Don’t judge me. I know you want to, but let’s get some facts straight in my defense.
1. I love Arturo King
2. Arturo left me behind.
3. I was lonely.
4. Lansing was an old friend.
5. I love Arturo King.
The slap heard around the world
Rock God and Chivalrous Lover, Arturo King, has returned from his self-imposed exiled from Camelot. He was spotted at the Round Table with an impromptu performance with his band, THE NIGHTS
His on-again/off-again girlfriend/fiancée may not be so happy with his return. How does she greets him: A kiss and “where the fuck have you been” slap across the face.
Love triangle ~ Secret/Forbidden Love ~ Destruction caused by Love ~ Betrayal
The latest installment of the Legendary Rock Series has it all
An epic conclusion to an epic love affair. My 5 KINKS Review
I could not wait to read Guinevere’s side of the story. There is always three sides. I leave you with the suggestion to read and judge for yourself.
This is Guinevere’s confession and explanation regarding her relationship with Arturo and Lansing.
I will begin with this: I was not happy with Guinevere. She was too judgmental toward Arturo. Yes, he left and return a broken man. But his disappearance was not because he wanted to leave. It was because of circumstances beyond his control.
The author let the mystery of Arturo’s disappearance dangle throughout the series. From the aftermath in Book #1, she illustrated how THE NIGHTS coped and moved forward with their lives without their leader. In his absence, Lansing, Tristan and Perkins have found love and families. The things Arturo was planning with his future wife/queen Guinevere.
While he was suffering with depression and recover with Ana’s help, Guinevere was dealing with the despair that Arturo left her behind. She seeks out the comfort of friends and as always its Lansing who is left rescuing the damsel in distress ~ our NIGHT in shining armor. His desire to save the fair maiden becomes the basis of the love triangle.
Arturo’s foster brother, Kaye, decides to promote the return of Arturo with the announcement of a new world tour: THE FUTURE. The actually tour that did not take place last year because of Arturo’s accident How can Arturo re-unite and build his relationship back with Guinevere if he is gallivanting around the world?
Both Arturo and Guinevere have lost so much. It’s going to take forgiveness, time and patience for them to find themselves back to each other. It’s not from the lack of Arturo trying to mend their broken relationship. He still believes Guinevere is his one and future love and he is doing whatever possible to get her back.
In closing, I am not an expert on the tales of King Arthur. I do not need to be an expert. However, this rock star series gives me a damn good cliff notes version. While Guinevere provides the love and romance to the story, his half-sister Ana and their son, Morte, adds a dark side with destruction.
Reading this book for the love of rock star romance drives me to read the literary classic. When the author prompts you to return to class, you say to her “Thank you for making me smart again.”
Who knows, I may win $100,000 on Jeopardy because I know the following:
Question: My half-sister name is Morgana Le Faye.
Answer: Who is King Arthur?
This book was gifted to me by the author in exchange for an honest review.
If I ever wondered what the pits of hell felt like, I sensed my current position was similar to being in the fiery depths. The orange-yellow glow danced before me; blinding me to the man I knew was on the other side of the flames. His face was melting, fading in the fumes that surrounded and flowed from the heat. I sensed the wooden walls of the barn structure were crackling and eventually would crumble, but I continued to stand as if frozen. There would be no chance to freeze under the circumstances. If anything, I should be melting slowly to form a puddle on the floor. My skin felt as if it would peel off of me, one droplet of sweat at a time.
The blaze started in an attempt to gain Arturo’s attention. The boy wanted to impress his father: a rock god who stubbornly ignored his son, as he had done over a year ago in this same barn. The Barn. The place of inspiration for Arturo King and his band, The Nights. The place where they performed their magic through music. The place that marked where history was made.
I continued to stare through the flames that separated us. I could see that his lips were moving; calling or shouting out to me, but I couldn’t hear over the roar of the fire. His face was warped in my vision, drifting with the bright light that framed his head filled with dark waves and a jaw covered thicker than before. His brown eyes looked black as they stared back at me. I was trapped. The flames formed a wall between me and my beloved; a man I loved more than anyone. A man who I hurt more than I ever intended. A man who hurt me with his mysterious disappearance and lack of communication.
I didn’t move. Allowing the heat to consume me, I decided this might be my fate. Death by fire was how the adulteress was punished in ancient times. Of course, in romance novels a hero comes to the aid of the persecuted. My mind flashed to another man. He had been a hero to a little girl trapped within a burning building. He had been my hero, as well, when I was kidnapped in a drugged induced haze. He was someone I should not have been thinking of.
I continued to watch the movement of Arturo’s mouth. The roar of the flames was all that I heard. It made music to my ears, drowning out the accusations.
How could I do it? How could I be with another man?
The world seemed to stop as I struggled to give my answers. In contrast, it came alive in an orange glow that spread rapidly along the old wooden floor. My back was now against the warmth of the stones behind me. It was almost like I imagined a brick oven would feel. The ancient fieldstones were absorbing the heat and reflecting it back within the cramped space. Wood crackled above my head. The ripping sound only assured me that my end was eminent. The walls were catching and the barn was doomed to collapse.
Suddenly, I heard my name. The voice that screamed to me was clear, familiar, and not the voice that should have called for me.
“Guinie, turn around and reach up your hand,” he shouted down to me. It was like an angel spoke to me from the heavens. I couldn’t break my gaze on Arturo, but he was gesturing above me. His expression showed he clearly recognized who was over me, who was calling me. His eyes found mine through the flames and he nodded once. Then he looked away and I quickly spun reaching upward blindly. My eyes were dry, boiled orbs within their sockets. The smoke so thick, I confused it for fog. Stretching, my fingers connected with those reaching down for me. One hand was clasped, the opposite wrist encircled, and up I went into the freshness of the cool summer afternoon air. The scent of pine and lake water burned my smoke encrusted nose and I gasped for more oxygen. It was like I’d been drowning. A brief sensation I’d had a year ago in the water of that lake below.
My mind was clouded, but a passing image flashed of Arturo and me spinning in the blue water. He’d kissed me for the first time on that day then rolled us off the boat into the water in distraction. We were playful then. Not today. I heard his voice ringing in my head; his words enflamed with his bitterness.
How could I do it? Didn’t I love him? I balanced on hands and knees in the dry earth near the burning barn. My throat was hoarse from gassy fumes and screams. I called out his name one more time, and then the inevitable happened. The wooden structure collapsed.
L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he’d be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials fo Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.