Bethany and Erryn review ‘Code Red’ by N.R. Walker. The book was self-published on June 24, 2021.
NOTE: This book was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Why Bethany read: I love N.R.’s books so it was no question for me to read this.
Why Erryn read: I was intrigued.
Maddox Kershaw is the main vocalist of the world’s biggest boy band. He’s at the top of every music chart, every award show, every social media platform, and every sexiest-man-alive list. He’s the bad boy, the enigma, the man everyone on the planet wants a piece of.
He’s also burned out and exhausted, isolated and lonely. Not in a good headspace at the start of a tour.
Roscoe Hall is Maddox’s personal manager. His job is high-flying, high-demand, high-profile, and he loves it. Maddox has consumed his entire life for the past four years. Roscoe knows him. He sees the real Maddox no one else gets to see.
He’s also in love with him.
When the tour and stress become too much, when the world begins to close in, Roscoe becomes Maddox’s lifeline. But as Maddox knows already, and as Roscoe is about to learn, the brighter the spotlight, the darker the shadow.
The Rock Star and the Cat Herder
I loved this book. Since I love almost all N.R. Walker books, that wasn’t a big surprise. That I enjoyed a book about a rock star was. That lifestyle doesn’t interest me, and although I love music, I’m more into soundtracks. Actual rock songs? Or rock mixed with other genres? Doesn’t usually cross my radar screen. I hear stories about fame gone wrong and I feel empathy, but barely a blip.
Now, this book is what happens behind the scenes. When the lights go down. When the fans go home. When the singers and musicians are alone. When the adulation ends.
Maddox is big in the music world. He’s in his early twenties, and has been with his bandmates since they were sixteen and playing in the garages of their families. They’ve always stuck together and they mean everything to him. But he hasn’t always been honest with them. Hell, he hasn’t been honest with anyone, let alone himself. He’s exhausted from being on the hamster wheel of recording an album, going out on tour, doing promotion, and then starting all over again. Throw social media into the mix and it sounds like a pretty stressful life. And the group is on top – there’s a push to remain on top.
Roscoe has been responsible for running every aspect of Maddox’ life for several years now. He’s there for all the little stuff (running errands, co-ordinating schedules) to the big stuff (working with security, watching out for Maddox’ health). This book is entirely through Roscoe’s point of view which I thought was an interesting choice. Keep the mystery of the rock star. Never truly know what’s in Maddox’s head.
There comes a moment where the professional crosses into the personal. Roscoe sees the danger ahead. Not only could he lose his job, he might be permanently separated from Maddox. But Maddox is spiraling downward and it seems only Roscoe can save him. This book hits on some tough issues, to be sure, but – as always – they’re done with a deft touch. What happens when the façade you put forth into the world isn’t the real you. What happens when the real you is screaming into the void, knowing you need help but not knowing how to ask for it. What happens when things are too precarious and they tip dangerously toward disaster.
It’s a romance so I knew Roscoe and Maddox were going to make it. I just didn’t know how hard they were going to have to work for it. Of course it’s an N.R. Walker book, so I should have anticipated the low-grade but omnipresent angst. I loved this book, and I’m intrigued to see where Ms. Walker goes next.
10/10 Points of Gold (100% Recommended) – Compares to 5/5 Stars
Wow, I am completely blown away by this book. I mean this was such a huge eye opener on the behind the scenes of celebrity lives. It broke my heart at how isolated they must feel even being surrounded by people. I absolutely ached for Maddox as well as the rest of the band, when their desire to please everyone and their fans compromise not only their physical well being but also their metal well being. The need to push themselves to the breaking point just to give their fans what they pay for broke me a little. Yes, they knew what they were getting when they signed on that dotted line, but that doesn’t mean their personal lives are an open book.
