“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.
Review and excerpt – along with an about the author – are under the cut.
If I’m being honest, I wasn’t expecting a lot when I went into reading this. I was excited when the author approached me about reading and reviewing his book (and even more so when I found out it was a romance novel) due to the fact that I’ve only had that happen to me one other time before this story. I’m incredibly ecstatic that I took a chance on Melody’s Key! I’ve never been moved to tears by a book out of sheer happiness – and trust me, there were A LOT of tears – and I’m rather proud to say that this was the first one. The songs that appear in this book are also actual songs on the author’s youtube channel (scroll up to the link section and you can find it there) which I highly recommend listening to while you read… If you’re like me, that might move you to tears as well because his voice is phenomenal. Okay, back to the review I’m supposed to be doing…. Also, I’m apologizing ahead of time for all of the rambliness that will make up this review, my brain is currently yelling, “You loved this book! Good luck putting how much you loved it into words. Oh, and you’re heart is crying tears of joy again!” Apparently sick me tries to be funny and fails miserably.
Have you guys ever found a piece of literature that just connects with you? That’s how this book was for me which seems to be rather rare lately, you simply know that you NEED to read more. The main character is a girl named Tegan who chose to defer from attending university to help out her family where they live in England – have I mentioned how much I adore stories set in any part of the UK? Anyway, I quickly found out that this particular character and I have a few things in common so maybe that’s why I found this story so easy to get into.
Let’s move onto the love interest of the story: Mason Keane. He’s the pop star that Tegan misjudged at first due to how he’s presented to the outside world but, of course, he’s not really like that. I suppose that one is a tiny bit of a cliché but I live for romantic clichés. This character has honestly given me even higher expectations when it comes to men, so keep that in mind going into this book, with how he interacts with Tegan. I especially loved their first meeting, the looks I got when I burst out laughing which turned into smiling like a dummy during their second meeting. The story only gets sweeter from there while Tegan and Mason both stumble over their feelings until they eventually fall together.
The climax of the story is where I had to set this aside for the night, I had a minor flashback to high school (and a few recent books) and nearly had a slight meltdown when it dawned on me that while most of the time the climax will happen and things start to go downhill, they usually turn into some type of happy ending… However, there are some that just stay downhill and you’re left with this broken heart that was poured into these characters and there was no way that I was going to be able to face that one. Fortunately, when I picked it back up, I realized that that was an irrational fear on my part and I have no idea why I just admitted that… because I guarantee that 99.9% of you don’t care about that part unless you are like me and need the reassurance that the story won’t end in angst.
I do wish that we could have another story for these two, see how they’re doing after the end of the book, because they’re story meant a bit more to me than I expected. I think this book is absolutely perfect for the hopeless romantics out there or the people who aren’t really sure if love truly does exist anymore, I know I sure don’t know too many couples that stay together or truly love each other which is quite despairing and really only makes me want to escape in my daydreams again. Maybe I’m reading a bit too into this one but, to me, it’s a reminder that there’s no need to settle for someone, that if you hold out long enough there is someone out there for you. I guess I just really needed Melody’s Key to be able to see that again. So thank you, Dallas Coryell for your amazing story and thank you so much for choosing to contact me to read your book, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how much your story ended up meaning to me, because apparently I just turn into a rambling mess of a human being who turned this review into…whatever this was? Anyway, I hope someone out there enjoyed reading my thoughts over this phenomenal love story.
I can’t wait to see what else you come up with if you choose to publish another story.
About The Author
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: https://www.youtube.com/user/DallasCoryell1 Selfies and other assorted randomness can be found on the author’s Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dallascoryell
“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.