Tuesday, April 14, 2015

ARC Review: The Truth About Jack by Jody Gehrman

The blurb as seen on Goodreads:
Release Date: April 14, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Crush
192 Pages

Dakota McCloud has just been accepted into a prestigious art school. Soon she'll leave behind the artists' colony where she grew up―hippie dad, tofu since birth, yurt―and join her boyfriend and best friend on the East Coast. It was the plan…until Dakota finds out her boyfriend and best friend hooked up behind her back.

Hurt and viciously betrayed, Dakota pours out her heart on a piece of paper, places it in a bottle, and hurls it into the ocean. But it doesn't quite go where she expects…

Jack Sauvage finds the bottle washed up on the shore and responds to Dakota's letter. Except what if his straight-laced life doesn’t jive with the free-spirited girl he’s only seen from afar? As Jack creates a persona he believes she’ll love, they slowly fall for each other with each new letter. Now Jack is trying to find a way to make this delicate, on-paper romance happen in real life…without revealing his deception.


There's beauty out there, and we're going to find it.

Dakota's had one hell of a day. After getting accepted to her dream art school, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. With no one to really voice her troubles to, she vents on paper and then, on a whim, puts it in a bottle and sends it out to sea. Only it doesn't go very far, in fact, it comes right back where Jack finds it.

Having run into Dakota at a local coffee shop, Jack was instantly transfixed. However, years of self-doubt and isolation from people his age have made Jack shy and uncertain of how to act around girls. Then there's also the fact that his family is extremely rich, he never knows exactly what people want from him. When he finds Dakota's message, he comes up with an idea - he creates this alter-ego, Alejandro, and writes Dakota back.

When I read the premise of this book, I was really excited. Guy finds message in a bottle and begins a relationship with girl via letters...sold. Well, that's not really how it happened. I was a little disappointed that Jack knew of Dakota before finding the letter. He had almost an insta-love connection with her. That threw me for a bit and also kind of moved me away from Jack. But once I read more about his character, he grew on me and he became quite the adorable one.

With Dakota, I loved her. Such a strong, unique, individual woman she was. Here's a girl who grew up on a hippie reservation of sorts. She was homeschooled and raised by artists. Art is her passion, her driving force, and when she meets Jack, she finds someone who matches her passion (his with music). Her actions made sense, her emotions were real, and I felt for her. I wanted her to find her way on her own.

The relationship between Dakota and Jack was a slow build-up. There was chemistry, but she was wary because of her past heartbreak and this 'Alejandro' thing, and Jack was hesitant because he was afraid to be himself. This was my first read from Gehrman but I don't think it will be my last. I liked the way she told the story. Both characters had interesting backgrounds that you don't normally see in YA and it made the story that much more intriguing. I like authors who change it up, and Gehrman did exactly that.



I received an e-copy of this novel from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Book Review: Slow Burn (Driven #5) by K Bromberg

The review as seen on Goodreads:
Release Date: February 25, 2015
Publisher: Signet
400 Pages

From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Driven series. 

One Night. That's all it was supposed to be.

Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while....There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips?

No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked....

Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk?


Hello, my name is Jenn and I like to start books in the middle of the series. I just can't seem to stop. Luckily, there are a lot of series now that don't require you to have read the entire collection. This was one of them and also my first from this author.

Haddie is not dealing well after the loss of her sister and the story begins with our main character at her friends wedding, getting trashed and just looking to get laid. Enter Becks, a mutual friend, who has been interested in Haddie for some time. He convinces her that a one night stand is not a good idea and for this one time, she agrees. But Becks has no willpower and eventually caves to Haddie's whim, only to find that one night is not enough.

I felt for Haddie, I really did. Losing a family member to cancer is something that is personal to me and to a lot of people unfortunately. What I didn't understand is how she just kind of gave up on her life. There's living in the moment, and then there's just being plain ridiculous. Her fear that what happened to her sister would happen to her plagues Haddie throughout the book. Even seeing the love her sister left behind, Haddie still couldn't understand why she needed more than no-strings attached.

As the story progressed, I kept getting more and more frustrated with Haddie. The relationship with her ex and how she just let him live with her. I mean, come on, it was obvious to everyone what he really wanted! But the kicker was when a serious medical issue comes up and she keeps it from everybody - including her best friend. That doesn't make you strong. Suffering in silence doesn't make you a better person to your friends. Ugh, sorry, it just really bothered me how she would complain about no one being there for her but they had no idea what was going on!

