Book Review: Crash Into Me (Heart of Stone #1) by K.M. Scott

February 6, 2014March 9, 2014Leave a comment

4 stars

Blurb:

What would you give up for everything?

Tristan Stone was powerful, commanding, sex incarnate. And he wore it all so well. From the moment his mesmerizing gaze met mine, I had no choice but surrender to everything he was. His power. His decadence. His passion. He was all I never knew I needed.

He wanted to possess me, and I wanted to be his everything. All I had to do was accept what he offered. But everything has a price.

The world he gave me fulfilled my wildest dreams, but would that be enough when the past crashed into the present?

MY REVIEW:

This is one of those books where you are saying to yourself along with the main female character, “This is too good to be true.” So just from that you can tell how frustrated I was with one alpha male named Tristan Stone. A man of very few words, but willing to give one lady the world…..What’s the catch???

I’m trying to give the goods of this book without giving spoilers and for this book this is a challenge for me. Tristan is a powerful, wealthy man who walks into Nina’s life one evening while she was working and she instantly knew that she was attracted to him. Considering she was at work, and he’s surrounded with a female entourage, she knew he was way out of her league. Once her shift was completed and she was ready to head home, Nina found herself in the dark alley startled by that same man who appeared to be waiting on her. With quick decisions to make, Nina found herself on the ride of her life, but when she thought it had ended, it had only just began.

This book has lots of secrets, and it’s those secrets that keep you so drawn into the book. Nina is unsure of her relationship status as lines have been blurred and Tristan is definitely hiding something. The frustration I felt toward Tristan is unbelievable as I could feel that he was hiding something, and for the life of me I didn’t understand why to me it appeared that Nina ignored this small detail, choosing to focus on other surface issues. You will definitely get some hot body action, but the vulnerability that stands out for both Nina and Tristan you can’t sweep under the rug. They both have some things to work through and a past that intertwines like no other. Can love overlook some of Nina’s worst fears of her past, and can Tristan hold onto something he never thought he would find????

You will certainly enjoy the ride that K.M. Scott takes you on with this couple but if I could offer any advice………….pay attention to details in this book. You know those nagging little questions that pop up when you read a scene and have that WTF moment, or the raised eyebrow indicting you’re not buying it. I was pissed at the end of this book, because I did not see the ending unfold as it did in this novel. This book does have a cliffhanger so you might want to grab book two when you get this one so that its waiting. It’s a must read so grab it and add it to your TBR list.

Cover Reveal: HOLD ON TIGHT by Serena Bell

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A note from author Serena Bell…

Hold on Tight, my June release, is all about secrets. Mira Shipley’s secret baby, the one she conceived with army Ranger Jake Taylor before he vanished for eight years. The secrets Jake keeps from Mira even once he’s home from war, emotionally battered and physically injured. And the biggest secret of all—the one they’re both keeping—how strong their feelings are, and how fast they’re falling for each other.

So I figured it was time to let one secret out of the bag: Hold on Tight’s fabulous cover. Without further ado, here’s the first peek at Mira and Jake:

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Hold on Tight by Serena Bell

A Loveswept Contemporary Romance

On Sale June 17, 2014

In Serena Bell’s heartwarming novel, a young mother and a battle-scarred veteran must decide if they can rekindle the sparks they once shared.

Fighting for his country gave Jake Taylor’s life shape and meaning. Now as an injured war hero he struggles to find purpose, until he runs into the gorgeous woman he dated briefly—and disastrously—before being deployed eight years ago. Turns out Jake doesn’t just need to figure out how to be a civilian . . . he also needs to learn how to be a dad.

Eighteen, pregnant, and totally lost, Mira Shipley couldn’t track down the soldier who fathered her child, so she put college on hold and focused on making a good life for her son. Now she’s determined to be something more than Sam’s mom, her parents’ daughter, or Jake’s girl—as hot as she finds her old flame’s take-charge attitude in and out of bed. Soon Mira and Jake realize that their passion didn’t disappear when Sam was conceived—and that instead of running away, sometimes it’s better to hold on tight.

ABOUT SERENA BELL

Serena Bell writes stories about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do stupid things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy romance before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and has been perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever since—a skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two school-aged children.

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Random thought……..

February 6, 2014Leave a comment

I was sitting here and contemplating a few things, but more than anything I was remembering my grandmother. Today she would have been 83 years young, and although I miss her endlessly, I thank her for all of her support.

My granny was my biggest advocate and support. Even at a very young age, she saw that when other kids wanted to play, I was content with a book. I can remember her always saying that if enough people read books then the world might not be so ignorant. Not really knowing what that meant at that age, she was always there to fuel my reading fire. Her gifts to me were subscriptions to reading clubs like the Baby sitters club and yes Harlequin Romance novels. The fights between her and my mother were endless as they would argue over why my grandmother would let me read romance novels at the age of 9. Young age, yes I agree but I’m glad she did.

It was interesting reading romance novels and not having the slightest clue what some of the graphic details were but then it got me researching and asking questions. For those who knew my granny, she did not beat around the bush. Ask her a question and you will get a very real answer. And one that might leave you with you jaw on the floor from shock. Nonetheless everyone loved her for it. Granny was a big advocate of “give her the facts now so that she can make better decisions as she gets older”. Sex education came at a very young age with her, and there definitely wasn’t a stork involved nor birds and bees. lol

If I were an addict, books were my addiction and granny was my supplier. Feeding my habit every chance she got, from gifts for every occasion, to buying them at the book fair at school, to picking up books from the goodwill. Yes, I was addicted to them from the very beginning and the more I read the more my vocabulary increased (because I was looking words p in the dictionary that I didn’t know), which in turn improved my spelling. My elementary school couldn’t believe my state reading test scores were that of a college level student. I became familiar with To Kill a Mockingbird, Lord of the Flies and authors such as Daniel Steele, Sandra Brown, Alice Walker, and so many others. Reading lead to poetry and poetry to writing. I broadened my mind by entering young author competitions in elementary school and winning, to writing essays that won contest in high school, to even writing my first young adult novel then (which is all handwritten in notebooks and unedited and unpublished).

I look back on these memories and all I can do is smile. Granny encouraged me to do that which I loved and have loved for as long as I can remember. I thank her for encouraging me and feeding my habit. Today I still read like 90 going north, and even review books and have a book blog (I never saw that coming). I’ve even started on a new novel. Reading is my solace, my comfort, and yes I get bitchy when interrupted from a good book. Reading is my escape from reality and always has been. There is nothing like black ink on white paper bounded together with a journey yet to be revealed (now this includes my Kindle). Later on Granny revealed to me that she used to do the same thing in which I found comfort in; devour a good book in a matter of hours only to start again with a new one. I miss her dearly, but I know that each time I start a new book, it’s like she’s there with me and I take comfort in that.