Sessions by Rochelle Allison

Official Description:

sparks, serenades, sexy smiles…sessions.

If you’re looking for a little something to brighten your day, you should definitely give “Sessions” by Rochelle Allison a read. It’s pure sweetness and fluff and intense crushes and wonderfulness. Oh, and her Edward is oh-so-fucking-dreamy as well. Not only is he sweet and charming, he’s confident and cocky, but not a cock. And hot-damn he makes the girly-bits tingle.

Through Bella’s character, Rochelle manages to capture the essence of infatuation that we’ve all experienced when we find that guy (or girl) who just makes our bodies hum with want, and the desire to get to know them better.

Bella, who has a reputation among her circle of friends of only dating musicians and is currently dating Embry, the band’s drummer, finds herself completely hooked on Edward, lead guitarist in their band. Edward has his own love ‘em and leave ‘em reputation amongst the band and their groupies, until Bella comes along… The attraction between the two is undeniable, especially to poor Embry.

The sexual tension is thick as these two are first thrown together and I don’t know how she does it, but she makes touching pinkies, something so sweet and innocent, into a very erotic yet tender moment. One thing that I really love, is that though the attraction is electric and exciting, she doesn’t throw them right into bed together, further showcasing that Edward sees Bella differently than just another groupie. There’s a slow burn as their feelings develop and we’re left with passionate kisses, gentle touches, and whispers of sweet nothings that leave us flying high.

There is so much more to this story and to the characters, but I don’t want to give it all away, so you’ll just have to read for yourselves! At the time of this review this story is not yet complete, but is updated everyday usually twice a day. I’m really looking forward to seeing how their relationship progresses and I will enjoy the fluffy, feel-good times along the way.

Still not convinced you should read this fic? Check out this little excerpt:

His kisses were so slow, like we had all the time in the world. He pressed me tighter still, pulling me so that I was totally leaning against him, off balance in more ways than one.

Easing away, he ran his tongue across my ear before sucking the very edge into his mouth.

I shivered like I’d been electrocuted.

“Can you sing?” he whispered, so low and right in my ear.

“No,” I breathed.

Flattening his hands on the bare skin of my back, he slipped his fingertips lower so that they grazed the elastic on my underwear. Again I heard the smile in his voice. “I bet I can make you.”

Come ON! If that doesn’t make you want to tear into this story, then I don’t know what will…

Go read what wisdomous quoted again. Did you do it? Tell me that doesn’t make you want to read this RTFN. If you aren’t already familiar with the brilliance that is Rochelle Allison, you’re missing out. Severely. Between Volition, Starry Eyed Inside, With or Without You, Oceanic, Curtains and everything else, Sessions is just as wonderful. Likable Bella… swoonworthy Edward, and beautiful words.

What more can you ask for?

No one tells a story like Rochelle Allison does. Magnificent doesn’t even begin to cover it. She brings you from flying-high-giddy-happiness to punch-you-in-the-gut-heartichokey faster than you can bat your eyelashes.

Sessions is one of those feel-good stories. It gives me butterflies while I read it. It’s authentic. Bella is fuckawesomely cool. Edward is totally swoonworthy amazing. Oh, and it’s scorchingly hot.

His eyes lit up when he saw me and all I could think of was his mouth and my mouth and how quickly we could make that happen again.

“Hey you. What are you doing here?”

He smirked, rising. “What do you think I’m doing here?”

Angela jumped up, embarrassed. “Uh, hey Bella. We just …you were getting lunch… hey is that mine?” She snatched the bag away and disappeared, Emmy right behind her.

“Charmer,” I muttered, giving Edward a dirty look.

“Whatever,” he said, standing close enough to touch but not to kiss. “When do you get off?”

I grinned, wondering if he knew how dirty his question could be taken.

He came closer, running the tip of his finger down my décolletage. “Not how do you get off…” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I already know that.”

I shut my eyes, feeling the muscles deep inside of me clench really tight.

I could almost feel him there already.

“When. When do you get off of work?”

“Five,” I breathed, like the sex-starved strumpet I was.

He backed up so we could converse a little more appropriately. “How are you getting home?”

“I drove.”

“I’ll meet you at your house. I have to see you tonight.”

Trust. You want to get in on this fic.

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