Saturday, May 31, 2014

Book Review: Delectable by Adrianne Lee

By Adrianne Lee
Release Date: May 27, 2014
Source: Publisher
Summary: Montana real estate agent Quint McCoy will tell you that the most important thing is location, location, location. It's a lesson he learns all too well when he goes incommunicado for a four-week fishing trip to Alaska. While he's away, his mother Molly turns his office into the pie shop she has always dreamed of, Big Sky Pie. But that's not the only surprise in store for him.

On her way out of town, Callee McCoy only wants to say a fond farewell to her beloved mother-in-law. But Molly soon persuades Callee to stay and lend a hand at the new shop, even if it means heating up the kitchen with her soon-to-be ex. As Callee and Quint rediscover their recipe for love, they realize that some couples are so sinfully good together that one delectable taste is never enough . . .

Review: As a fan of baking, I love books that revolve around the main character either baking or working at a bakery. On the other hand, I'm not normally a fan of the plot revolving around couples who are already married and are working on their problems, but I thought Callie and Quint's story sounded too good to pass up. 

After his father died, Quint's entire world fell apart. He grew further from his wife and disappeared on a fishing trip for four weeks with no phone, cut off from the world. So when he returns home, the last thing he expects is to find his mother took over his entire real estate office to build her pie shop. Callee is ready to move on with her life and back to Seattle, but when Quint's mother has a heart attack, Quint and Callee are thrown together to try to save the pie shop that hasn't even opened yet. Can they fix their marriage or is being forced to work together a recipe for disaster? 

There's just something about simple, sweet romances that get me every time. I absolutely loved Delectable and how cute their lives and story was. I mean, who wouldn't want to save a pie shop? I really loved Callee's character and how insecure she was about something as simple as her baking skills. Haha, she was terrified of even trying to bake because she was so scared of failure, even though she wanted to be good at it so badly. Also, I thought that Quint's little secret about baking was super cute. Callee is definitely right, there's just something about a man who can bake…

While Quint definitely seemed like a jerk in the beginning when he had just abandoned Callee and his life when his dad died, I do understand how hard it was for him to deal with such a devastating loss. It was sad, though, how he had completely ignored how Callee would have felt during that time. That being said, I really liked how Callee didn't just take Quint back the moment he showed up, but rather made him really work to earn any trust back from her. What he did broke her heart and did not deserve forgiveness right away. Quint and Callee had to work for their relationship and try to figure out how to make it better than what it was before. Of course, you can't fix a relationship without the sweet mother doing some plotting of her own! 

Overall, Delectable is just like a cherry pie: sweet and impossible to put down after one bite. I finished this book in one day and couldn't wait for more. Though this is my first book by Adrianne Lee, I can't wait to pick up more of her books and devour the sweet stories inside!

Stacking the Shelves (102)

Stacking the Shelves is a meme hosted by Tynga's Reviews where bloggers share what they got throughout the week!

From Library Sale

I'm trying to collect Sarah Dessen books for my classroom library when I'm a teacher and I found Dreamland for only $1 at my library! I didn't have this one, so of course I had to buy it! 

From Library

I have been dying to read Huntley Fitzpatrick's new book, and it finally came in at the library! I can't wait for the chance to read it! 

From Publisher

Some great looking books came in the mail for me this week! I haven't read anything by Kristen Ashley before, but her books look so cute! And Delectable looks like a book I'm going to love. 

That's it for me! What did you all add to your shelves this week? 

Friday, May 30, 2014

Book Review: To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han

To All the Boys I've Loved Before
By Jenny Han
Release Date: April 15, 2014
Source: Library
Summary: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is the story of Lara Jean, who has never openly admitted her crushes, but instead wrote each boy a letter about how she felt, sealed it, and hid it in a box under her bed. But one day Lara Jean discovers that somehow her secret box of letters has been mailed, causing all her crushes from her past to confront her about the letters: her first kiss, the boy from summer camp, even her sister's ex-boyfriend, Josh. As she learns to deal with her past loves face to face, Lara Jean discovers that something good may come out of these letters after all.

Review: As a major fan of Jenny Han, I was dying to get my hands on her latest release. Not only is the cover gorgeous, but I loved the idea of a girl writing personal love letters only to have them actually mailed to the boys she's loved. Once I started the book, though, I just couldn't connect to the character as much as I wanted to. 

