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293 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 6, 2023




❝You’re just…I can’t even describe it, Luca. I look at you, and it’s like I can breathe easily for the first time ever.❞
❝It’s you. Ever since that day in the lift. It’s always fucking you.❞
Nausea waged war with dizziness for my attention. ❝Wanna lie down.❞
Ollie muttered before shifting me in his arms. ❝I’ve got you, baby. Here, sit on my lap.❞
Numb, I let him move me like a puppet. Somehow we were on the floor, me straddling his lap. ❝Can’t feel my hands. Feet don’t work.❞
❝I’ve got you. It’s just us, Luca. You can let go.❞
«Ruin me? Fuck, Luca had the power to break me.»
I love Lark Taylor’s writing, but White Noise was missing a bit of oomph to make it a great read.
Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed Ollie and Luca’s story. It just felt a little incomplete.
I don’t feel we were given enough backstory of the characters. They had solid foundations for a lot of emotional depth and angst, but I felt only a glimpse of all that could’ve been.
We get a peak of both of them struggling with different issues, but don’t get much more than that.
And I wanted more. There was so much more to unveil.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, it wasn’t… angsty enough?
Sure, there was some drama, the classic 3rd act breakup, the villain no one expected to be a dick (but we all knew of course). It was all resolved too quickly.
All that drama managed only to piss me the fuck off —
yes, I was screaming at my kindle. We all do it.
I feel like I’m rambling at this point, but TL;DR it wasn’t enough. Good, but not great.
Side note: the cameo of my favorite demons was amazing, I love easter eggs and cameos.
Other side note: I’m definitely looking forward to Arlo and Jack’s story, because I also love bodyguard romances.
CW and tropes(spoilers):
- Rockstar/lead singer vs journalist
- Queer awakening
- MC with panic attacks
- Forced proximity
- Cheating (not between MCs)
- Vers MCs
He was performing for me. Despite everyone watching, I was the one he gave all his attention to. The one he didn’t take his eyes off. That kind of attention was dangerous to someone like me. I’d lived my life surviving on the barest scraps. What Luca was offering was a full five-course meal.
“Because you saw me,” he said honestly. “There you were, your life in tatters, and yet you helped me. You didn’t judge me. Didn’t treat me differently. For the first time in years, someone didn’t look at me and wonder how they could play my fame to their advantage. You weren’t hoping for a story to tell. You didn’t judge me for having an anxiety attack, just talked me through it before offering me a very private part of yourself.”
Even with the end we’d had to the day…I was happy. Luca was in my arms. The world was shut away. And I was happy.
But I loved him. I loved being in his space. Watching him cook us Italian food and then snuggling in front of Air Crash Investigation.