And then there was Becks. He was good. He dealt with Haddie's bullshit a lot longer than most would have, but he also wasn't this 'boy next door' that the author described him as. He had a temper and said things in anger that were extremely harsh. There were almost two different Becks and who knows which one you were going to get.

Finally, there was the relationship between the two. So much volleying back and forth. One minute they were good, then everything was hell, then it was good again. The chemistry was on fire in the beginning but then seemed to get lost. It was hard to see why they wanted to be together.

Overall, I didn't dislike it but I didn't love it. Others have told me to read Driven and swear I'll fall in love with Colton. I'm willing to give that a chance. I liked the way Bromberg wrote, I just didn't connect greatly with these characters.

I received a copy of this novel from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

10 Years Later: A Second Chance Romance by J Sterling

The blurb as seen on Goodreads:
Release Date: March 28, 2015
Publisher: Self-Published
256 Pages

Cammie:
It’s been ten years since I've seen him. Ten years. I have no idea what he’s doing,where he’s been or if he’s even still single. Have I thought about him over the years? Of course. Absolutely. But that doesn't mean anything, right? Just because you think about the boy you used to be in love with doesn't mean you’re still in love with them now. Does it?

Dalton:
I haven’t seen her in ten years. She’s the whole reason I’m even coming to this reunion. If it wasn't for her, I would have stayed home. I made mistakes back in high school. Hell, I was just a kid then. But I’m here to right my wrongs,tell her I’m sorry and win her back. She changed my whole life and she doesn't even know it. It’s time she knew.



Some fear it, some love it. For some, it's that time to show off how far you've come. For others, it's a way to relive the glory days. It's the 10 year high school reunion.

Now, I didn't go to mine because, honestly, there wasn't anyone from high school that I really wanted to see. That was a time period that I am happy to forget. But for some, such as Cammie, it's a chance to maybe get back something that was lost.

Cammie had a rough senior year. Her life literally fell apart and the only thing that kept her going was Dalton - the boy she'd been crushing on for almost all of high school. She lived for their secret rendezvous, however, she was afraid to tell him how she really felt for fear that it would ruin what they had. 10 years later, she's regretting that decision and is hoping that the reunion will be just the place to meet up.

Dalton hasn't forgotten Cammie. Even though he's been off the social media networks, it doesn't mean that he hasn't been keeping tabs on her. He listens in to the morning radio show that she works on just for the chance to hear her voice. And like Cammie, his only reason for attending the reunion is to see her again.

While I didn't fall in love with the characters, it was a fast and cute read. I almost wish that the book had been divided into two parts: the first focusing on their high school relationship and the the second focusing on their meeting at the reunion and after. I liked reading the flashbacks throughout the story, but there were some that seemed thrown it at very weird moments and it took me out of the story a little. And there were no clear breaks at points between the past and the future.

However, I adore Sterling's witty writing. The internal monologues of her female characters are hilarious and for the most part, are relatable. Yes, there was some ridiculous drama thrown in that could have been easily avoided with just a little bit of communication, I liked the overarching feeling of hope that Sterling provided.

I definitely recommend this to anyone looking for a fast read, or something to read down by the beach. 

 

Thursday, April 2, 2015

"Real" Book Challenge March Recap

Real Book Challenge on Swoony Boys Podcast and Fiction Fare

It's Springtime! You know what that means? Outside reading time. I look forward to it every year and here in California, March kicks off spring for me. Add that plus a road trip to Texas, and March was a good reading month for me. So here are all the "real" books I've read in March:


Goal: 80
Total So Far: 18
Current Level: Real Book Enthusiast 

I added 8 more toward my goal for the month. Not bad at all. You can still join by heading over to  Fic Fare and signing up. Until next month!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Cover Reveal + Trailer: Fury (The Seven Deadly #3) by Fisher Amelie

I am so excited to be a part of Fisher Amelie's cover reveal for the next in the Seven Deadly series, Fury. The covers are absolutely stunning, don't you think? So without further ado, I give you Fury (The Seven Deadly #3).

The Fury (The Seven Deadly #3)
By Fisher Amelie 

Find Fury on Goodreads.
Release Date: May 4, 2015
Book Blurb: 
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.

