I can’t express how much I enjoyed reading this book. This is not your typical romance story. It starts with Luke and Lila breaking up, and then the majority of the story is either how they are both trying to move on or flashbacks to how they met and what led up to their break up.
What really stood out to me was even though they were no longer together, they both knew it would almost be impossible to find a new relationship with just an ounce of the perfection they used to have together.
The author doesn’t reveal why they broke up, it just comes in dribs and drabs. But when you do find out why, there is understanding but also frustration as all this hurt could have been so easily avoided.
This is my first book by this author, and I will definitely read more from her in the future. Will go out on a limb here and say that this book would translate perfectly in to a movie.
WITHOUT PROMISES (Under the Pier Book 2)
by Delancey Stewart
Release Date: May 21st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Trent McNeil was a classic trust-fund kid until he watched a team of firefighters save his family home. From that moment on, he rebelled against the path his parents were determined to keep him on. Now a San Diego firefighter, he knows he’ll eventually be expected to take over the family empire. But until that day, his only plan is to have fun and enjoy life.
After a childhood of upset and uncertainty, Amy Hodge is going to make something out of herself. She has her future all planned out. She’s starting medical school and is going to be busy…far too busy for a relationship. But she does have time for a quick fling before she buckles down and concentrates on her studies.
Amy quickly realizes that playboy Trent is not all he seems to be. Never relinquishing control and sticking to her plans has done well for Amy, but no one has ever made her want to throw caution to the wind like this sexy firefighter.
Each book in the Under the Pier series is STANDALONE:
* Without Words
* Without Promises
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 review by Aisling
A sexy smile slid across his face as he looked at me, maybe picturing me with jet-black hair, and then his eyes dropped to my lips, causing a little jolt of energy to dance in my stomach. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I licked my bottom lip, and his eyes widened slightly.
What the hell was that? Now he thinks I’m trying to seduce him or something. God, I’m terrible at this. This. This is why I don’t date.
I stiffened, but Trent’s smile didn’t fade. He was still watching me, and his hand found mine where our thighs touched beneath the edge of the bar. His strong fingers wrapped around mine, and I felt my breath catch at the contact.
“Can I kiss you, Amy?” His voice was sandpaper.
Oh my God. Say yes.
I nodded, and he gently wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, his mouth lingering just centimeters from mine. I closed the distance, curious to feel his mouth on mine, to taste those perfect laughing lips, to press myself into this easygoing playboy and absorb a bit of his light.
Trent’s lips met mine softly, and they stayed pressed gently there for a beat, and then he moved, slanting his mouth against mine, pressure building. We were facing each other fully now, and I let go of his hand and slid my palms up his arms, lingering on those swollen biceps. Trent rose to stand between my knees where I perched on the high stool, deepening the kiss. For what felt like long moments, I was lost in the push and pull. It was like being taken out by a wave, giving myself to the undertow and letting go, being sucked under into sweet, cool, dark water.
When he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at me, a wide smile spread across his face.
“Exactly what I expected,” he murmured. “Fucking perfect.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“I’m not big on labels, but there are a few that fit me (not necessarily in this order. Or maybe in this order):
– wine drinker (and wine geek)
– mother of small boys
– military spouse
– chocolate eater
– ice cream addict
I write about emotional connection and intimacy, and love giving readers smart, sexy books to curl up with.”
Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
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REVIEW by Kassa
I have never read a MM book with a slow burn. Seriously. They are always smack dab in the middle of everything and have sexy times. This one was different. It was one of the slowest slow burn books I have ever read and I immensely enjoyed the beginning. I rooted for Tony and Joey from the start, shook my head over yet another stupid rule in their group of friends and hoped that they could overcome everything and be together, because the tiny stolen moments they had together were fantastic!
Unfortunately the slow burn faded a bit in the end and the last parts seemed rushed and not as thought through as the rest of the book. For this kind of slow burn, I expected a big boom before the end. Something that would make me bite my nails and shed some tears, but there was nothing. No really big blow out, in fact, I found it rather tame for the way it was constructed. I found it not very believable, because all of the characters were characterized as impulsive, bullheaded and passionate about their group and their feelings which is what made me expect a stronger conflict that would take longer to heal, but it seemed as if the author wanted to just finish the book. I found it a bit disappointing.
The characters were cool. I connected with almost everyone of them and enjoyed reading about their antics and the strange relationships inside their group.
