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BOOK TOUR: The Art Of Letting Go – Anna Bloom (+ DELETED SCENE)

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Today is The Book Lovers stop on the amazingly awesome book tour of The Art of Letting Go. Because Anna loves me, she has also given me a deleted scene, which i was contemplating adding in…well, because, i wanted to be greedy and keep Ben for myself, but because i am soooo nice, I have decided to share the goodiness of it!

You can thank me after 😉



One year. One woman. One Diary. One question: can you ever stop history from repeating itself and if you could what would you do to stop it?

When Lilah McCannon realises at the age of twenty-five that history is going to repeat itself and she is going to become her mother—bored, drunk and wearing a twinset—there is only one thing to do: take drastic action.

Turning her back on her old life, Lilah’s plan is to enrol at university, get a degree and prove she is a grown-up.

As plans go, it is a good one. There are rules to follow: no alcohol, no cigarettes, no boys and no going home. But when Lilah meets the lead singer of a local band and finds herself unexpectedly falling in love, she realises her rules are not going to be the only things hard to keep.

With the academic year slipping by too quickly, Lilah faces a barrage of new challenges: will she ever make it up the Library stairs without having a heart attack? Can she handle a day on campus without drinking vodka? Will she ever manage to read a history book without falling asleep? And most importantly, can she become the grown-up that she desperately wants to be.
With her head and her heart pulling her in different directions can Lilah learn the hardest lesson that her first year of university has to teach her: The Art of Letting Go?




My Review

I would firstly like to thank Anna for sending me an advanced copy – well in advance (with my name written over it – woop woop) – of her book The Art Of Letting Go. You cannot understand my excitement when she sent it to me and my little acknowledgement! I have been wanting to read this book for months now, and when it arrived in my mailbox, I quickly finished my last book and got into the story of Ben and Lilah pretty much from the get go. (As all my followers should know…this book was all I could talk about for days…okay it still is…)

The Art Of Letting Go is definitely a book that deserves a place on your kindle and deserves your utmost time to devour everything inside of it. Anna has put blood, sweat and tears into this book to make it what it is – and it’s a book that is just so refreshing to read, so different from other books that I have read. Firstly it is set in diary entries, dated and timed too. This gives the book a sense of realism and Anna’s writing style is spot on for a dairy and that you feel that you shouldn’t be reading it, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s invasive, but you couldn’t give two hoots, you just have to keep on reading about Lilah’s life. She develops all the characters and you feel towards all of them, want to be a part of their little gang and wish you were back at university, experiencing everything all over again.

We have all had a diary once in our life and this helps Lilah deal with everything happening in her life – from leaving her job, going to university, falling in love and going through all the things that happen in the book. It’s a great way to learn about everyone in the book. Secondly, Anna is spot on with her writing style. She uses sarcasm and humour perfectly, she knows how to make you swoon in Ben and Tristan scenes, you will cry, you will laugh, you will get annoyed and it’s a journey of overcoming obstacles and things put in Lilah and all the characters ways. How they overcome their first year of university. And that ending. Dear god Anna, give me Year Two now please!

Anna writes real life. Its not all rainbows and fairy dust, oh no. You will have distractions and roadblocks in the way, you have characters with insecurities and trials and tribulations but one of many real things in the book? The friendship. Yes. I am so close to my university friends despite leaving last year and I can see how real their bond is. How real their love is for each other.

The Art of Letting Go is just that. Lilah is fed up of working for her father and after a cigarette break, she decides to just not return to work and instead, go to university. Lilah is bonkers, like I pure, bloody love her! At 25, she doesn’t want to end up like her mother, so on a whim, she walks away from her job and signs up to university. She makes rules that, of course, are broken within the first couple of hours but you can’t help but love this girl. Crazy as she is, you gobble up all of her diary entries, wanting to know more about her days at university, more of her crazy ass lifestyle and more about the swoon-worthy Ben Chambers. Oh yessss.

At points I wanted to smack her around the head and shout at her to tell Ben her feeling for him. You can see from her entries that she does care for him, throughout all the dilemmas in her way, but its hard for Lilah to let go, to admit her feelings for him until, really, its kind of too late and time is running out. You do root for Lilah and Ben, you see how perfectly they fit together and how Lilah, as the book title says, is in the art of letting go, and at the end of the book, it’s a tiny cliff-hanger but one where you want to know it’s going where you want it to. Know that Lilah has manned the fuck up and realized she’s about to let someone SO important to her go. She lives by Taylor Swift songs and even if you don’t know all of them, you can guess why they are important to that certain scene and why Lilah thinks that song sums up that entry. She really is a brilliant character and one that you must read about!