What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.

I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.


Well I am definitely intrigued! I just love the use of color and using the seven deadly sins...brilliant. Now, how about an excerpt from the book?

 
I heard a snap and the light cracked on, piercing through my closed lids. My head pounded and I groaned then rolled over, pulling my cover over my head to drown out the source of my pain.
“Get up,” a deep voice commanded. “Get up,” he continued, kicking my shoe.
“Dad,” I rasped. “I’m hungover and feel like shit.”
He was silent for a moment so I pulled the cover down just enough to see his face. He was not amused.
“Ethan, watch your language, get your butt up, and find a job.” I didn’t answer him. I had nothing to say that would please him. “And while you’re at it, stop this ridiculous drinkin’, son.”
I sat up, ran my hands through my long black hair and wrapped the length around my fist. I sat back against the wall, reveling in how cool it was, and tried not to vomit.
“Did you see them today?” I asked him, unable to help myself.
My dad removed his hat and leaned against the jamb, scrubbing his face with his free hand. “You like to torture yourself,” he said, shaking his head then sighing. “You remind me so much of your mama.”
The mere mention of my mother sent me spiraling down once more in depression. We’d lost her a few years before and I was still in agony. That, coupled with the fact that Spencer Blackwell stole my girl right out from underneath my nose, was enough for me to drink to excess every night. I hate him.
“Are they,” I swallowed, afraid of his answer, “are they together now?”
My father sighed again. “Ethan, get dressed.”
“Are they?” I asked again, letting my hand drop to my side. My hair slid with it and cascaded down my back.
“You are a stubborn boy. Yes, okay? Yes, they’re together. All the more reason to move on, son.”
My body suddenly weighed a thousand pounds and I felt my head reeling. So it was true then. They were together and they would probably get married and I was going to have to sit there in that godforsaken small town and watch it all happen. I was going to get a front row seat to my own misery.
I nodded once, rested my hands on my knees for a brief moment, then ran past my dad, shouldering him as I did so and nearly knocking him over before making it to the small bathroom across the hall and retching everything in my stomach into the toilet.
My dad stood in the bathroom doorway shaking his head in disappointment. When I was done, I fell back into the wall. That look shamed me to my core. Any time my dad felt let down, I felt the weight of my disgrace so heavy the only thing I could think to dull the ache was to drink myself into a stupor. It was a vicious cycle.
I let my hair cascade over my face. I heard the old wood floor creak beneath his feet as he left without another word and jumped when the front door slammed. My eyes closed as my head pounded.
The claw foot tub sat to my left so I leaned up and turned on the water, slowly removing my clothing one piece at time. Each movement felt like a hammer slamming into my head.
“God,” I groaned. “I am an idiot.”
I stood then stepped underneath the warm water and just stood in silence, letting the water absorb into my hair and seep into my skin. I breathed in the steam deeply. I was miserable. Not just physically but my heart was the heaviest it’d felt since my mom passed and I had no one to blame but Spencer Blackwell for that.
The asshole who rode into my life under the guise of helping his sister only to yank what I thought was a stable foundation right out from underneath me. He stole from me, a bona fide thief, and I wanted to make him pay. No, I needed to make him pay.
But how?
I finished showering and threw a towel around my waist, stepping from the tub and toppling onto my bed when I reached my room and fell to sleep, not even bothering to dress myself. I fell quickly, fantasizing about my revenge.
I must have slept for hours because when I woke, it was pitch black outside. I rolled onto my side and checked my alarm clock. Eleven o’clock. Perfect timing, I thought.
I sat up and tucked my towel around my waist a little tighter, stood and went straight for my dresser. I grabbed a pair of boxers and socks and put those on before heading for my closet and tossing an old, worn pair of jeans on, a thermal and an old tee. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my wallet and keys, threw on my boots and headed toward my piece of shit truck.
I knew exactly where I was going because it was where I planned on going every night until I forgot about Caroline Hunt.
My truck started but barely and I tore out of our driveway not bothering with my seatbelt, kicking up dust and rocks as my tires spun against the loose gravel. I’d replaced my stereo because I couldn’t stand radio, at least not Kalispell radio, and plugged my phone into the audio cable. Bastille’s Dreams remake blasted and I turned it up, letting the painful lyrics wash over me, fueling my desire to get plastered as quickly as possible.
I entertained myself with thoughts of strangling Spencer Blackwell with both hands then beating the crap out of him with my fists. Bastard. I pulled into the local pub and put my piece into park before tucking my left foot into the emergency brake.
I disconnected my phone and the stereo went silent, reminding me of how alone I really was. I turned the engine off and absolute silence surrounded me. I couldn’t take it. My door creaked with age as it swung open and I slammed it shut, unable not to. The fury raging in my blood was more than I could contain.
Before heading inside, my hand went to the empty space between the cab and the bed and searched for the bottle of whiskey I always had wedged in between. I took a large swig, not wanting to spend too much of my savings on the liquor inside the crap establishment. After all, I was going to need it. Revenge was a costly business.
I took one more swig for good measure and wedged it back in its usual place then wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve. My hair swung heavy in my eyes. It was still a little wet from my shower and I thought about tying it back with the extra leather tie I usually kept in my glove compartment but thought better of it. It helped me hide and I wanted to hide.