When Lara Jean finally gets over her crushes, she writes them a love letter to say goodbye. These letters are sealed and placed in her mother's old hat box, meant for her eyes only. So when the five letters she's written are sent out, Lara Jean has to confront her past crushes and face her past. In the end, though, Lara Jean learns more about herself and those she's loved, and may just be able to change her future along the way. 

The premise of this book was so promising. But the one deal breaker for me in any book is the main character. If I don't like the main character, I have a very hard time enjoying the novel. In this book, Lara Jean is 16 years old, but she acts so immature and naive to the point where it was ridiculous. I swear she was a 12-year-old trapped in a 16-year-old body. She had no idea how to really function in a social setting and was clueless when it came to relationships and general teenage behavior. I get that she was supposed to be inexperienced and sheltered, but it got so annoying how naive she was when she pretended to date Peter and tried to understand her sister and Josh's relationship. She just didn't get what it was like being a teenager at all, despite the fact that she was one herself.

The part I really liked about this novel was how unpredictable Lara Jean's story was. I really didn't know what was going to happen to Laura Jean or the boys that she wrote the letters to. Who was she going to end up with? Anyone? During the book, though, I felt like her "connections" with the other guys, like Josh and Peter, were a bit forced and out of the blue. I didn't really buy her relationships with them, especially because she acted more like their little sister than an equal. Her naivety just made it hard for me to picture her in an actual real relationship when the guys seemed to actually act their age. Maybe Lara Jean was so naive because she looked up to her sister so much and didn't know how to act when she was gone, but I just don't think she would have been that clueless. 

While Lara Jean wasn't my favorite, I really did enjoy her sisters. They seemed like much more dynamic characters than Laura Jean. Heck, even her promiscuous best friend Chris had more depth than Lara Jean, even though I was annoyed with Chris by the end, both with her behavior and how random her appearances in the novel when she's supposed to be Lara Jean's so called "best friend." Overall, I was really disappointed with how I just couldn't connect with this book. I had expected a lot from Jenny Han and was left feeling uncomfortable with the main character and uninterested in her story. 

Follow My Book Blog Friday (138)

This is a meme hosted every Friday by Parajunkee, where book bloggers answer a question each week and check out how others answered it. It's a cool way for bloggers and viewers to connect and learn more about each other!

Question: How important is good writing to you? 

Answer: Oh, wow. I have very strong feelings about this topic. Seriously, just ask my family. If I read a book with any grammar mistakes or horrible writing, I rant to no end to anyone who will listen. Honestly, if you want to be a writer and publish your book, there really shouldn't be a ton of mistakes. One or two I can understand, but when it gets to too many, I get to the point where I'm like

That's why I've become very wary of reading anything that's independently published. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of respect for all writers and have read some fantastic indie books, but I've had to many experiences where I've read a book by an indie author where there were at least five mistakes per page. After the first chapter, I had no idea how I could make it through the book, no matter how good the story is. 

Now, going past grammar mistake and onto writing in general, I need good writing. When I read Fifty Shades of Gray, her writing made me want to bang my head against the wall…

How many more times could Ana bite her lip or talk about her inner goddess? I mean, come on. Give us some variety! And that book was a bestseller!? I guess some people are okay with bad writing and a good story (though I do have to disagree with the "good story" part…really? Fifty ShadesI? I just think people were too excited to finally read erotica in public and the book just happened to be out in the right place and the right time..but that argument is for another time). I, however, can only enjoy a story when the writing is good. The story can be predictable, cliche, and cheesy, but I will still love it if the writing really pulls me into the story and is enjoyable. 

Long answer short, good writing is a must for me. 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Blog Tour + Giveaway: The Scoundrel's Seduction by Jennifer Haymore

The Scoundrel's Seduction
By Jennifer Haymore
Release Date: May 27, 2014
Summary: Temptation Knows No Bounds…

Undercover agent Sam Hawkins has devoted his life to protecting king and country. So when he receives orders to assassinate a ruthless traitor, he doesn't question his mission. But Sam didn't know his deed had a witness—the beautiful and mysterious betrayer's wife. Now he has no choice but to take her as his prisoner—one he can neither trust…nor resist.

