REVIEW: The Duet by R.S. Grey


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When 27-year-old pop sensation Brooklyn Heart steps in front of a microphone, her love songs enchant audiences worldwide. But when it comes to her own love life, the only spell she’s under is a dry one.

So when her label slots her for a Grammy performance with the sexy and soulful Jason Monroe, she can’t help but entertain certain fantasies… those in which her G-string gets more play than her guitars’.

Only one problem. Jason is a lyrical lone wolf that isn’t happy about sharing the stage—nor his ranch — with the sassy singer. But while it may seem like a song entitled ‘Jason Monroe Is an Arrogant Ho’ basically writes itself, their label and their millions of fans are expecting recording gold…

They’re expecting The Duet.



The M Lounge was the hippest and most discreet club in LA. If there was any hope of me locking down a one-night stand, M Lounge was the place to go.

“I can’t drink much tonight because I have that meeting with my record label in the morning,” I warned as we passed through the back entrance to the club and headed up a set of stairs that were used exclusively for the VIP level. Fun fact: one time I was going up those stairs when P. Diddy was coming down, and he totally touched my ass. Allegedly.

“Just to clarify: if you’re begging me for tequila shots at midnight, threatening to kill my first born if I don’t give them to you, I should still tell you no?” Cammie asked, just to ensure the boundaries were set. Better safe than sorry.

“That was one time and it was in Cabo,” I protested. “What else are you supposed to do in Cabo other than challenge a mariachi band to a tequila shot contest until the lead singer passes out beside a donkey?”

Cammie held up her hands and started listing off items. “I dunno— enjoy the beach, check out the museums and the culture—”

“That was a rhetorical question,” I interrupted as we made it to the top of the stairs.

As if by magic, the black curtain in front of us swept to the side, opening up an entire room of drunken debauchery before us. In one corner, a celebrity who shall remain nameless (we’ll call her Nennifer Janiston) was sucking face with a sexy man, and across the room two of the funniest women in comedy were doing body shots off of a waiter from the club.

“Welcome to the behind the scenes of Hollywood,” I whispered to Cammie.

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I absolutely loved the pants off of this book. I was so engrossed, enthralled, and excited (too many e-words?) reading this book that I stayed up way too late just to finish it all in one sitting. The humor in this book was refreshing and hilarious, sending me into laugh-out-loud giggles surely making me look loopy to everyone around me. But, it also sent me into fits of full-on swooning because it was HOT too. I seriously am close to speechless with how much I loved this book, but seeing as I’m giving a review, I’ll find some words! 😉

“Oh my God, if I hadn’t been wearing that ridiculous shirt and chewing glitter gum, that exit would have been so badass. Like, James Bond explosion badass.”

Brooklyn was such a refreshing heroine. She was crass, sassy, sarcastic, and real. And she was clumsy, and accident prone — while still making it totally believable and funny. She’s one of the top artists at her label, and she is strictly a solo artist, until the bomb is dropped in front of Jason in a meeting that the label is demanding a duet between them. She has no problem with it, really, but he… He is ademant against it. Rudely so. So Brooklyn sets out to prove him wrong because he obviously had the wrong impression of her. It surely didn’t help the way she met him for the first time in the meeting, and I’m still giggling thinking of it.

“‘Wish me luck. Maybe send out a search party in a few hours if we aren’t back,’ I said, only half joking. Seriously, there was about a 50% chance that I would annoy Jason enough to where he’d just leave me in the woods to fend for myself. I’d have to figure out how to drink my own pee and stuff. Nope. No, thank you. I’d rather be eaten by a leopard. Wait, we’re in Montana… so a mountain leopard? Whatever, something with sharp teeth.”

Jason is the brooding male singer, and he’s very cold-shouldered towards Brooklyn. But, he’s also full of angst, surprises, and passion. His fingers strum his guitar hypnotically, and there’s this thing just sitting between them constantly, that neither of them is admitting to. It’s a game of cat and mouse, without either participant realizing it. But how do they write a song when neither artist is willing to open up to each other? How do two people share ideas when they both are utterly irked by one another? So they decide to get to know one another a little bit better hoping that’ll open up their writing blocks.

“I’d never felt the clutter fall away quite as fast, or quite as easily, as it did when Jason and I played together.”

Even when things got heartbreaking, and it caused me to sob, there were still refreshing moments of humor where I was crying from heartbreak and still giggling. What a blubbering mess I probably looked like. And the humorous moments throughout the entire book weren’t where I’d maybe smile or quietly chuckle, it was moments of surprise that would catch me off guard, causing this hysterical bubble of laughter to fall from my mouth. It was amazing, and I highly, highly recommend this book to everyone. I can see myself reading it again and again.

“‘Breathe, Princess.'”

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I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way, I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things… everyday.

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors include Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I’m a comedy geek and love all things “funny”. Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.

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