Now Roscoe and Maddox. I know I say with each new N.R. book that it was better than the last (even though I love them all), but she really outdid herself this time. There was no jumping right into bed with these two. The buildup was perfection. Roscoe has been in love with Maddox for a while even though he knows it is not a good idea. And he really does try to stay away. But when Maddox is determined to have something, he usually gets his way. And Maddox has wanted Roscoe for a while now, so he plans on making it happen. When they finally do give in to those feelings, they try to hide it for a while. The problem with that is though, people have eyes and are not blind to the looks they give each other.
Now the band, and staff. I LOVE THEM. And I really want more of them all. The other band members are the perfect secondary characters. They were funny, and lovable and the perfect fit as Maddox’s brothers. I love the pact they have made with each other that it will always be the five of them no matter what.
I highly recommend this book. It was so very well written and just flowed at a beautiful pace.
10/10 Pots of Gold (100% Recommended) – Compares to 5/5 Stars
“Roscoe Hall,” I answered my phone, out of time and patience. It didn’t dawn on me that it was Ryan’s number until after I’d said my name. It was my twentieth call this morning already.
“Just confirming ETA for 9:00 am.”
I checked my watch. It was 7:30 now and I’d already been up for far too long. It was a big day, and I could take a moment to breathe once we were all together.
“Yeah, Ryan. Will be there, thanks.”
There was a brief pause. “Is Maddox with you?”
“On my way to get him now.”
“See you there.”
I pocketed my phone and did one last check. Phone, wallet, passport, tickets, keys. I grabbed my carry-on, locked my front door, and wheeled my suitcase down to the waiting car. I hadn’t even greeted the driver when my phone rang again, and it beeped again on my way to collect Maddox.
I was organized and efficient, aggressively so.
It’s what made me good at my job. Being the personal manager for one of the world’s biggest boy bands was every minute of my life.
These boys didn’t accept second best for anything, and neither did I.
And I should clarify that while they were classified as a boy band, they were men. They might have started out as boys—they were just kids in high school when they formed their first band. But they were twenty-three now. They’d done the small local gigs, needing their parents’ permission to play in bars and clubs around LA when they were underage.
The story of how the band called Atrous made it to the big time was well-known.
The five boys came from nothing. A garage band that crossed pop with rock and rap, playing small gigs wherever they could, when a well-known radio DJ saw them and uploaded footage to his social media. Platinum Entertainment, one of America’s biggest entertainment management companies, signed them, and they’d been on the top of the world music stage for the last four years.
To the outside world, these guys were the ultimate success story.
They had no idea what went on when the lights went out.
Saying I was the personal manager of the whole band wasn’t true either. Personal assistant, handler, manager. It was all the same. But it wasn’t just me. I was one of three. Ryan Morten, Amber Seratt, and I were the personal managers of Atrous, as a whole. While the three managers looked after the five band members, I was, however, the unstated personal manager of one of them in particular.
Lead vocalist and rapper, main dancer, bad boy, Maddox Kershaw.
Ryan and Amber took care of Jeremy, Wes, Luke, and Blake. But Maddox was mine.
Well, not mine. But mine.
God, how I wished he were mine . . .
Over the last four years, Maddox and I’d just gelled. He didn’t trust easily, and for some reason he’d put his trust in me. And the truth was, he needed his own personal manager more than the other four guys.
Maddox was the face of Atrous. Unwilling, but the face, nonetheless.
He carried the weight of their reputation, their brand. He was the one they hounded, the one they chased, the one they followed, the one that made headlines every other day.
He wore black, he had a full sleeve of tattoos, perfect skin, and he had attitude to spare. His motto was to burn down the institutions, to stand tall for those who had to kneel, and to speak for those who had been silenced.
He resonated with the youth around the world.
He was also incredibly good-looking.
When I say good-looking, I mean hot. Sexy, enigmatic, ethereal, even.
His heritage had been talked about a million times. So much of his life was public. His grandmother on his mother’s side was Japanese, and his grandparents on his father’s side were Dutch. He was a second generation American, a very talented musician, and he was incredibly smart.
He sang like an angel and danced like the devil.
