This is the story about a famous boy band singer and a teacher he had in high school reconnecting a few years down the road. Law is a high school senior when he finds out he and his friends have signed a major recording contract. He goes to tell his teacher, Byron, who he considers a friend, and Law makes a pass at Byron. Byron doesn't reciprocate and each guy goes on with their lives.
This book started out immediately shaky for me because I'm not fond of the student/teacher trope when one is still in high school. It creeps me out. Nothing besides a kiss happens and Law was 18 years old but still it's a "Nope" situation for me. I could have put this behind me if the book would have gotten better but it didn't. First off, the author couldn't let the age difference go. Multiple times in the book (20x--I counted) the author refers to the guys as the "younger man" and the "older man". There is also a lot of Byron thinking about the band members as "kids". And there is one scene where they sit around reminiscing about the good old days. Too bad those days were when one MC was in high school.
Even if I didn't have an issue with the way the age difference was portrayed I still would have had issues with this book. There were a bunch of scenarios that didn't make sense. Even though they knew each other in the past it was essentially an insta-love story, the sex scenes were awkward and not much happens in the story but a giant drama and angst fest and then we're to the epilogue where everything is wrapped up nice and neatly. I felt no connection between the two and there was no relationship or story development.
On a positive note this was the third book in a series and it worked fine as a stand alone. I had no trouble following along or understanding who the other characters were. Unfortunately this didn't work for me on many levels.
Being in the internationally successful boy-band Right Time had been everything I had ever wanted and more. Well, except for one thing, or should I say one person? But I had long ago acknowledged that I couldn’t have both the life and the person and I should be happy with what I had. That worked until he showed up in my life again. And then nothing made sense.
For years I had pretended I didn’t care. Ignoring my feelings had become second nature to me. That was until my niece begged me to take her to see her favorite boy-band, Right Time, for her birthday, and I came face to face with him. In all fairness, she had no idea the can of worms she’d be opening. And to tell the truth, neither did I.