I do have to say, Anna warned me I would either start drinking or smoking throughout reading the book…I have to say, a lot of wine was consumed throughout the duration of this book (seeing as I don’t smoke). I am warning you now hahah.

Ben. Ben, Ben, Ben. MY darling Ben. He plays guitar and sings…in a band people! UHH weakness. He has dark hair, amazing blue eyes and freckles. How sexy is that?! He’s gorgeous, but hates the attention, he can be cocky and his smirk *sigh* and he is instantly drawn to Lilah. Well, he had been searching for her for the past nine months, after spotting her one Christmas at a Do he was playing at. Ben is sweet and lovely and really wants to be with Lilah, despite the roadblock, shall we say, in the way of the actual getting together – but he’d wait a life time for her. He will do absolutely anything to be with her, be around her and just have Lilah in his life. You can see how much he likes her, fancies her. Everything that Lilah is writing down, you can see that although she doesn’t see it, we, as the reader can see the way Ben acts with Lilah.

So something happens that makes you think “Oh Benjamin” But you trust him, because of how much he loves Lilah, even if she can’t see it and won’t let him explain. Even through her entries, you know he’s telling the truth about that night. Why would he be saying all these things to Lilah and wanting to spend all his time with her, if he was lying about that night? Nope, I believe my Ben!

Your heart breaks for him too. Lilah can’t trust him and doesn’t really want anything to do with him and he tries his damn hardest to get through to her, to see her, to make it right. He literally spends his time trying to get her to open her door. He will sit and wait, he will do whatever he can to make it up to her, to get back to how they were. But Lilah is stubborn and doesn’t let him.

Uhh and then his band has the chance to go to America to record an album, and you can actually see Ben, although he probably wants to go, he doesn’t want to leave Lilah. Those two just hotfooted around that and I wanted to shake them both and tell each other their feelings (Okay, so Ben is more open about his) and Lilah to say no, but then I was proud of her for not saying anything too because this is a big deal for Ben and his band. I was torn. I wanted Ben to stay, but I wanted him to chase his dream and make it big.

There are sooooo many amazing scenes…okay, the whole book is just amazing but there is one scene that I go on and on about to Anna – on text and twitter – but I can’t tell you want it is…my god, I want to shout it from the rooftop but I cant. BUT it proves just how freaking sweet and perfect my Benjamin is and my heart hurt and burst for him and Lilah. Dear god, that scene.

Can I also swoon over Ben singing ‘Hey There Delilah’ (That song was on repeat a hell of a lot) and Taylor Swift.  PLEASE be real Ben, I need you in my life.

I adored the secondary characters – Meredith and of course, Tristan the arse. Meredith, despite being a few years younger than Lilah, is such a brilliant friend. Her and Lilah are just so great together and cause mischief but there are some tender and heart-breaking moments between the two and you just know that cements it for them – they have a bond that can’t be broken now. And Tristan. He’s Lilah’s twin brother and an arse, yet he really isn’t. He’s a beauty, and I really enjoyed the scenes with him. He too, is there for Lilah, he becomes close with Ben and he falls for the lovely Meredith. Their relationship is the cutest and despite the age gap, they are so right for each other.

I cannot tell you enough times to get your arse to Amazon, 1-click and open that book file asap. You want British humour and sarcasm? You want a wacky but fun heroine, you want a guitar-playing, sexy and loveable BRITISH hero and a hell of a lot in-between? Did you say yes? Well what the hell are you waiting for, The Art Of Letting Go is for you and its available at your becking call. GET READING right now and fall in love along the way with the characters and with Anna – she is one author to look out for! FOR SURE!

Once you start it, you won’t be able to put it down….I sure as hell couldn’t!


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Stomping on the Grave of Rules 1, 2 and 3

Drunk is not so good.

Five pints of beer later we are stumbling out of the Student Union bar, Meredith is drunk—really drunk—and is making rude gestures at Ben who is walking a few paces in front.

