Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Release Blitz Review: Invitation to the Blues by Roan Parrish

Invitation to the Blues
(Small Change #2)
by Roan Parrish
Release Date: March 28, 2018
Genre: M/M Romance

Eight months ago Jude Lucen fled his partner, his career, and a hospital in Boston after a suicide attempt. Now back in Philadelphia, he feels like a complete failure. Piano has always been his passion and his only escape. Without it, he has nothing. Well, nothing except a pathetic crush on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen.

Faron Locklear came to Philly looking for a fresh start and has thrown himself into tattooing at Small Change. He’s only met Jude a few times, but something about the red-haired man with the haunted eyes calls to him. Faron is blown away by Jude’s talent. What he isn’t expecting is the electricity he feels the first time they kiss—and the way Jude’s needs in bed speak directly to his own deepest desires.

Jude and Faron fall fast and hard, but Jude has spent a lifetime learning that he can’t be what the people he loves need. So when the opportunity arises to renew his career in Boston, he thinks he has to choose: music, or Faron? Only by taking a huge risk—and finally believing he’s worthy of love just as he is—can he have the chance for both.

The Small Change series is set in the Middle of Somewhere universe and features crossover characters from that series. Each book can be read on its own.

Content warning: This book contains explicit discussion of depression, anxiety, attempted suicide, and feelings of worthlessness.

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This is a slow burn romance between Jude, a depressed pianist and Faron, a tattoo artist. Jude is in his mid-thirties and his life is still a mess. He left his asshole boyfriend and his job in a symphony to head back to his hometown where he reunites with his family and met Faron. I have read some stories about depressed hero before, which is much more angsty and sad compared to Jude. From Jude's state of mind from his POV, I don't feel all doom and gloom. He is self-deprecating with a hint of sarcasm, which make this a less heavy read. 

Faron is quite a swoon-worthy hero, he is so patient and understanding with Jude. He seems perfect in every way that I was looking for some flaws just to make sure this guy is real. Of course, he is not. As I said, the romance is slow burn and the plot focus more on their day to day life getting to know each other and connecting on an emotional level. Most of the things they did are pretty mundane. I would say their interaction is very touching, emotional and sensual, but lacking in excitement and drama. We did, however, get some drama towards the end, which finally invokes some much-needed blood pressure in me.

My problem with Faron was that he was stunning. 
He was tall and taut, with broad shoulders and an elegant neck. His tawny brown skin was flawless and he had dreamy, gray-brown eyes that always seemed to focus on something in a plane beyond this one. His riot of corkscrew curls was sometimes loose, but today was caught up in a topknot. It had been bleached nearly white when I first met him and was now growing out. His cheekbones were high and broad, casting shadows that made him look like he was candlelit from every angle. His mouth was lush and full, and his rare smiles turned his chiseled beauty to a warmth so engaging that you didn’t ever want him to look away from you.
His beauty was a problem because it made me want him and I hated wanting anything. Desire was the beginning of disappointment.
It wasn’t just his looks, though. I could’ve handled that. I’d known a lot of beautiful people. 
No, it was everything. 
He was graceful and forceful at the same time. His focus was intense, whether it was on the things that only he saw or on whoever he was listening to. And he made me feel calm—as if he held the whole world in his hands and slowed it down or sped it up to whatever speed I was going. 
It was intoxicating: a promise of peace as long as I was in his presence. 
A hope.
And hope was even worse than desire.

Roan Parrish lives in Philadelphia, where she is gradually attempting to write love stories in every genre.
When not writing, she can usually be found cutting her friends’ hair, meandering through whatever city she’s in while listening to torch songs and melodic death metal, or cooking overly elaborate meals. She loves bonfires, winter beaches, minor chord harmonies, and self-tattooing. One time she may or may not have baked a six-layer chocolate cake and then thrown it out the window in a fit of pique.

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