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This is the one that got everyone’s knickers in a twist. Good.

They say you never know someone until you take a trip with them. But this isn’t a holiday – this is the comeback tour for Tristan Hunter. His brilliantly crafted debut solo album is getting a lot of attention thanks to Lily Taylor, the music journalist. She’s there to write up the tour, if what goes on backstage can even be printed. One thing she won’t be writing about is her passionate relationship with the star. They want to make it work, but there are a lot of obstacles to romantic bliss on a tour bus.
AC Clark, the guitarist from Tristan’s old band Devised, is also along for the ride. No stranger to excess, AC has a lot of memories about the bad old days, and he’s ready to share. Lily is learning fast what happens on the road, stays there…but some secrets are too big to hide. And Tristan knows the stage will take everything he has – and push him right to the edge. When past and present collide, it might be a crash no one recovers from…

Editorial Review

Highly recommended series! ACCESS UNLIMITED is the third in the trilogy. It could easily be read as a standalone novel, though part of the joy is getting to know Tristan, its enigmatic rock star hero, slowly, much as its journalist narrator Lily does.
The early parts of the book have Lily adjusting to the rhythms of tour bus life. There’s a palpable sensation of ever-forward movement through exquisitely described urban landscapes. The back bedroom of the bus that she shares with her lover, Tristan, becomes a cocoon where they can retreat from the pressures of life on the road and the demands of Tristan’s fans. But bunking on the other side of the thin walls lies fellow bandmate AC, Tristan’s oldest friend, whose quick wit and easy flirtations with Lily imperfectly conceal an inner loneliness.
This is some beautiful writing, not a word wasted, with laugh-out loud funny dialogue and some story-advancing sex scenes that evoke such emotional and visceral intensity that to not be moved by them might mean that one does not have a pulse. Its unblinking social commentary shows a world that venerates money and fame, callously indifferent to the earth’s natural beauty, or to the bonds of friendship and love. At its heart, it is a love story, exploring the question of what it means to form a bond with someone—not the things one merely says, but the actions one takes, when one values another’s happiness as one’s own.
The characters will stay with you long after the last sentence. Rarely have I read a book that leaves me feeling as emotionally drained as this one did. Alice Severin is a writer to follow.

5.0 out of 5 stars MORE, MORE, MORE, September 25, 2014

By LGALE – See all my reviews
This review is from: Access Unlimited: Book 3 of the Access Series (Kindle Edition)
Again, sorry Alice for the delay in writing this review. I hope you are writing, writing, writing!!!! I LOVED THIS SERIES!!! In the words of Andrea True or even Billy Idol….I want “MORE, MORE, MORE!” This book definitely put a huge twist to the story & was either going to make or break Tristan & Lily. I don’t want to give any spoilers away but the ending BLEW ME AWAY! I must say it is without a doubt one of the BEST endings I’ve EVER read! I’m pleading Alice, give us MORE of this story!!!

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Tristan came closer. “But you do want to. I know you do. You’re here to see it, see it all. You didn’t realize that’s why you wanted to come along, but I think you know it now. You wanted to see how we change on the road. See what most people don’t see.” He thrust the bottle at me. “Take it.”

“Yes, just like this. You don’t even realize, but you get it. Most people just read about it, mix of fantasy and lies. Or they’ve had it, but they’re too fucked up to remember.” He knelt down in front of me, his eyes alight. “I think you’re able to do it all. Fantasy, lies, and truth. Maybe.”

His eyes were almost changing color. There was that strange intensity in his look, as he ran his hand down my face, along my neck, over the rise of one breast. “What do you think?” He slowly untied the cord of my robe, and opened it. The cool air in the room hit my skin, making me shiver. His eyes were locked with mine. “Alone, or together? How do we go down?” I shook my head. “Not sure yet, are we? What can I do to help make a mind up?”

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