We must have been in the bar longer than I thought; I am surprised to find that it is getting dark outside. The last couple of hours have been strange to say the least. We have been sitting at a table whilst Meredith holds court with a vast number of suitors who wander over. She does not seem interested, just accepting free drinks when bestowed. This explains why she is so royally smashed. Ben and I have been talking, talking and talking. I don’t even know what about, just general chit chat that seems to flow easily between us. Feeding each other little bits of information about ourselves. For instance, he knows Trev the barman because he played a few gigs here during his band’s early days. And that’s why he chose this university. I told him about the bank and working for my dad and what it is like to stare at a computer all day; something he knows nothing about.

All I know is that we have been gravitating towards each other like magnets; first knees turning to find other knees, then torsos turning, then hands sliding forward. Eventually, one of us would have to break the tension and get up to get a round of drinks. I can’t drink anymore though, so I think it better to lock myself in the safety of my room where I cannot keep trying to touch him, like a demented stalker.

The blue coloured twilight sets his form into a contrast of shadows and makes his hair hard to make out as we stumble across campus. Drunk as she is, Meredith still perceives the change between Ben and me and she is not so discretely pushing me over to him.

What is she? Like twelve or something?

I glare at her, but of course, that’s not something she seems to notice.

“Yous need to shtalks toose him,” she slurs.

“And tell him what?”

I am just being difficult. I know exactly what she means. And she is right: I have to tell him the truth. I have to be brave and honest, and tell him all about myself, just so if he is truly interested, then he knows everything. But I can’t tell if he is just playing me or really interested in me.

It’s scary how out of practice at this stuff I am.

Meredith falls further behind—on purpose—and then steps away in a different direction, instantly lost in the shadows.

“Ben!” I call, my hand reaching out to slow him down. Of its own accord it slides down his arm and his fingers link with mine. He turns his face, now pale in the half light, and leans in close to me.

Please don’t kiss me and make this harder! Please just kiss me anyway!

“Yes, Lilah.”

His voice is low and the sound of my name whispered off his lips makes my stomach dip in an alarming manner. My body will not listen to reason and steps into him. We are just standing there breathing; it feels completely electric.

I am feeling very inebriated. Again. Everything is starting to whirl around the edges, like I am caught in the eye of a storm. His fingers are easing along the edge of my jeans, tracing a cool pattern along my midriff and over the exposed top of my hips. I try to suppress a gasp, but fail as he slowly pulls me in close and I tilt my head up to look at him. His eyes are as black as midnight in the darkness, but they still show their intent as clear as day. It feels like I am experiencing the whole moment in slow motion as he lowers his cool lips to my own. He is not tentative like the other night, like he is not quite sure if he is going to get clocked around the head. This time there is a determination in his lips, and the hands that are locked around my hips pull me closer—as close as is physically possible under the circumstances.

My resolve weakens in a flash and I meld myself into him; my lips on his, hands in his hair, then along his back clutching at his t-shirt as if I don’t ever want to let go. Which I don’t. He backs me up against a tree and we stand under the turning leaves, lost in an oblivion I have never experienced before. I am greedy for it and want more. I tug his head down to mine and kiss him with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. Which is a lot.

Why I am doing this? Ben Chambers makes me want to punch him every time he opens his mouth, but at the moment all I want to do is kiss said mouth like there is no tomorrow. It makes no sense.

His hands lift me up off the ground and I wrap my legs around him, something I have never done before. Ever. My back is snagging on the bark of the tree but I don’t care in the least. The more pain the better. If it hurts, then it will somehow make it better. Make what I am doing better.

What Am I Doing?


The thought hits me like a slap in the face.

I am cheating.

The worse bit is not the fact that I am cheating on John, it is the fact I am cheating myself. Three days ago I came here to get away from my nightmare life, but as far as I can tell, I am just bringing the nightmare along for the ride.

I push against his chest, disengaging my lips and limbs from his. He does not let me get far. He just loosens his hold fractionally so I can slide down the length of his body until I am in a more suitable position. He is leaning down into me; his forehead is still pressed against mine, eyes closed.

“I broke my promise,” he says. His voice is thick and low.

At first, I do not know what he means.

“If anyone is breaking promises it is me,” I say.

Then I recall his words to me in the kitchen yesterday and I allow myself a smile. He smiles too. I can feel it: his nose skims along my jaw line and I take a deep breath. This is far harder than I thought it would be.

“I forgive you,” I say as I kiss his lips.

So shoot me. I can’t help it.

He presses against me and I know I need to speak now or I never will. And have to tell him the truth.

Please don’t like me. I don’t deserve it. I am a bitch who makes promises she does not intend to keep.

“Ben, wait.”

