Book review

Melody’s Key by Dallas Coryell, Book Review and Excerpt

Ever since I’ve read books by Lindsey Kelk and more recently by Helen Cox I enjoy reading Brit-American couplesMelody’s Key is a story where the lead characters, Tegan and Mason are from 2 different countries, cultures. The story is self published by the author, Dallas Coryell; who is an American himself. This is his debut novel but he’s also a musician and has a YouTube channel for his music which you should definitely check out. 

Melody’s Key

About the Book:

Title: Melody’s Key

Author& Publisher: Dallas Coryell

Published: June 2016

Format reviewed: eBook

Rating: 4/5

Story:

“His eyes settled on her…piercing green embers of flame that revealed the ferocity of his pain and passion, yet still shrouded him under veils of ever deepening mystery that made every ounce of her ache to unravel him.” 

Tegan Lockwood’s dreams were dead, sacrificed on the noble altar of duty before they ever had a chance to live. Her entire existence was disappearing into the abyss of apathy as she labored her days away keeping her family’s struggling business alive. There would be no emotion, no color, no beauty in her life. That is, until a mysterious visitor begins to draw her out of the darkness of her past towards something that will challenge the boundaries of her world, and unlock the most deeply held secrets of her heart.

My thoughts:

Melody’s Key the title has relevance, which is well portrayed, in the story and that’s a plus for me. Many times the titles and stories don’t immediately click when read and sometimes they just don’t make sense. So when the title and story make sense it’s a good start in my book. Tegan is an artist who gave up college to help her parents manage the sprawling estate hotel which is always in need of work and full with customers during the tourist season. Like any big, old sprawling yet crumbling family estate, Tegan’s family home has an attic filled with memories and souvenirs from the past. It is where Tegan, the artist finds her solace, calm and happy place. She also finds a few souvenirs she takes and on the way uncovers some of her family secrets too. 

Tegan is wary of love and isn’t on the lookout for love. She  works hard around the hotel estate and spends her free time either in the attic or getting drunk with her best friend. She tolerates the noisy hotel customers, drunken groups of single, too much fun loving tourists too. All the while keeping her head down, working and sometimes playing on the piano when no one’s around. She lives almost like a recluse in the midst of her loving family. 

Mason is pop star whose popularity may be his only enemy and the very thing which makes him seem like a bad boy mothers warn their daughters off. After the insane popularity and endless schmooizng of the media and label bigwigs, Mason is burnt out. He feels the artist in him struggle and wants to break free. Before he signs up again and hands over the reigns of his career once again he wants a break and on the studio’s dime heads to England. 

Mason, the hot  American pop star is lying low and wants some alone time which is why he’s checked into Tegan’s family estate hotel. While Tegan and family treat him as normal as possible for them Tegan finds herself falling for Mason. Together they work around the hotel, hangout, go clubbing and sneak in a few kisses as well. Soon, Mason’s past comes knocking and becomes a villain for the young lovers who are falling for each other by the minute. The drama propels them to some grand gestures, across the ocean trips and a happy conclusion. 

The story definitely follows the Romantic Comedy film formula. However there is the quite, falling for each other , getting to know one another part which makes for an engaging read. The characters are well rounded and it’s easy to keep up with them. The storyline flows nicely though a bit boring at times but then a drunken  fight or ex drama comes in and picks up the pace. All in all a decent read on a rainy day.  

Buy links: Kindle India

Here’s an excerpt to get you started:

 “It’s just an expression, I assume you have those in America?” This time Tegan completely intended the playful sarcasm that dripped from the comment. She even ventured a slight grin to put him on the defensive a little, but Mason was quick with his reply.

    “Yes, we have them. For example, don’t judge a book by its cover.”

    Mason had smiled disarmingly when he said it, but the underlying message to her was clear. Considering what happened at the pub, perhaps she had been a tad hasty in her judgment of his character. Tegan bundled the tools she had been cleaning and attempted to pick them up all at once in order to move them into the shed, but before she could take two steps they began slipping from her hands. Just as she expected to see the entire bunch go crashing to the ground, Mason’s hands appeared and encircled hers, stabilizing the load. His hands were strong, but soft, and their sudden steadying warmth took her completely off guard.

    She had been careful to avoid looking directly at him during their entire exchange so far, but her discipline wavered for one instant and she allowed herself to meet his gaze. She immediately regretted it. His eyes were two fiery emeralds that seemed to have already been waiting millennia for her to find them. The depth they held was something she had not expected; there was profound suffering there, but also something wild and passionate and unbridled…like the feeling she got while walking through the estate gardens after a summer storm.

    Somehow his eyes burned through the walls of her meticulously constructed defenses as if they were flash paper. She felt as though he was somehow seeing her…the real her, instead of the protective façade she normally projected to people she didn’t know. In that instant of unexpected vulnerability Tegan was surprised to find she was capable of anything. She felt the boundaries and inhibitions that normally constrained her fading like a winter sunset.

    A moment after Tegan felt the hurricane begin to stir within her, she smothered it for fear of being consumed.Where in the world is this coming from? She had only been looking at him for a moment, but it felt as though they had been staring at each other for hours. She abruptly pulled her hands free, which sent the tools clattering loudly into the dirt. In truth, she had forgotten they were suspended between their interlocked hands. Grateful for the distraction, she kneeled down and began gathering the fallen load, which he immediately assisted her with. Between them, they got all the tools to the shed in one trip. As the electricity of the moment faded, Tegan began feeling silly for even thinking such ridiculous things. I know nothing about him. She made a mental note not to look into his eyes again. There was a reason so many girls went crazy over him, and he probably knew exactly what he was doing with those eyes…and that crooked smile.

Author:

Dallas Coryell

Dallas Coryell is a musician and author residing deep in the untamed wilds of Michigan, USA, where he desperately attempts to assign meaning to his world through bouts of maniacal creative catharsis and pitifully doomed hopeless romantic fantasies. All of the songs written by the characters in this novel are real and can be viewed on the author’s fledgling YouTube channel , Selfies and other assorted randomness can be found on the author’s Instagram

Author Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Melodys-Key-Dallas-Coryell-ebook/dp/B01HK4DVO0

Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30807954-melody-s-key

YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/user/DallasCoryell1

Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/dallascoryell

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+DallasCoryell/posts

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DallasCoryellMusic

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DallasCoryell

Reviewed by Bharti

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