All in all I enjoyed reading this book, but as I said before, the conclusion came too fast and wasn’t fully believable for me
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Bane, the highly-anticipated next standalone in the Sinners of Saint Series by L.J. Shen is LIVE
Naked surfer. Habitual pothead. A con, a liar, a thief and a fraud.
Last I heard, he was extorting the rich and screwing their wives for a living.
Which is why I’m more than a little surprised to find him at my threshold, looking for my friendship, my services, and most puzzling of all—looking humbled.
Thing is, I’m on a boycott. Literally—I cut boys from my life. Permanently.
Problem is, Bane is not a boy, he is all man, and I’m falling, crashing, drowning in his sweet, perfect lies.
Hot as hell, cold as ice.
I wasn’t aware of her existence until a fat, juicy deal landed in my lap.
She’s a part of it, a little plaything to kill some time.
She is collateral, a means to an end, and a side-bonus for striking a deal with her oil tycoon stepdad.
More than anything, Jesse Carter is a tough nut to crack.
Little does she know, I have the f****** teeth for it.
REVIEW by Lea
Bane is no different. Its 2.18am and ive just finished.
Now i have to try to and sleep, with images of the devilishly appealing Bane running through my mind…oh sweet dreams are made of this!
So, its now a week AB (After Bane…im inventing a new calendar!) and im still reeling, still lost for words and still in awe of LJ’s pure brilliance.
This book is just wow! Both Bane and jesse have this magnetic pull to them. I love Jesse’ resilience and strength. I adore the way Bane protected Jesse, but not in that usual Alpha, dominating way, more nurturing and devoted.
This book will most definitely break you at some point.
I think these 2 might just have edged their way to top spot in my fave couples list.
A godless thief.
My reputation was a big wave that I rode, one that swallowed everyone around me, drowning every attempt to fuck with what’s mine.
I’d been known as a stoner, but power was my real drug of choice. Money meant nothing. It was tangible, and therefore easy to lose. See, to me, people were a game. One I’d always known how to win.
Move the rooks around.
Change the queen when necessary.
Guard the king at all fucking times.
I was never distracted, never deterred, and never jealous.
So, imagine my surprise when I found myself being all three at once.
It was a siren with coal black hair who robbed me of riding the biggest wave I’d seen that summer. Of my precious attention. Of my goddamn breath.
She glided from the ocean to the beach like nightfall.
I crouched down, straddling my surfboard, gawking.
Edie and Beck stopped beside me, floating on their boards in my periphery.
“This one’s taken by Emery Wallace,” Edie had warned. Thief.
“This one’s the hottest masterpiece in town.” Beck had chuckled. Con.
“More importantly, she only dates rich bastards.” Liar.
I had all the ingredients to pull her in.
Her body was a patch of fresh snow. White, fair, like the sun shone through her, never quite soaking in. Her skin defied nature, her ass defied my sanity, but it was the words on her back that made my logic rebel.
It wasn’t her curves or the way she swayed her hips like a dangling, poisonous apple that warranted my reaction to her.
It was that tattoo I had noticed when she swam close to me earlier, the words trickling down the nape of her neck and back in a straight arrow.
My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You
I only knew one person who went gaga over the Russian poet, and, like the famous Alexander, he was currently six feet under.
My friends began to paddle back to shore. I couldn’t move. It felt like my balls were ten tons heavy. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust, maybe, but even that wasn’t the word I was looking for. No. This girl fucking intrigued me.
“What’s her name?” I snatched Beck’s ankle, yanking him back to me. Edie stopped pedaling and looked back, her gaze ping-ponging between us.
“Doesn’t matter, bro.”
“What’s. Her. Name?” I repeated through a locked jaw.
“Dude, she’s, like, way young.”
“I will not repeat myself a third time.”
Beck’s throat bobbed with a swallow. He knew damn well that I didn’t mess around. If she was legal—it was on.
Jesse Carter was going to be mine before she even knew me.
Before I even knew her.
Before her life turned upside down and her fate rewrote itself with her blood.
So here was the truth that even my lying ass wouldn’t admit later on in our story—I wanted her before.
Before she became business.
Before the truth caged her in.
Before the secrets gushed out.
I never did get to surf that day.
My surfboard broke.
Should have known it was an omen.
My heart was going to be next in line.
And for a small chick, she did one hell of a fucking job obliterating it.
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About LJ Shen
L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.