There’s something special about JD Hawkins’s writing and it all comes shining through in “Brando,” his third effort. I’ll attempt to explain what that is.
We met the title character, Brando Nash in Hawkins’s debut, “Insatiable” – which if you haven’t read, you really must – as Jax’s best friend. You don’t need to have read “Insatiable” to read “Brando,” although if you did, you might be predisposed to love the bigger-than-life Italian from Brooklyn, with the body of a God, however you might wonder about his back story, which is barely hinted at. Like Jax, Brando’s got arrogance, swagger, and goes through women like they are miles on a roadtrip.
That’s a pretty bad metaphor. Hawkins is a master of them, and they are a consistent and unique stylistic quirk of his writing.
Brando is a music executive in Hollywood, the land of appearances, using people for your own gain, and where real talent may get overlooked for flash. This atmosphere is portrayed really well, and could lead the reader to wonder whether Brando’s intentions toward the female lead are true. The thing is, we know immediately that his intentions aren’t true, because Brando takes up a rival music executive on a bet: make the mousy, quiet girl on stage a star in a month, and Brando gets back Lexi Dark, a mega-star with whom he had a long history. Fail to chart a single in a month, and Brando loses an act from his musical roster, ten thousand dollars, and damage to his reputation and credibility, which matters a whole lot in a business based on what other people think of you. Game on.
Haley is a singer, who is nothing like Brando’s usual type of bombshells. In fact, when Brando first sees her, she barely registers. No idiot, she trusts Brando about as far as she can throw him, and it takes quite a bit of charm and sincerity on his part for her to agree to record a single, get a stylist, and do the other activities required for signing a new star.
But the thing is, she doesn’t sign. They operate on trust. And little by little, they start to fall for each other beyond what they can get out of each other, meaning success in the music business.
And this is why Hawkins is special. Beneath the strutting of his male characters is a sweetness and a vulnerability. Yeah, Brando knows he’s hot and exploits it. But there is a soft side underneath that bluster that makes us fall for him. If he was a prideful dude with a lot of chutzpah, and stayed that way, we wouldn’t care about him. But the fact that his shortcomings are exposed to the reader, shows the risks that the character makes in his decisions, and creates a rounded character you want to root for. Brando’s not perfect. He makes mistakes and assumptions.
Oh, and the sex is scorching hot.
I have an unofficial rule that in a romance novel, a character must be naked, or at least kissed by Chapter One. This book satisfied that rule by Brando’s encounter with a hot yoga teacher at the gym in the prologue. Without giving too much away, the sex continues to be on fire, as the book progresses.
It’s not all sex, of course. There’s a story here. My favorite scene in the book is a cute one: when Haley and Brando film her music video, on the cheap, with them just going to the beach and around town, acting natural and having fun. That’s a good way to describe this book, too: it’s natural and fun.
The writing of the book is fast and efficient and all in the present tense, making everything very immediate. There’s nothing in here that doesn’t need to be here. In fact, the only complaint is that there needs to be more, which we are getting in part two.
I loved it. More, please.