Élise, Lady Dunthorpe, will do anything to escape her powerful captor—including seducing him senseless. She didn't know of her miserable husband's crimes, but she has secrets of her own—secrets that threaten everything she holds dear. With his piercing dark eyes and gentle touch, Sam inflames Élise's deepest desires, but how could she ever trust a man who won't let her go? Caught between the crown he's sworn to serve and the woman he's come to love, Sam will risk his heart—and his very life—to keep her safe.

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1. In three words, how would you describe THE SCOUNDREL'S SEDUCTION?
Adventurous, sexy, romantic

2. If you could be any character from THE SCOUNDREL'S SEDUCTION, who would you be and why?
I’d be Élise. She’s witty and fun, and she tends to see the positive in most situations. She’s so resilient!

3. What is your favorite part about writing historical romances?
I think it’s true that history is stranger than fiction sometimes, and I love that about history—you can stretch the bounds of people’s behavior and their experiences in a way you can’t when you write contemporary fiction.

4. If you could choose anyone to model for the cover of one of your romances, who would you choose and why?
A young Colin Firth would be absolutely perfect for Sam!

About the Author
As a child, Jennifer Haymore traveled the South Pacific with her family on their homebuilt sailboat. The months spent on the sometimes quiet, sometimes raging seas sparked her love of adventure and grand romance. Since then, she's earned degrees in computer science and education and held various jobs ranging from bookselling to teaching inner-city children to acting, but she's never stopped writing. 

You can find Jennifer in Southern California trying to talk her husband into yet another trip to England, helping her three children with homework while brainstorming a new five-minute dinner menu, or crouched in a corner of the local bookstore writing her next novel. 

Tour Giveaway
One lucky winner will receive a pack of titles from Jennifer Haymore! Five more winners will receive a copy of The Scoundrel's Seducation by Jennifer Haymore. Just fill out the rafflecopter below! US Only

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Waiting On Wednesday (145)

This is a meme hosted by Breaking the Spine where every Wednesday bloggers highlight a book that they are eagerly anticipating the release of!

By Kim Karr
Release Date: June 8, 2014

Always in control, Xander Wilde considered life on the road to be a perfect fit for him. But when disaster strikes on the Wilde Ones’ latest tour, fate intervenes…and a newly single Ivy Taylor, the only girl he has ever loved, steps back into his life.

After moving past her painful breakup with Xander years ago, Ivy was poised to become the next big name in pop music…when suddenly she withdrew from the limelight—the same day she announced her engagement to her controlling agent, Damon Wolf.

Xander knows he should keep his distance. But once they’re on the road, he can’t resist pursuing her for a second chance. Yet a jealous Damon can’t let her go—and he’s keeping dangerous secrets that could destroy them all. 

When the three of them come together, everything falls apart. But if Xander and Ivy can hold tight to the bond that connects them, they just might have a chance at reclaiming the powerful love they thought they had lost forever.


I am so excited for the third book in Kim Karr's series! This series is so crazy and addicting and I can't wait to see what happens in this next book. The first two centered around Dahlia and River, so I'm excited to read a different story, but in the same world Dahlia and River live in. Hopefully Xander and Ivy are just as lovable! 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Launch Day Blitz: The Gamble by Kristen Ashley

The Gamble
By Kristen Ashley
Release Date: May 27, 2014
Summary: Love is the greatest gamble of all . . . 

Nina Sheridan desperately needs a timeout vacation. With a fiancé who can't even remember how she takes her coffee, Nina wants some distance to rethink her engagement. Flying halfway around the world from England to a mountain town in Colorado should do the trick. But when she finds a gorgeous man at her rental cabin, Nina's cold, lonely adventure suddenly heats up.

The owner of the house, Holden "Max" Maxwell is surprised by the beautiful woman who turns up at his door. But when Nina becomes ill, Max spends days nursing her back to health. A private man with a broken heart, Max finds himself drawn to the strong-willed woman. Soon it becomes impossible for Nina and Max to deny their growing attraction to one another. Yet even as these two wounded lovebirds think about taking a chance on a relationship, a dangerous secret from Max's past emerges-and threatens to end their love for good.