And he answered the door looking like a mix of both. His hair was wet from the shower, he smelled warm and clean, he wore black cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and combat boots. It was his standard attire. Seeing him like that made my heart feel far too big for my chest. “Forget your key?” he asked. He even almost smiled.
It had been so long since I’d seen him smile . . .
Yes, I had a key to his house. But that was for emergencies only. I followed him inside. “You ready? The others are meeting us there.”
He grumbled something that sounded like assent. His house was still dark, open and vast, mind-bogglingly expensive, and it felt empty. It was in Beverly Hills, worth a reported twelve million with incredible views of the canyon and the city, but Maddox had the blinds drawn.
He plucked a black hoodie off the back of his sofa and pulled it on. I ignored how his T-shirt lifted a little, exposing a sliver of pale skin above his waistband. I’d seen him shirtless a thousand times. Hell, I’d even seen him in his underwear. It was nothing new, but it still managed to warm my blood.
I grabbed his two suitcases, wheeling them toward the door. He picked up his black backpack. “Got my passport?”
“Yep,” I replied. “We’re all good. Your mom’s got her key and security numbers?”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug.
His mother was going to come look after his place while we were gone. We’d be gone for almost seven weeks. Seven long, grueling weeks.
“Come on, I have an iced coffee waiting for you in the car.”
He pulled up his hood, but I swear there was the beginning of a smile before the shadow stole it.
My phone buzzed again, and I pulled it out of my pocket and groaned at the screen. Another message that could wait until we were in the car. I pulled the door shut behind us, made sure it was locked, and wheeled the luggage to the waiting car. I opened the car door for him, I closed the door for him, I loaded the bags into the trunk—it was my job to do these things for him—and finally I got into the back of the car with Maddox.
My phone buzzed again, and I thumbed out a quick reply. We’d been driving for about ten minutes when I realized Maddox hadn’t said a word. He’d sipped his coffee but not much else. I looked at him then, really looked at him, and underneath the killer good looks was a tired man.
“You sleep okay?” I asked.
He scoffed as his answer, then glanced pointedly at my phone. “Did you? Has your phone stopped yet?”
I didn’t need to reply because we both knew the answer.
He nodded because he knew he was right and proving his point, I replied to some more emails and messages on the drive downtown. Yes, we all lived in LA, and yes, we were staying at a hotel in LA because when the tour began, the band and the whole crew would stay together. Mostly for logistical and security reasons, but also for bonding. We were one unit from day one, regardless of location.
As the car pulled into the hotel’s underground parking lot, Maddox’s eyes trained on the people rushing about. “The guys are already here?” he asked.
“Yep. Arrived five minutes ago.”
His shoulders relaxed a little, and for that I was glad. He and his bandmates were like brothers; they’d been through everything together. He was closer to Jeremy than the others, but the bond between the five of them was clear. I was relieved that he’d be with them again. I was pretty sure he’d spent the last few days by himself, holed up in his house. I’d spoken to him on the phone, even came to see him a few times, but getting ready for a tour was a busy time for me.
Before we came to a complete stop, he was quiet and chewed on his bottom lip. I wanted to ask him if he was okay, but there wasn’t time. I doubted he’d even answer that question, or answer it honestly, anyway.
“You excited?” I asked instead. “Sellout stadium tour, twenty-three concerts. You ready for that?”
He met my gaze and didn’t look away. His smile was as brief as it was beautiful. “Yeah. Of course.”
I didn’t believe him, and it was devastating how he could look right at me with those dark, dark eyes and speak so sincerely while he lied.
I spent almost every day with him. I knew him. I knew the real Maddox Kershaw, not the Maddox he showed the world. The private one, the quiet one, the intellectual one . . .
The miserable one.
The Maddox I’d been secretly in love with for years . . . the Maddox I could never have.
“Maddox,” I said, but his door opened from the outside, and people were getting luggage from our car and giving directions, and there was no time.
The commotion had begun. These seven weeks were going to be brutal.
He lowered his head, pulled up his hood to hide his face, and got out of the car.
She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love. She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…