I pull away again, although not far enough, and his nose is still trailing up and down my neck. His lips follow leaving a pattern of their own, burnt into my skin. This is not working. I push away and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“I can’t do this Ben, I’m sorry.”

Then I run away like the big fat girl that I am. I don’t tell him anything apart from the embarrassing fact—one even I didn’t know—that I quite like to be groped whilst being pushed up against a tree.


ea979-annabloomblogpicture28229Author Bio

Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer who writes about life as it happens. Combining a busy schedule of looking after two small children whilst working in a local school and completing The Uni Files series she also spends a lot of time imagining kissing hot guys – all in the name of her art.

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BOOK TOUR: These Things About Us – Laura Beege


Today is The Book Lovers stop on the These Things about Us book tour. I’ll be giving you my review and a deleted scene 😉

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Antonia is leaving the last shards of her life in Tucson behind to find her mother and start over. Turns out that’s easier said than done. London is a pretty big city, a hundred bucks don’t get you far and you can’t just make your past disappear.
When sweet and caring uni student Wesley gets her a job and a room in his father’s pub, Tony is unprepared for his older brother Trace who despises her at first sight. She’s unprepared for someone whose secrets might be darker than her own.
Following a path of breadcrumbs and tangling up in Trace’s past, Tony slips back into a world she thought she’d escaped the day her father went to prison.

5 /5 stars



My Review

When Laura emailed me and asked me if I would like to read her book These Things About Us and be a part of her tour, well once I had read the synopsis, I said yes. A girl looking for her mum and wanting to forget her past life, a caring guy who takes her under his wing and a broken man who despises her from first sight. What isn’t there to love?

For a debut, Laura really sucks you into the story. From the synopsis, nothing is revealed and so throughout the book you keep thinking about Tony’s past life, what her secrets are, what Trace’s secrets are, why he doesn’t like her, why he’s intrigued by her. Because there are so many questions you are drumming up throughout each page, you just keep flicking through the pages, needing to find the answer to your questions.

There are also a few shocking revelations along the way too – which of course I am not going to spoil for you but I didn’t expect any of them to happen. Especially with Wes. I’m probably blind but I did not catch on.

I started this book on a lazy Sunday afternoon and had finished it on the Monday evening (damn work getting in the way). It’s a quick read, but only because you will be reading at lightning speed. You will be sucked into the story, into the drama, into the secrets and as I’ve mentioned, the synopsis reveals hardly anything and you will not want to put the book down. Nope, not at all.

I love books like this, the ones where you just don’t want to sleep or eat, and Laura really made this happen with me. Although work did get in the way, I was reading it through lunch and on the way home and then just lounged on the sofa reading it. Yupp that is how much I was infatuated by her book.

“You look at me like that with your big eyes and I think of ripping those clothes off your body.”

Trace is broken. He sleeps around to get so exhausted he falls asleep, he blows hot and cold and he has a temper, but on the other side he’s caring, he does have a heart and music is a big part of him. His past is something that although he wants to forget, he can’t and then along comes Tony and everything is brought up once again, hence why he doesn’t want to be near her and acts like a complete and utter douchebag when they are in the same proximity. But to me, there was just something about him that I liked. Despite his douchebaggyness, I was drawn to him. I really liked him and I knew underneath everything he was actually a sweet and caring guy, he just had a bad past that made him act out.

He does blow hot and cold with Tony but you can see that he does like her, even if he doesn’t or won’t admit it to himself or to her. I know many of you will probably dislike him at first, but I actually didn’t. Is that weird? I really did like him from the start. His cocky demure, his tattoos, especially the spider on his neck, his musicality and then his sweet side. The side that I suppose no one has seen for quite a long time. But there is just something about Tony, or should I say Kitty that just brings it out in him.

When the secret is out, ohhh I just wanted to jump into my kindle and hug the shit out of Trace. You understand why he didn’t like Tony at the start but then why he let himself get to know her and fall for her and then at the end, my heart broke. I’m not going to spoil it but dear god, there NEEDS to be a book two. I need to know what will happen with Tony and Trace.  Like right now!

Tony is a strong girl. She’s had to be with the father she has but her past is one that she wants to forget and change. From being a party girl, who slept around and had a bucket loads of cash to flying over to London to find her mother with a backpack full of clothes and hardly any money. She’s doing her best to stay afloat. She’s spunky and courageous and wants to put her past behind her and change her lifestyle and her style up. She doesn’t want anyone to know about her past – it’s off limits. She can stick up for herself, she can give as good as she gets but deep inside shes also vulnerable. She’s in London to find her mother and despite the fact she now knows Wes, shes still alone in her search, in walking around London. You really do feel for her, from the way Trace acts towards her, to wanting and needing to find her mother. All she wants is her mother, as any teenage girl would.

