RATING: 5 magnificent stars to New Orleans Rush! ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
He wasn’t sure how to define his feelings for Beatrice Baker, vandalizer, below-average assistant. All-around astounding girl.'
He wanted to stroke her cheek and erase the worry from her face, but he couldn’t touch her after handling the pyrofluid. He also wasn’t sure she wanted his touch. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to.” Her eyes went soft. “Then light me on fire.” Huxley wanted to light her on fire, from the inside out. Set her body ablaze and turn her world into sparks.'
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Grumpy/sunshine
slow-burner
➜ Roomies with a promise
➜ A magician and his new assistant
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magical heroine optimist
➜ A
magic man in distress
➜ A
starving artist hero/heroine pairing
➜ A theatre in need of major TLC
➜ So close but so far away vibes
➜ A marvellous illusionist brotherhood
➜ Family drama and chasing threats
New Orleans Rush swept me up, swept me silly and swept me right off the balls of my feet into sublimity. And I thus found myself being spun around not by the arms of a corporeal suitor, but by the figurative limbs (and sorcery) of this romance made of magic. This book finally gets my attention, undivided, excited and plush for the taking. And it didn't just fall to my liking, it became every preference I needed. This series starter was nothing short of wish fulfilment for my 2022 reading year. If you cherish, adore and frequent this genre like a home away from home, you've just found another humble abode In New Orleans Rush, one that outmatches and outperforms any imaginings. Kelly Siskind dreamed a dreamy dream when she thought this book into the world. What a magical maven she is. Enlightening, wistful, wonderful, charismatic, so comprehensively whimsy and real with such beautiful protagonists that it can't be called anything other than romance reading material of original shade. A heroine who brings beauty into the world with more than her art, a struggling magician disenchanted under the pressure of losing more than just his stage, wonderful writing that lifts it to life and a slow burn replete with a rewarding HEA, I felt like I was under a starburst rain. There's knowing your audience, and there's also delivering for your audience and I found myself the perfect seat-sitter for this brilliant contemporary romance. A 2022 dazzler that dazzled my 2022 reading year, and the author writes as if romanticist escapism is her pride and joy. To equalise the harmony, I read it as if it were mine.
In the expanse of contemporary romantic lit New Orleans Rush is a bedazzling performance, and the joy rages on in lasting, trickling tendrils. Divine and feel-good, it became the most celebratory part of my day. Feeling so momentarily estranged from a genre I live, love and breathe for, this book completely sanctified my reasons for staying the course. Not that I would have dared to jilt but my confidence was a crumbling state, the likes of the toppling marvellous Marlow theatre. Not just any book could have succeeded the charge of re-enchanting me, but this romance was a resplendent rainbow whose latter end rested upon my doorstep. It re-hydrated my dry spell, and all it took was a hopeless magic man, a hopeful creative and the faith that tests their growing devotion. This romance pulled me from my darkened cloud and gently thrust me through doors made of sunlight, walked me through star dusted halls, dazzled me with dancing capes, zigzagging energy, characters of their own making and finished up an unhurried master stroke by replacing my eye sockets with the glow of a star-lit twilight. It did this in no particular order and yet all at once, because first page read and done and I knew I'd found a book bestie full of originality and magnificence.
New Orleans Rush is romance rendezvous magic and I'm so in awe. I won't even consider myself a 'hype girl' because this book leaked spunk, radiance and alchemistic brilliance into my soul, one page at a time. My heart did weird and wonderful things each time I re-engaged and sat down for another sitting and it didn't take long at all before I was convinced that this must be magic in book form. There's no other way to reason why I always tuned in and (regretfully) tuned away feeling like a smiling silver lining. I love Huxley Marlow, and that love is only usurped by his quirky lady love who lives life like her inner child wants to play. This is the romance of my romance reading year, and my first five star! Huxley and Bea are the perfect couple of my reading year. Scratch that, a couple made for romance hall of fame, and I volunteer myself to reverently unroll that jazzy carpet.
Summary breakdown:
this story opens up finding bubbly Beatrice Baker drinking barside in a proud city made just for her, but without a boyfriend who promised them a great minute-by-minute adventure. Bea's having a very unlucky day, and hell hath no very un-Bea-like fury like a woman dumped, ditched and homeless in New Orleans. This was supposed to be a beginning for Bea, a chance to start over in newer, eccentric pastures, outrunning loan shark threats, her father's addiction and a parent who can easily be blamed for her limited life choices. Bea usually lives a long-suffering life with longer smiles, but today? It's harder for Bea to break one. After meeting a magical man with a magical cape, a characteristically cheery-tempered, conflict-averse gal finds herself out of character, juiced on a belly full of margaritas and medicine as she follows in Carrie Underwood style and keys her ex's automobile. Who also owns a prized Mustang so similar to he ex? Her cape-clad stranger. What Bea doesn't know is that a cape and a top hat are hiding a magic man with real problems. A desperate Huxley Marlow is barely keeping afloat, the potential fall of the Marlow magic theater a weight on his father's name, and one on his oldest brother shoulders. What is an illusionist with a theater in a sorry state of major disrepair? A very unhappy illusionist. It's do or don't do, and Huxley can't magic his way out of this mess. When he catches an emotional and intoxicated Bea compromising his priceless classic, he blackmails her by demanding payment in the form of free labour. And that's to say a distressed magician has found himself a new assistant. One riddled with stage fright and not an ounce of stage-performing ability. To further complicate matters, the feels keep on feeling, especially when an overtaxed Huxley Marlow meets the most amazing woman at the height of life distress.
