insecurities, and vulnerabilities to the reader and allowing us to connect with him on an emotional level. Ireland is definitely a great addition to the female characters in this series, demonstrating a strength and kindness that was breathtaking. Tristan and Ireland both harbor substantial secrets, in defense of which they close themselves off from the world. Their shared stubbornness and biting wit ensured a story that was bursting with sarcastic banter, tension-filled confrontations, and the occasional awkward moment. The spark sizzling between these two was uncontrollable, inevitably combusting in all the right ways.
“Lesson Three. Heartbreak is inevitable when your heart is full of love for someone who doesn’t love you back.”
L.B. Dunbar has a magical way of intertwining the histories of her characters. As we learn about Ireland and Tristan’s pasts L.B. places small details throughout their histories that later tie together to reveal an unexpected connection. The way in which these characters were able to lean on each other and the development of their relationship in the harsh light of reality really gave them something deep and true. Their impact on one another was significant lending way to the feeling that these two were unquestionably fated. The plot continues to hold me captive in this latest addition to the series. While some pieces fell into place, those that are missing raise more questions than ever. L.B. Dunbar certainly surprised me with a few twists and turns that caught me completely off guard. I’m desperate for the last book in the series, awaiting the outcomes of all of our couples. The Truth of Tristan Lyons was everything I’d hoped it would be: enchanting, steamy, suspenseful, and utterly addictive!
I wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn’t care who she was. I wanted to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes. They knew no shame.
“Hey,” I said grabbing her upper arm. “How did you get in here?”
She seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.
With her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and catch her breath.
Standing up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious looking pink lips.
“Who the fuck are you?” she growled.
“Who the fuck, are you?” I returned.
“You know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”
I began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at me quizzically, leaning away from me.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Did you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?”
“Okay, I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am?”
I stopped, still holding firmly to her arm. Something in her voice sounded like she was being serious.
She blinked, confusion clearly on her face. I was thoughtful for a moment. It was the innocence in her blue eyes, and the fact she looked like she might cry. Something wasn’t right with this scenario.
“Trist – an,” I said slowly, as if she had some type of hearing impairment.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Country,” she answered so quickly, she didn’t even blink an eye or stop for thought. On top of that, she said it in such a way that showed she was thoroughly confused, and almost disgusted with me, for even asking such a ridiculous question. She wrinkled her nose.
“Look, I know the owner, and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I know the owner,” I repeated, “and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not leaving,” she said, pulling at her own arm again and sticking out a hand to press against my chest as leverage. I had tugged my shirt off at some point while I was passed out, and her warm hand felt good on my air-conditioned cool skin. Her hand was tiny, I noticed. All of her was thin.
“I’m supposed to be here. Alone,” I emphasized again.
She didn’t respond, so I added, “I think I’ll just call the owner myself, to see where the mix up is.”
“No,” she blurted, stopping in her physical struggle against me. Her eyes opened even wider, if that was possible, and her face was suddenly full of something I couldn’t read. Her blue eyes brightened in a frightening sort of way. Was that fear? Good, she should be afraid.
“Please. I swear. I’m allowed to be here. You don’t need to call Isa.”
She had me. I didn’t really know who Isa was, and the girl sounded confident enough that I let her call my bluff.
“If there is a mistake, and you were scheduled to stay as well, I won’t complain. As a matter of fact, I won’t even be in your way. You won’t even know I’m here. I plan to keep to myself.” Her eyes were glassy, and again I worried she was about to cry.
I released her arm and she pulled it back quickly. She fisted the hand of that arm, holding it against her chest. She began rubbing her upper arm with the opposite hand. I noticed again that she was thin, as were her breasts. I didn’t care for small chested girls. I didn’t care for her.
“Well, I’m Tristan, whom you claim to not know, and you are?”
I shook my head.
“So this is how we’re going to play it? Fine, my Irish Isle. What are you doing in the Caymans?”
She looked at me for a moment, then leaned toward me and sniffed. She held the disgusted expression on her face and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back.
“Probably the same thing as you.”
“Drinking myself into oblivion?” I laughed, crossing my arms over my bare chest defensively.
“Hiding,” she replied.
The Truth of Tristan Lyons excerpt © L.B. Dunbar
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Don’t miss the rest of the series:
The Legend of Arturo King (Legendary Rock Stars #1)
The Story of Lansing Lotte (Legendary Rock Stars #2)
The Quest of Perkins Vale (Legendary Rock Stars #3)
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.