I really enjoyed that although she didn’t want to go back to how she was, and with Trace she was scared she was going to, admitting it out loud really was the first step and she thought being with trace would make her take steps backward yet it didn’t. She was stronger and more aware than anyone and Trace was there every step, convincing her that she would never return to the person she used to be. I was really proud of her throughout the whole book, even when sad events at the end took place.

Enter Wes, who is her new BFF and takes her under his wing so she had a job and somewhere to stay whilst she searches for her mother. Thing is, Wes is Trace’s brother and Trace is not happy at all. Wes is charming and funny and the sweetest guy around. He’s put up with shit from Trace and now that Tony has entered his life, I think he feels freer, that is has someone he can tell his secret too, as hes scared of telling his dad and Trace. Despite the fact he knows Trace’s secret and he warns Tony away, he still looks out for her. There was a time where I was like “just leave Tony and Trace along Wes” but then

I loved the chemistry between Trace and Tony. It actually is instant, even Trace acted like a dick towards her at first, they both have this hot and cold relationship, towards one another but Trace does care for Tony, in his weird way. Although he didn’t like her, he was always there for her, and Tony just couldn’t help wanting him even though he was a knobhead at times. They really were suppose to just gyrate towards one another, they couldn’t stay away and getting past the rocky start it was easy for them to be together, to spend time together and be there for one another. It broke my heart at the end but what Trace does, you can truly see that Tony is the one for him, that he will always be there for her.

I will fangirl over Laura and this book so much. I will fangirl and love Trace too. Even though I’m not allowed him because he is Tony’s, a girl can dream about an imaginary character cant she? I’m too greedy for more of Tony and Trace’s story so much so, that after this review, there is a deleted scene. Yes, I am a greedy little girl but I will always want more, so you bloody better buy this book and join me in pestering Laura for her to write book two pretty damn fast.

NOW GO and BUY IT! And then come back after and read the deleted scene.



Deleted Scene

“This scene was in a very early draft of These Things About Us. Back then it even had a different title: Flightless. When you read the scene, you might notice that more than the title has changed since then. If you’d try to fit it into the book as it is now, it would kind of [SPOILER ALERT] happen just after they visited Trace’s mom. [End Spoiler ;D]
The scene itself is pretty spoiler-free. You can read it even if you haven’t finished the book yet. Enjoy!”

“Where are the chairs?” I asked as we stepped into the circular room. The only light came from the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, but that was about all there was in the room besides a couple of speakers. Judging by the empty grey walls and the stone floor, this was where you brought people to be shot, not to enjoy a theater play. “Where’s the stage? Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s not funny.” I wrapped my arms around myself and looked back at the chatting people walking in behind us.

“Relax, Kitty.” Trace cupped his hands around my shoulders and guided me across the room where we turned to face the center. “This is going to be fun, I promise.”

I nodded. I was probably overreacting. Dad’s call had put me on edge. His threats still rung in my ears and this was the kind of middle of nowhere where nobody heard you scream.

“Okay.” Swallowing, I reached up to my shoulders and grabbed one of his hands for support. He wove his fingers through mine and squeezed them lightly. I barely had time to enjoy the little sparks his touch sent through my skin into the merit of my bones because the iron door thudded shut, sealing us in with three dozen strangers. And then the lights went out. I jumped back, right into his chest, and his hand fell from my shoulder to my waist. Squeezing my eyes shut, I grasped his hand harder.

Nobody was hurting me here. Nobody was going to take me away. This was theater. Dad wasn’t here.

“Ssh, it’s okay. Look at the walls,” Trace whispered close to my ear and wrapped his arm around my middle, pulling me into the crook of his body, close and safe.

The walls. I could do that. After a long, deep breath I managed to open my eyes to the strangest mural I’d ever seen, and my fears washed away. Bright colors were shining from the walls, green, purple, red, mixed into a wide scenery. I turned in Trace’s embrace, trying to get a view of the whole room without leaving my safe spot. Someone had painted a fluorescent rain forest on the walls. It wasn’t just trees and grass and bushes, though, there were animals.

