Title: All Note Long (Perfect Harmony, #3)
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Lyrical Shine
Release Date: August 2, 2016
Page Length: 320 pages
Reviewed by: Renée
Heat Level: 3.5 flames out of 5
Rating: 2.8 stars out of 5
Giving true love a spin . . .
Michelin Moses is a country music star on the rise. With a hit single under his Texas-sized belt buckle and a sold-out concert tour underway, his childhood dreams of making it big are finally coming true. But there’s one thing missing—a promise to his dying mother that he’d find it—him—when the time was right. With a little luck, he won’t have to wait too long . . .
Lucky Ramirez is a hunky boy toy who dances at The Broom Closet, one of West Hollywood’s hottest gay bars. He loves what he does, and he’s good at it—almost as good as he is at playing dumb when he spots Michelin Moses at the bar. What happens next is off the charts—and keeps Michelin coming back for more. He’s just not sure it’s the right move for his career. But if Lucky gets his way, Michelin will get Lucky—and no matter how the media spins it, neither of them will be faking it . . .
Sigh. I don’t know. I just got so fed up with Michelin. I couldn’t stop picturing tires, first of all. That name…
Michelin was such a likable guy in the last book. I couldn’t wait for his story. And then his story came. Be careful what you wish for.
I love this author. I love her writing style. So it wasn’t that. It was all Michelin. He was so needy and fickle. It annoyed the ever-lovin crap out of me.
He meets Lucky at a club where his friends from Book 2 are celebrating. Lucky is a professional dancer. To supplement his income when he can’t find the type of dancing jobs he loves, he go-go dances at this club. Michelin is so deep in the closet (country singer) that he can’t see the crack of light at the bottom of the door. He is outed in a really spectacular fashion while at said club with Lucky. So he and Lucky are thrown in the shitstorm together.
Apparently Michelin’s “love language” is praise. Ok…..I can appreciate that. To an extent. But this was so far beyond tickling my gag reflex, GR friends. I just wanted to continually vomit after a while. Michelin lost his balls somewhere along the way here. Just no.
And he was outed, did I mention that earlier? I think I did. Yep. Sure did. But he still doesn’t know what he wants. Maybe he can really “be” out. Maybe he can’t. He doesn’t fucking know. I was just done with him.
Despite the great writing, I just couldn’t grow to like it. Lucky saved the day. I loved him. But Michelin, the tire man? Glad to see the back of him.