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“I thought we were going to enjoy being alive, breathing and alone.” I reminded him.
“We’re not really doing that.”
“Let’s move onto that phase of the evening,” I suggested.
His fingers curled around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.
“Good idea,” he murmured.
“Do you want a beer?”
“I can make some hot chocolate,” I offered.
“Thanks, but no.”
“Do you want anything?”
My stomach dipped and my body grew tense.
“There’s somethin’ I been wantin’ awhile.”
“Take my mind off things.”
My head came up and I repeated, “Max.”
His fingers slid into my hair again and his eyes focused on my mouth. “Be a good way to celebrate breathin’, bein’ alive, and bein’ alone.”
“Kiss me, Duchess.”
My hand went to his chest as his hand pressed my face closer to his.
“You’re being domineering again,” I informed him. I felt his mouth grin under mine and watched his eyes do it.
“Yeah, baby, fair warnin’, when we’re naked, you better get used to that.”
I gasped at his words. Then he kissed me.
It could have been the snow falling softly all around the A‑frame, the fire burning in its grate, the soft lighting under the cupboards in the kitchen, and just the lamp by the couch being lit making the house more cozy and romantic than ever.
It could have been what happened that day to Mindy, Brody, Max, and me and relief that we were all here, still able to walk, talk, breathe, kiss.
It could have been Max’s long fingers in my hair, his hard, warm body so close to mine, his mouth tasting vaguely of coffee and cake and strongly of Max.
It could have been that this was Max, and today he proved he was more Wonder Max than ever.
Or it could have been he was just a very good kisser.
But I melted into him and his kiss, tipping my head to the side, lifting my hands to his neck and sliding my fingers into his thick hair, touching my tongue to his.
He growled in my mouth and at the feel of it, the sound of it, my body responded to just how much I liked that noise coming from Max and the fact that it was me who made him make it, and I pressed into him.
His hand went from my waist, up my shirt, and I felt the rough pads of his fingers against the skin of my back.
My body liked that too.
I pressed closer.
Max twisted his torso to me, pushing me back into the chair, his hand coming to my front, running over my ribs, my midriff, and up to cup my breast.
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips when his warm hand closed over my soft flesh.
Then I kissed him, our tongues tangling, his thumb stroking my nipple. One of my hands went from his hair to tug up his shirt and it slid in, gliding along his hot skin and solid muscle.
His finger found his thumb and together they squeezed and rolled.
I felt this dance through my body, most specifically straight between my legs, and it felt so good, I liked it so much, I lost it. I pushed him back and followed him, moving up over him to straddle his hips as my hands went to his shirt, lifting it up. Max helped, his hands going from me to the back of his neck, where he tugged the shirt over his head, down his arms and he tossed it away.
It was my time, my chance, his magnificent chest was right there in front of me and I wanted to explore.
So I bent, my lips going to his neck, my hands going to his body. Both explored. Fingers, lips, tongue, teeth. I slid down, bowed my back to get to him, taste his skin, drift the tips of my fingers across the ridges of his belly, run the edges of my teeth against his nipple, the sound of him sucking in breath forcing a surge of wetness to strike between my legs.
His fingers curled into my shirt and up it went, forcing my torso up, my arms. Then it, too, was tossed away and Max’s hands came to my back, pressing in, forcing me to arch forward, pushing me up, and his lips fastened on my nipple over my bra.
            “Max,” I breathed as the sensation of his mouth closing on me rocked through my body, my hands sliding into his hair, and his tongue flicked out.
Even over my bra this felt better than his fingers, way better. He had a very strong tongue.
“More,” I demanded on a whisper, my hips instinctively rolling against his hard crotch. His mouth went away but his hand pulled my bra down, his fingers curling around my breast and there it was, Max’s mouth direct on me.
I tipped my head down to watch and there was something so amazing about Max’s dark head close to my skin. His tanned hand holding my breast to his talented mouth. I couldn’t hold it back and I heard my moan as it escaped my lips.
His head tilted back, his face more beautiful suffused with want, especially his want of me , and he muttered, “Jesus, honey.”
“More,” I whispered again, and suddenly we were up, Max’s hands at my bottom. My legs went around his hips, my arms went around his shoulders, and he was striding to the stairs.
I couldn’t stop, didn’t have near enough of him. Maybe I could never get enough. But I was going to try. I bent my head and put my mouth to his neck, tasting it with my tongue, tugging his earlobe with my teeth.
