Thursday, February 20, 2014

Tyler & Stella by Heidi Joy Tretheway: Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

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Title: Tyler & Stella (Tattoo Thief, #2)

Author: Heidi Joy Tretheway

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 20 2014

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Stella Ramsey always says bad boys can’t break your heart. They don’t call, don’t cuddle and don’t send flowers—but what do you expect? For Stella, no strings means no regrets.

When the biggest story of her fledgling career as a music journalist nearly ruins her relationship with her best friend, Stella has one chance to redeem herself. Tyler Walsh could be that chance.

Stella promises the bassist for the rock band Tattoo Thief anything in exchange for behind-the-scenes access. But Tyler doesn’t want anything. He wants everything—and that’s more than Stella is prepared to give.

When Tyler’s explosive secret thrusts Stella into the media spotlight, she must choose between the selling the story and telling the truth—and exposing the truth about herself as well.

Tyler & Stella (Tattoo Thief #2) is a sizzling story of lust, lies, and sacrifice, revealing how much love can forgive.


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Becs’ Review


Tyler & Stella is book two in Heidi Joy Tretheway’s Tattoo Thief series. It works perfectly well as a standalone.  Something that happens in the first book plays an important role in this book but it’s fully explained in the early pages of Tyler & Stella.


If you’ve already read Tattoo Thief, like me, you’re probably not very enamoured of Stella.  I knew that she was going to be a hard act to sell after the first book – after all she constantly let her best friend down and then completely betrayed her and sold her out and almost destroyed her relationship with Gavin, lead singer of Tattoo Thief.  Stella, at first appearances, is NOT one of the good guys!


And, I will say, it did take me a long time to warm up to her.  She’s ambitious, fairly sexually aggressive, hard-drinking and has a bit of a tough exterior – it’s hard to find anything warm about her really.  But, if you look hard, underneath that brash exterior is a softer centre but it’s well hidden.


In contrast, Tyler at first appearances, seems to be a hard-edged, devil-may-care bad boy rockstar.  He’s absolutely gorgeous and flirts fairly outrageously Stella in the early scenes – he appears to be living the rockstar dream.  BUT, nothing could be further from the truth.  He’s really quite a sensitive soul.  Tyler has always been tall but he was skinny and gangly and only started to muscle out that 6 foot two frame just as the band hit the big time.  After a lifetime of being shunned by girls, he’s suddenly been inundated with female attention, nearly all of it shallow, feckless and far, FAR too easy.  Tyler is looking for something much deeper, much more meaningful and isn’t prepared to go for the casual hookup that Stella offers him up on a plate – he wants much more than that and is prepared to play the long game to get what he wants.  He’s prepared to fight for it!


Tyler touches my lips with his index finger to stop my rush of words, the same electric touch I felt in our first cab ride together. “Not like that. I let that get out of hand and that wasn’t fair. This is all kind of new to me. This attention. But I want you to fight all this negative shit that keeps you running away from me. Fight to stay.”


I enjoyed this second outing with the gorgeous men of Tattoo Thief – Heidi Joy Tretheway seems to specialise in peeling back the layers of bad boy rockstars to find the real man beneath and they’re all contrasts between their outward appearances, their tabloid personas and their actual personalities.  The real men beneath the bravado.  So far Gavin and Tyler have proved to be gentle souls, very deep and with a lot of love to give and it’s great to catch up with Gavin and Beryl and see them so happy now.


Tyler and Stella give them a run for their money in the angst factor in this one as Stella has a lot to learn, a whole lot of behavior patterns and coping mechanisms to unlearn and all the time, Tyler patiently waits for the right time to push their relationship to the next level.  He holds out, much to Stella’s frustration, for the longest time.  There’s a fair few obstacles for these two to overcome with some shocks and drama to deal with and this turned out to be a real page turner.


We’re introduced to Violet who is to take centre stage in the next book along with Jayce who really does appear to be the epitome of a manwhore rockstar and I can’t wait to see how that one works out.


So, another great new adult rockstar romance from Heidi Joy Tretheway and if you liked Tattoo Thief, I think you’ll also love Tyler & Stella.


4 stars




Series Reading Order

  1. Tattoo Thief
  2. Tyler & Stella
  3. TBC – Violet and Jayce’s story



First Kiss

Setup: After selling a story that nearly ruins her relationship with her best friend, Stella has to make it right without risking her job as a music reporter. Tattoo Thief’s bassist, Tyler, offers Stella that chance—an exclusive interview in his loft, which doubles as the band’s practice space. But throughout the interview, Tyler’s teasing touches are as confusing as they are enticing.

I can’t tell whether we’re in the Friend Zone or if it’s something else. He keeps touching me, but it isn’t the lusty grope I’m expecting. He’s just … touching, and as he massages my feet, I find myself more and more attuned to his frequency.

I want him. I want to feel his hands on me beyond my feet—oh, God, does he have a foot fetish? But then, would that mean he’s into me?