I looked around me. The lot was full but I only recognized a few cars this time which was good because I had no intention of making conversation. Regardless, most of Kalispell had stopped trying because I’d rarely done any responding since Cricket cut out my fucking heart and ate it raw. The hair was only insurance.
I took two deep draws of air, gulping it down, desperate for it to soothe me but, of course, it didn’t. I let each escape my lips in shaky breaths and clenched my fists over and over before deciding to head inside.
My boots crunched the gravel beneath my feet as I headed toward the door. When I entered, I ducked my head toward the floor and let my hair cover me, not that it did any good other than to conceal me. I could still feel the heat of their stares, though, still feel the pity in their gazes. I wanted so badly to yell at them to fuck off but I kept as much composure as possible. I couldn’t get kicked out of the only real bar in Kalispell.
I picked a stool at the end of the bar, the same stool I always did in the corner and in the back because it was dark. I sat and met Vi’s eyes. She sauntered over to me, placing her elbows on the bar top, giving me a clear view of her generous chest. I held back my eye roll.
“Hello, darlin’,” she drawled. “You look like shit.”
“The usual, Vi,” I told her as quietly as I could.
“How ‘bout a kiss then first?” she asked, leaning in a bit more.
“Christ, Vi, how many times? Huh? Just get me the gosh damn drink.”
She laughed. “Already worked up then, I see. I like it,” she said, winking.
Vi, or Violet, was thirty-nine years old, had lived in Kalispell her entire life, and had worked as a bartender for over fifteen years. I could tell at one time Vi had been a beautiful woman but I could also tell she had heard many hollow promises from equally hollow men and that she obviously believed them all. Otherwise, why would she still be there? I watched her tired eyes and her slightly too-forced smile. She had the look of someone who used to be chased but had graduated to the chaser. She looked miserable.
She left and returned with an empty glass and a bottle of Jack. She set the glass on the bar and filled it to the brim. She was being generous. She was always this way. She told me once she hoped I would drink it all away and decide to take her up on her offer. I told her that would be a cold day in hell, to which she only laughed.
“Drink up, buttercup,” she said, smiling lasciviously.
“I will,” I told the bar top.
I watched the world around me through the breaks in the hanging strands and six glasses later, I was starting to finally feel numb. I lifted my head a little feeling slightly relieved, feeling like I could breathe a little deeper now that the ache wasn’t so severe. I continued to search the crowd, not knowing who I was really looking for.
A quiet but persistent nagging awareness took residence in my chest for some unknown reason as I watched a girl dance on her own in the middle of the dance floor. Others around her paid no attention to her but she was the first person my eyes were drawn to. I studied her.
Her hair was tucked into a blue scarf, little tendrils peeking through and grazing across her neck whenever she moved. She was extraordinarily tall and her hips and rear end were more indulgent than I’d ever considered before. She turned slightly, giving me her silhouette. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were full. She was beautiful, I could tell, even if I couldn’t see her fully through the low lights.
“Jeez,” I said, swiping a hand down my face. “I’ve had too much.”
But I still couldn’t stop watching her. She wore worn jean cut offs, a fitted button up with the sleeves rolled up her forearms and ankle boots. She rolled her shoulders playfully, enticing someone she knew just off the dance floor. Another girl joined her side and they did the robot. She threw her head back and laughed.
This shocked me almost sober. “That laugh,” I whispered to myself. “That laugh,” I repeated. I knew it but couldn’t quite place it.
She took her friend’s hand and twirled her around the floor vivaciously. She was so full of life. So my exact opposite.
She lightheartedly skipped in place and raised an arm in salute to her friend before turning toward me.
That’s when I got a good, clear look at her. I gasped out loud and placed my hand on the back of my head, my elbow on the bartop, ducking my head down lower to hide myself further.
Please, please, please do not recognize me, I thought, still watching her from the corner of my eye.
She stood two seats down from me. “Vi!” she said, laughing a little. “Vi!”
Vi turned toward her. “Hey, baby! What’ll it be?”
“Can I have a water, please?” she asked, sitting down and releasing a breath of exhaustion. She continued to smile, though, and it ate a little at my gut.
“Of course,” Vi answered and started to pour water into a clear plastic cup. Vi’s eyes pinched a little. “Hey?” she said.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“How come I never see you drink anything harder?”
Her face fell a little but picked right back up. No one would have noticed it but me. “I’ve never had good luck with alcohol,” she admitted a bit sadly.
Vi was quick enough to recognize something there that didn’t want to be said and let it go with a nod, handing over the water without another word.
“Vi!” someone else called out and she walked their direction.
She took a long drink from her water and set it down, turning toward the crowd and surveying the dancers. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, some private joke she shared with herself.
I looked on her for a long time. Long enough for my heart to calm itself. Long enough to struggle with myself in an internal argument. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t watching her because I found her attractive, though I knew she was. Only that I was wondering what she was doing there.
She turned around in her seat after catching her breath and glanced at me. For a moment, I believed she didn’t recognize me but I was wrong. A second scan confirmed it for her. She leaned in and narrowed her eyes. Shit.
Ethan?” she asked. “Is that you?”
“Hello, Finley,” I answered.


