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.
Review by Ashley
I have been captivated by this series since the beginning. I've loved getting to know all of the characters as they take their journey through the battlefield that is love. But no one's journey quite compares to Tristan's. I had no idea the Heartbreaker's story was so full of anguish. If you've been following the series then you'll be happy to know that this books timeline doesn't overlap like the previous two.
The men who make up The Nights are so different yet very similar. They all love fiercely and give all of themselves to who and what they love. And Tristan is no exception. His life has been hard due to circumstances beyond his control. While he was taking some time for himself, the last thing he expected was to find the beauty who would change his life. Ireland is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. That's saying a lot since she is world renowned model. I loved her kindness and giving heart. Her situation is less than ideal (and that is putting it mildly).
I loved the progression of their relationship. Once they got over their hostility and fear that the other would play spoiler, they formed a real bond. Through his lessons, Tristan really brought out another side to Ireland, one she didn't even know existed within herself. He gave her strength and confidence in who she really was, not just the persona she was for the rest of the world. In return, Ireland let Tristan purge his soul through his music. He became himself again, not the shell he had been since everything that happened with Arturo. When Tristan learns just how bizarre Ireland's situation is and how he is tangled up in this mess he is, he tries to find a way out of it for Ireland. My heart ached for both of them. They so clearly wanted to be together and everything and everyone in their world was conspiring against that happening. Even themselves. While I understood their devotion to their families, I didn't understand how they would willingly make themselves miserable. AND that their "loved ones" would want that for them.
WOW! The Truth of Tristan Lyons took me for quite a ride. I loved every turn for strange that it took. I loved reading the afterward and seeing just how much time and effort LB Dunbar put into researching this character and his story (the original) and how she adapted it into the magnificently complex tale that I read here. And I really liked seeing the band come together for the first time in what seems like forever. Oh and that little surprise towards the end had me both happy, shocked and stunned silent. I absolutely can not wait for the next and last book in this series!
About L.B. Dunbar
I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?
As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.
I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.
So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.
I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.
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