It may have taken me a long time to get through this, but wowza was I swept up like a starry-eyed heroine in a New Orleans rush. Did I love this book? Of course I did. But I didn't just love it, it became a part of my personality. Every day, it became a little more a part of me. I had so much love and warmth for the leading characters. So much. That even post-reading, that love and warmth grew wings and became fiction-free. From start to finish I lived and loved under a rainbow rainfall where the clouds were sunset pink, the air misted eccentric, the troubles kept a comin' and a magic-made heartthrob grump found himself a final act showstopper in a jazzy heroine. Make no mistake that I loved her growly magician, but Bea was something of a showstopper who stole the show. Pinpoint we shan't, but ever since I met Bea Baker drowning her sorrows with a lemon drop beverage, personality still intact, she made me smile. Every time she challenged Huxley and pulled a smile from his unsmiling face made me smile. Every time her oddball imagination shone, I smiled. Every time she made the best out of every bad situation I smiled. Every time her artsy fingers spilled forth and made canvas magic made me smile. When she persisted to make me smile from chapter to chapter, I had to admit that I was in love with her. Bea Baker's a bit of a life force, and no replacement could have satisfied. She's a heroine whose attitude is a concoction of smiles, pep, awe and more than a dash of the 80s. Smiles are magical, a mantra that'd surely belong to Bea, and if smiling through this entire read hadn't already happened to me, Bea would have remedied that in a nanosecond.
Kelly Siskind’s heroine is an optimistic tribute to those with softer, forgiving hearts who've never found their place or people in life but live it like it was made for them, footsteps made of sparkle. I know Huxley coined the term, but I hereby blazon myself a proud member of the Beatrice Baker Effect Fanclub. Like Huxley, I needed her brightness and lightness in my life more than I realised. I loved her arc development because, smiles aside, it's unlikely that all the optimism combined can set one free from accumulated pain, and Bea had a lesson to learn in confronting hers. I was happy to see her discover a side unsmiling, a side that had to voice and face boundary more than just enthusiasm. Bea was a buried pile of feelings, and it only seemed right that she found safety in Huxley to let some go. She needed that for herself. And as helpful as I'd be in lending Bea squatting company for squatter's rights during her nights as she took up a temporary home in Huxley's theatre, I also loved that this book's hero was a bit of a male unicorn himself. He may be disillusioned but he had the best hero qualities. True to the test of them both however, and as much as they both always wanted more, they were devoted to each other long before the sexual intimacy set in. That’s my type of love connection.
Huxley Marlow had an alpha-ness in that protective brother hen way that always put himself at the end of the line, was equally nerdy, a secret romance reader (because we don't want to say that too loud), was willing to play the slow walk of faith for Bea and stage-performed like he was made for it. He might have been a man who practiced magic but his own magic reserves were bleeding dry. Bea became an influencer of perspective that rubbed a different attitude and way of seeing into him, and he needed that in his life for the many layered hardships that kept him stuck. With deep money troubles, a theatre that might no longer belong to the Marlow legacy, a sly magician rival breathing a silent threat down his back, family grief that darkened his heart, parental bereavement and an offspring failure belief pattern, he was more sad than thriving. A lot that kept him wandering back to his theatre with late night disclosure on the mind. In so many ways, like Bea, Huxley was a starving creative. And dominated by his father's passing, he was father-pleasing his way to misery. As a second-generation magician he felt that he was making a mess of his father's name, with only a theatre in rack and ruin to show for it. In search of a gameplan, he only has a lucrative side avocation to re-route his way into fuller pockets, and even then, his life's work hasn't enabled a seat-filling business with healthy show goers. A man who learns the lesson of personal attention becomes of him. He learns to shed weight remembering his needs matter, and in equal proximity, that the Marlow brotherhood will always have his back. But even more, that he deserves a life free from his bindings, bound only by the important and beautiful things. The mundane gets twisted on its head and living gets easier with lightness in his heart. And Bea became the lantern in hand.