For fans of the Seven Deadly, check out the new cover art for Vain and Greed:

Find Vain on Goodreads, AmazonBarnes & Noble
Book Blurb: 
If you’re looking for a story about a good, humble girl, who’s been hurt by someone she thought she could trust, only to find out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought she was and discovers an empowering side of herself that falls in love with the guy who helps her find that self, blah, blah, blah...then you’re gonna’ hate my story.

Because mine is not the story you read every time you bend back the cover of the latest trend novel. It’s not the “I can do anything, now that I’ve found you/I’m misunderstood but one day you’ll find me irresistible because of it” tale. Why? Because, if I was being honest with you, I’m a complete witch. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a friend using, drug abusing, sex addict from Los Angeles. I’m every girlfriend’s worst nightmare and every boy’s fantasy.

I’m Sophie Price...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most envied girl to the girl no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Find Greed on Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes & Noble:
Book Blurb: 
Gather ‘round, love, because I want you. I want what you have, I want what you don’t have, I want more of what I already have. I want. But if you so much as ask for something in return, go ahead and walk away. Know if you want to play in my world, it’s every man for themselves and the weak become mine. Leeches will be obliterated because I make it my job to destroy them. I protect what’s mine and I take what’s yours…because that’s what I do. I want.

My story will not endear me to you and, frankly, I could care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and nothing else. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry, immoral asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every girl’s fantasy.

I’m Spencer Blackwell…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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Ahhh love them so much! A huge huge thanks to Fisher Amelie and InkSlinger PR for allowing me to participate in this cover reveal!


Tuesday, March 31, 2015

ARC Review: Come To Me Recklessly (Closer To You #3) by A.L. Jackson

The blurb as seen on Goodreads:
Release Date: April 7, 2015
Publisher: NAL
448 Pages

From the New York Times bestselling author of Come to Me Softly comes another irresistible new adult romance in the Closer to You series.

His heart was turned off…
Until she turned him on…

Christopher Moore gave up on the idea of love years ago. Now, his life is an endless string of parties and an even longer string of girls. Enjoying the physical perks with none of the emotional mess, he’s convinced everyone that he’s satisfied—everyone but himself.

Samantha Schultz has moved on with her life. Finishing her student teaching and living with her boyfriend, she’s deluded herself into believing she’s content. But there is one boy she never forgot—her first love—and she keeps the memory of him locked up tight. She will never allow any man to break her the way Christopher did.