Before I knew it, we were by the bed, Max bent at the hips, and the light went on.
“Drop your legs, Duchess,” he ordered, and I did as I was told.
I no sooner got my feet on the floor than the drawstring was pulled on my pajama bottoms and they pooled at my ankles and then I was up again, only to be partially placed, partially tossed on the bed.
I watched Max follow me down but he didn’t land on top of me. His hands slid up my inner thighs, spreading my legs, and then his mouth was on me, over my panties.
I heard the low, rough noise escape my throat as his mouth moved on me. Then he muttered, “Fuckin’ soaked,” before his fingers shoved the material of my panties aside and his mouth
was on me.
I bucked against his mouth and moaned, “Max.”
It was debatable whether his finger or his tongue was more gifted until his finger slid inside and his mouth covered my sweet spot and sucked deep. My whole body jolted at the sheer beauty of it and I knew a combination of the two was the best.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, because it was coming and it was going to be beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
Then Max’s finger slid away and his mouth moved up an inch and he kissed me over my panties.
My head shot up and I cried in protest, “Max!”
His hands went to my armpits and he hauled me up and twisted me in the bed until my head hit the pillows and he came down on top of me.
“You stopped!” I accused.
“We’re comin’ together this time, baby,” he said against my mouth, and then kissed me, his tongue sliding inside. This time I tasted me on Max and it was so appealing, me mingled with Max, I forgot to be angry that he left me hanging and I kissed him back.
He rolled to my side, his finger hooking in my underwear, tugging it down, and I pedaled my feet to kick them off. They no sooner left my ankles than Max’s arms came around me and he rolled to his back, taking me with him and I pulled up, straddling him, and my hands instantly went to his jeans. His hand went to the nightstand. I unbuttoned. He pulled open the drawer.
I slid down his thighs and bent low, touching my lips to the flat, taut skin over the waistband at his fly as I kept unbuttoning. His hand came to my hair. I got the buttons undone and yanked the jeans partly down his hips and saw my first glimpse of the true meaning of Wonder Max.
He was beautiful all over.
My hand wrapped around him for half a happy second when I was pulled up, rolled over, and Max was on me.
“You keep stopping me in the middle of the good stuff,” I snapped, my hands sliding down his back, one going in his jeans and over his bottom and it was soft (his skin) and tight (his muscle) and I immediately decided I loved it.
Max ripped open a condom with his teeth before he grinned, his mouth came to mine, and he promised, “You’ll get the good stuff, Duchess.”
His hand was working between us but his mouth was now covering mine and he was kissing me again and then his hips were between my legs and, just as I was really getting into the kiss, I felt the muscles of his bottom bunch under my hand and he thrust into me.
The feel of him, so big, so glorious, surging into me, filling me, connecting me to him, made me break our kiss as my neck arched reflexively and I committed that moment to memory, burned it into my brain, knowing I’d never forget it as long as I lived.
My other hand went into his jeans, both my legs bent at the knees to give him deeper purchase, and I pressed them against his sides as Max pulled out and rammed back in.
“That’s beautiful,” I whispered the God’s honest truth.
“You’re absolutely fuckin’ right,” Max muttered his agreement, pulling out so I could only feel the tip and then slamming back in.
My fingers flexed, my legs squeezed, and my mouth begged, “More, darling.”
He gave me more. He gave me his mouth, his tongue, his right forearm in the bed beside me, his left hand fisted in my hair, and he thrust into me harder, faster.
It was back. It was coming. I was coming and he’d been right the day before—it was going to be so big, I was going to split straight out of my skin.
I panted, my hips rocking with his drives.
“I can feel it, Jesus, Nina, you’re ready,” Max groaned.
“Come for me, baby.”
“Okay,” I breathed, and did what I was told.
I closed my eyes and my head rolled back, my hips reared up, my hands went from his behind to become my arms wrapping him tight and I gasped as it tore through me, hard, long, and soul-destroyingly beautiful.
Max’s face was in my neck and I felt his growled release against my skin half a second after I felt him drive in deep and stay planted there.
After, neither of us moved for a while. Max stayed buried deep, his face in my neck and my arms stayed wrapped around him, my thighs pressed to his sides.
Finally, Max rolled to his back, his arms coming around me as he settled me, straddling him and still connected, on top.
“Yeah,” he murmured against my neck as his hand drifted along the skin of my back. “It’s fair to say we got chemistry.”