My resolve to keep this journalist-to-musician interview platonic has drowned in vodka and I’m sure I have enough notes to form a cohesive story tomorrow.

I pull my feet from Tyler’s hands and scoot on my knees over to where Tyler sits on the couch.

“That felt fantastic,” I purr, and I throw one knee across his lap to straddle him. My dress stretches higher on my thighs and I plant my hands on his shoulders. Tyler stills and I try to read his expression. “I don’t want you to stop.”

I don’t just mean the foot rub. I stretch my neck forward to bring my face close to his and I hear his breathing shallow. I know I have an effect on him and I move even more slowly, savoring it.

But why isn’t he responding? Instead of running his hands up the back of my thighs or grabbing my ass, his hands are still on the couch, motionless on either side of my legs.

I ignore Tyler’s hesitation and bring my lips closer to his, smelling a little beer and maybe basil from our dinner. The tip of my nose touches his cheek and I pivot my mouth, reaching for his lips. They’re soft and yielding.

I press deeper into him, my tongue teasing the corners of his mouth, my breasts pressed to his chest. I hear a noise from his throat, maybe a groan, but he hesitates. I buck my hips and that’s the last straw—his hands are suddenly on me, sliding across my back and around my waist as he pulls me into a breathless kiss.

His lips are hot and hard on mine and I want to drink him in, devour him. But in the next moment, his hands have changed course and he’s pulling me away from his mouth.


“Stella. Hang on here.”

I can see Tyler fighting for control and I’m struggling to breathe normally too. I’m in his lap, his arms were around me and I can feel his erection pressing against my very damp panties.

He shouldn’t be pushing pause right now when every sign points to play. Or fast forward! Even slow-mo, if that’s his style. But pause?

“Stop,” he commands. My hips are still moving against him of their own free will.

Oh, God. Stop. That’s the kiss of death.

“Seriously? Stop?” My face is flaming with humiliation and I climb off Tyler’s lap and grab my shoes, trying to shove them on my feet as fast as possible. “Whatever you say, Tyler. At least you made up your mind. You’ve been sending mixed signals all night.”

My voice says I’m angry with him, but I’m really just mad at myself. First I decided to keep it professional, just do the story after he’d offered me access. Then his touch lights me on fire and I throw that very sane plan out the window. Then I have two or three more shots to further fuck with my resolve.

And then, the foot rub. Tyler has a secret weapon.

So I’m angry because Tyler pushed me past my limits, even though I was the one who climbed into his lap. I started that kiss and he ended it. That should tell you everything you need to know, and it should tell me to leave him the hell alone.

Tyler’s face darkens and he’s mad that I’m mad.

“Mixed signals? I was giving you what you wanted, your story, so that you wouldn’t try to dig into Beryl and Gavin’s life and get something else on them. Something ugly.”

Tyler’s statement hits me like a slap in the face. “Is that what you think I’m about?” I hear my voice rise. “That I’m going to throw my best friend under the bus again?”

Tyler’s voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “You said it yourself: again. I did what I thought I should do to protect Gavin.”

My jaw goes slack, realizing Tyler was playing me to give me the story he wanted me to write, rather than the truth.

I stalk to the kitchen to grab my purse as angry tears slide down my face. That asshole really had me going. I turn to look at Tyler, who’s still seated on the couch, his hands buried in his hair.

“Have a nice life, Tyler,” I say, and I wish I could say something more cutting to make up for how embarrassed I feel. “I’d say it’s been fun, but I’d be lying.”

My trip down five flights of stairs is slow and painful as I limp in my stupid shoes and cling to the handrail. I snort up the snot in my nose from crying—I’m looking super attractive right now with a night’s worth of mascara sliding down my cheeks.

Damn him. I’ve been in plenty of compromising situations after getting frisky with a bad boy, but I can’t remember one quite so humiliating. I can’t remember a time when a bad boy turned me down.

He played me.

That’s the thought that sticks in my brain. I always say, “A bad boy can’t break your heart,” because with them, you’ve got no expectations. You don’t expect roses. You don’t expect to be wooed or complimented or spooned. You don’t expect to be called the next day or taken home to mother.

And that’s what kills me about Tyler. I assumed he was a bad boy, with his tattoos and devil-may-care rocker attitude. But then, somewhere along the line, I started to think he was good.

And it bit me in the ass.




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About The Author


heidi_500Heidi Joy lives in Happy Valley off Sunnyside Road. She swears she did not make that up.

Heidi’s obsessed with storytelling. Her career includes marketing, journalism, and a delicious few years as a food columnist. Media passes took her backstage with several rock bands, where she learned that sometimes a wardrobe malfunction is exactlywhat the rock star intends.

You’ll most often find Heidi Joy with her husband and two small kids cooking, fishing, exploring the Northwest, and building epic forts in their living room.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing Tyler & Stella! It was tough handling (punishing?) Stella for her betrayal but I love to see how bad girls can grow and change. I am working on Jayce & Violet's story now--can't wait to share it with you! xx