When Christopher’s sister and her family move into a new neighborhood, Christopher is completely unprepared to find Samantha living at the end of the street. Memories and unspent desires send them on collision course of sex, lies, and lust. But when guilt and fear send Samantha running, Christopher will have to fight for what has always been his.


Christopher Moore has always been this mystery to me. While reading the first two books in this series, I was constantly drawn to him, wondering what his story was. He was an enigma and when I heard that there would be a book focused just on him, I could not wait to get my hands on it.

The first two books, Come to Me Quietly and Come to Me Softly, were good, but there was something about them that didn't fully captivate me, but they kept me interested enough to continue the series.

Then came Christopher's story and the introduction of Samantha Schultz. We finally got to see high school Christopher and he was adorable. And we ultimately see his downfall. I liked watching him grow and become a person with feelings again the more he was around Samantha. Their friendship was believable as two people trying to reconnect with all these heavy feelings around them. And I also adored Samantha.

Samantha Schultz has not had an easy life. Being the pastors daughter and the sister to a cancer ridden brother made her notorious in high school but also caught the eye of troublemaker Christopher. Their relationship was fast and came crashing down. Years later they reconnect through Ally, Christopher's sister, and it's not smooth sailing to say the least. It also goes to show just what a little communication can actually do.

The one thing that bothered me though, was at the low point when Christopher changed, it seemed he was more caught up in losing Samantha then the fact that his best friend had lost his mom, tried to kill himself, and disappeared. I don't know. I mean, I get first love and it's supposed to be sweet and everything about how his world revolved around her, but it really seemed to demean what happened to Jared.
 
Come to Me Recklessly is by far my favorite in the series. And a shout out to Stewart, Samantha's brother, who stole every scene he was in. You are magic, sir.

I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

ARC Review: Love After All (Hope #4) by Jaci Burton

The blurb as seen on Goodreads:
Release Date: March 31, 2015
Publisher: Jove
304 Pages

In the latest novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Hope Burns, a woman discovers that the man she least expects is exactly what she needs…

High school math teacher Chelsea Gardner has the perfect plan. She’s tired of dating all the wrong men, and after years of frustration, she’s developed a foolproof list of requirements for finding “The One.”

Bar owner Sebastian “Bash” Palmer finds Chelsea beautiful, smart and fun, but he thinks her list is ridiculous and unnecessary. Intent on proving Chelsea is looking for love in all the wrong ways, he offers to help her find the “perfect” man.

Chelsea knows Bash isn’t the right guy for her—he barely meets one of her criteria—but there’s something about the charismatic man that has her yearning for things that are most definitely not list approved.

Because sometimes, a relationship that looks totally wrong on paper can turn out incredibly right…


 
 Chelsea Gardner is tired of dating the wrong man. She just wants to find someone who will treat her right, someone she can see a future with, and someone who is perfect for her. So she decides to make a list of qualities that her perfect man must possess. While deep down she knows that there is no perfect man, this doesn't halt her in her mission.

Bash Palmer (real name Sebastian) has known Chelsea since high school and recently he's felt this intense sexual chemistry between them. However, he knows that he's not right for it, in fact he's the exact opposite of everything on her list. So, of course he offers to help her find her perfect man.

Yes, you read that right.

This was not the first Burton book I've read, but this is the first from this series. I find that her writing style is easy to read and has a nice, smooth pace. Her characters are well defined and I enjoy the dialogue she writes. I especially enjoyed the sexual tension between Bash and Chelsea. Whoa baby, it was definitely steamy. There was never a doubt of their chemistry.

I adored Bash. Here was a man who knew who he was, and he was successful to boot. He owned his own bar and had plans for expansion. He also was the type of guy who rolls with the punches. When a pyscho ex dumps a tiny dog on him, he just takes her into his life. And let me tell you, a manly man with a little purse dog was just too adorable for words.

My main frustration with the book was Chelsea herself. I liked that she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. She was also an independent, successful woman herself. What bothered me was her constant need to find the "perfect man". Every page we were reminded of her list and her search. She spends so much time wasted, focusing on these little details that she doesn't notice how Bash, while not perfect, is perfect for her.

This book was filled with banter, sexual chemistry, and some swoonworthy moments. I enjoyed reading it and am now actually very interested in reading the rest of this series.

 
I received an e-copy of this novel from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for my honest opinion and review.
 
 
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