About the Author
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

Tour Giveaway
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Top Ten Tuesday: Books I Would Reread If I Had the Time

This is a meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish where each week bloggers share a list of books for the prompt given. So hopefully I'll have a new list to share with you all each week!

This Week's Topic: Top Ten Books I Would Reread If I Had the Time

This week is a freebee week, so I decided to pick the top books I've been dying to reread, but simply haven't had enough time. With so many books on my TBR list, it's almost impossible for me to reread books I loved but have forgotten as the years go by. Here are the books I'd love to reread sometime soon!

1. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
2. City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
3. Chain Reaction by Simone Elkeles 

4. Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell
5. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
6. The Boyfriend League by Rachel Hawthorne

7. Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
8. Summer in the City by Elizabeth Chandler
9. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

10. Divergent by Veronica Roth

Monday, May 26, 2014

Book Review: Mended by Kim Carr

Mended (Connections #3)
By Kim Karr
Release Date: June 3, 2014
Source: Publisher
Summary: Always in control, Xander Wilde considered life on the road to be a perfect fit for him. But when disaster strikes on the Wilde Ones’ latest tour, fate intervenes…and a newly single Ivy Taylor, the only girl he has ever loved, steps back into his life.

After moving past her painful breakup with Xander years ago, Ivy was poised to become the next big name in pop music…when suddenly she withdrew from the limelight—the same day she announced her engagement to her controlling agent, Damon Wolf.

Xander knows he should keep his distance. But once they’re on the road, he can’t resist pursuing her for a second chance. Yet a jealous Damon can’t let her go—and he’s keeping dangerous secrets that could destroy them all. 

When the three of them come together, everything falls apart. But if Xander and Ivy can hold tight to the bond that connects them, they just might have a chance at reclaiming the powerful love they thought they had lost forever.

Review: When I first picked up this book, I expected more of River and Dahlia's story. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the third book in the Connections series actually focused on Xander, River's older brother, and his relationship with his ex high school girlfriend and singer Ivy. I was excited to get to know Xander, who we only had a glimpse of in the previous books, and learn more about what made him so serious. 

Xander Wilde takes no risks in life and likes everything under his control as he manages his brother's band. But when his brother has to pull out of their tour, a blast from his past shows up and Ivy Taylor steps in to sing for the band. Xander broke Ivy's heart when they were 18, but all of those years apart have done nothing to Xander's feelings for her. Ivy has tried to move on with music agent Damon Wolf, but his controlling ways drive Ivy to going on tour and rediscovering her strong feelings for Xander. But Damon doesn't want to let her go that easily and Xander and Ivy have to put their relationship to the ultimate test. 

Wow, I absolutely loved River and Dahlia's story, but Xander manages to follow up with an enticing story of his own. I loved how Xander and Ivy had an intense history that hinders their relationship, even 12 years later. There were some intense moments they had shared in the past, and it's pretty hard to forget them as they reconnect on their tour. When they finally meet again, there's no way they can just pick up where they left off. Through flashbacks, we're shown their history throughout the novel as we follow them now as they try to trust each other again and see if they can at least rekindle a friendship as their attraction to each other comes racing back. 

As always, I loved the music aspect of this series. I fell in love with SC Stephens' Thoughtless series, and Kim Karr's Connections series is the perfect story to move on to. Ivy is the lead singer of their band and it's fun to see how powerful she is with her music, yet vulnerable she is with Xander. Being on tour added a fun twist to their story and a lot of drama as their traveling from place to place and forced to be around each other, even when they don't want to. 

While we have a different couple in this one, you just can't go wrong with the Wilde men. I understood Xander so much more in this one and loved him just as much as I did River in the first two novels. I am beyond excited to finally follow Bell's story in the fourth book and discover more about who the third Wilde child really is. September can't come soon enough!

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