On the topic of Siskind's hero, I share that I most definitely wanted to embody Bea, steal and don Huxley's magic man getup and squeal as he made it mission to silently stalk me with the promise of more gruff to come. Isn't that a fantasy? The profiling of both leading man and leading lady was comfortably and believably idyllic, and that's not to say they were the perfect people with perfect problems. Their lives were imperfect, clogged with drawback and emotional hoarding. The understated prowess of this story is its always-grounding ability to illustrate the reality in the fiction, but built-in hope reflects what can be had with better lighting. All comes together in a beautiful balanced blend. Sparkling company in a book. Relationships are complicated and the story held hands with that. There were barriers between them, they had that 'so close but so out of reach' vibe but there were silent promises, inevitability and a fierce knowing that made me believe it would always end one way for them. The best way a romance reader can hope for. I was wholly frustration free with this romance, and the reason that's a point-addressing particular is that I rarely experience a romance without some quality that thwarts my reading fun, and it often comes in the form of heroes in the mode of resistance, not an ounce of charm to their name or just presented in ways both bothersome and thorn-in-my-side. And there's the difficulty of them not showing up as human beings. Huxley and his tender dreaming heart/gruff personage puts them to shame. As we travel back to Siskind's bounty of a heroine, kindness is a strength, and so is the adamancy of sourcing the gold in every person, and that's what makes Bea baker a sensitive but strong lead. She challenges the bad with a full-spectrum spirit made manifest by her even more colourful wardrobe. I really appreciated that the story didn't use optimism to one-dimensionalise her profile yet loved that her sunny disposing didn't undermine the other half of her humanity. Bea Baker became the wings beneath Huxley's cape, and she his trial and his challenge to see life differently.
If I had two micro suggestions to share, I (personally) wanted more inclusion of the New Orleans sights and surroundings. It's the vibrant of vibrant cultures, and I could imagine the adventures to be had. In addition? More magic scenes: magic tricks for Huxley to pull from his sleeve and wow Bea with. Even private magic tricks just for her. All surrounding characters that made up their little family were perfectly complementary. The main MCs may be oddball and different (to their own degrees, though this was mostly Bea) but never to the height of unbelievability or pseudo characterisation. They were different, so much fun and right up my alley. This story anchors itself by adopting an angle that uses the best to deal with the worst. And during the worst? To live life by your leverage. You don't need an open mind to love this book, just one amenable to being wowed by romance-rich individuality. Charm triumphant to its irresistible centre. Among the fun and lightness, New Orleans Rush may disguise itself as another simple romance, but it really gives way to a sense of connection, hope in the well, colours on the wall, finding and trusting in your crowd and shifting perspective for better life experience to happen. As such, it also becomes a study in perspective, optimism, family faith, redirection and belief - in all things life and your people. Hand to heart, I championed Bea and Huxley tenderly, fiercely, dramatically and thoroughly with my romance-loving heart. While it's un-frowned upon to love a love connection, I was also deep in the love zone for these two protagonists as separate people. Even as much as I loved their togetherness, I cherished their separateness.
Like Bea, I don't have many friends, but if I did, Bea Baker would be one of them. I also don't have many magicians in my life, but if I did, Huxley Marlow would be one of them. It also turns out (in Bea's case) that bad boyfriends come in handy when the man you really needed was a magnificent magician who lived in New Orleans, but Bea doesn't know that yet. And neither does the frowning magician in question. They've got to take their time, you see. Threats travel, as does real life, and Bea might find herself at the centre of the quaint Big Easy but she's a parched artist outpacing trouble. Unemployed and likely to make a home out of her little Beetle, creativity might've fled the building for Bea but she's found a building where her creativity no longer wants to flee. Her artistic soul blooms into the night in a rundown theatre. In the prop room, the paint gets a flowin'. The same theatre Huxley might lose if he doesn't get his magic act together. I'm not sure what inner sanctum Kelly Siskind writes from but I was smitten and love-bitten. Even as the story swayed from worry to worry, my heart only pranced from strength to strength. With messy family Baker/Marlow ties, big magician energy, a heroine who lives with hope and imagination in the land of the living, a struggling magician with a mighty mess on his trickster hands, characters who give each other the run-around, and a fun overlay of charm, charisma and whimsy, this book hides behind nothing but its own glow. You can't make this stuff up, but Kelly Siskind can, and in some ways, I'd wished I'd read this sooner just so I could have loved it sooner.
This fictionista must, in great all-seeing faith, stand to her fullest height, widen her shoulders, swagger with all the hero ego her romancing gal self can muster and challenge this community that loves fictional love to read without relishing. Romance readers should definitely part space for what I deem to be a prime selection for their romance reading lists. Not just great for a slump, not just great to get that reading fire re-ignited but to make one believe in the magic, might and superpower of this genre. Whatever the seedling was when this romance was born, the vision was bought to life handsomely, heroinely and without a hitch. A dream book with dreamy protagonists that wand-flicked a dream into my heart. I'm not sure what psychedelic brew the author pottered together, but this book just brought exciting life into a familiar genre. I'm also not sure what kind of creative kitchen sink Kelly Siskind washes her hands in but Kelly Siskind just wrote my favourite Kelly Siskind book and I'm sure the fun has just begun. To those eager for the flux of magical messes, magical mayhem and magical love in their lives, this series starter offering is a charming carousing of the genre and a book that gave me stars in my eyes for the most inconsequential reasons. Stands heads, shoulders, tops hats and headpieces above many romances, and you'll want to feel the rush of this star-standard piece of make believe that I already call a classic.
Content Listing: Parent with gambling/drinking addiction. Death of a parent. Past drunken violence. Parental abandonment. A smut scene. Male MC with facial deformity.