Hard to spot between the leaves and branches, but there were snakes and monkeys, bugs and a tiger. It was a piece of glow-in-the-dark art.

“This is amazing,” I whispered.

“Thank you,” Trace replied.

I swiveled around again, but the mural’s light wasn’t enough to get a good look at his face. I doubted he thanked me for looking at the paintings – he thanked me for complimenting the art. His art? It had to be. It would explain his absence from work last week. But I thought he’d stopped drawing.

A pang of guilt went off in my stomach when I drew my eyes back to the detailed painting. I should seriously spend more time on getting to know him. Maybe he secretly was a theater geek.


“Sssh.” His finger on my lips silenced me just in time for my attention to fall on a dancer. He/She/It was dancing in the middle of the room and the only way I could trace the movements was by the glowing skeleton painted onto his clothes. His face was painted as well, as one of those Mexican skulls. Mostly white, but parts were red others remained black and unpainted. From somewhere in the audience, another skeleton appeared. Both of them danced individually through the room, one of them almost bumped into us, but Trace maneuvered us a step aside as if he knew the choreography by heart. Eventually both skeletons ended up in the center of the room and stilled in their movements as they noticed each other. It was mesmerizing to watch them take each other in. They compared their hands, their feet, the ribs where their hearts would be if they had any. As if they’d never seen one of their own kind before. The first skeleton took the second one by the hand, and violin and piano sounds poured down the walls and echoed through the room.

Whatever had happened before, it couldn’t have been dancing. When the two connected, that was dancing. Their bodies were in total synch. Each movement fit. They fit

perfectly into each other. Eventually more and more skeletons appeared, whisking them apart but the initial two kept coming back to each other.

I didn’t quite understand the ending, though. A giant tiger appeared, probably carried by at least two people and it sort of ate all skeletons – they all disappeared into the belly of the tiger – until only one skeleton remained, pirouetting in the center of the room. It was the one who had appeared first. The tiger left, the lights flickered on, and the blonde girl kept twirling around and around even as the door was opened. Even as people filtered out of the room.

I held Trace back until the very end, but the girl kept spinning, and eventually we had to leave, too. There was something unnerving about her constant pirouettes and the fact that they shut her in. She probably stopped dancing the second the door closed behind us, but I couldn’t be sure.

While the rest of the audience left the building, Trace and I waited for Vince in the front room. “You know, I was expecting Shakespeare. Not… this.”

“Hmm.” A grin was obviously tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he tried – and failed – to contain it, as his hand tangled with mine again. “Vince doesn’t do traditional.”

Vince wasn’t really what I wanted to talk about. “Did you paint all that?”

“What if I did?” His thumb flicked against mine and I couldn’t help the impression that he was challenging me.

“Nothing. It’s just… stunning. You told me you didn’t draw anymore but the painting was totally amazing.” I flicked my thumb back at his and smiled up at him. “You’re not ashamed of it, are you?”

“Can we talk about something else? Anything?” Trace sighed and stepped closer, hooking his finger into one of my belt loops and pulling me towards him. I came willingly, allowing our mids to connect, but bending back just enough to keep my eyes trained on him.

Concentrating on forming words became difficult as he slipped that finger from the belt loop into the waist of the jeans, sliding it along my hip bone. I fought down the sigh

climbing up my lungs and wrapped my hands around his arms instead. “I’m not letting you distract me, Trace. Why do you want to talk about something else?”

He bent down, spilling kisses on my cheek. I let my eyes flutter close at the sweet touch. For a moment, I was okay with being distracted as his scent filled my nose and his stubble rubbed against my skin so perfectly. But then his lips brushed my ear and he whispered, “Because what I do isn’t stunning. Or amazing. You look at me like I’m… I don’t know. Like I’m worth a lot more than I really am. Like I’m a better person than I really am. I want to be that man you see, but I’m not. So we need to change the topic, because otherwise it’s inevitable that I’m eventually going to disappoint you.”

“You won’t,” I replied but mentally added I hope. Because I still wasn’t convinced that I’d survive this thing between us. I was at the theater not a club, we weren’t having wild bathroom sex and we weren’t snorting white lines – but that didn’t mean that Trace couldn’t shatter me to pieces if he wanted to.

“You don’t sound convinced.” Trace gave a husky laugh that vibrated through his chest but that I knew wasn’t real.

“I’m convinced that you’re just as talented as I think. I’m convinced your music and your art are as amazing as I think. I’m not convinced that at the end of the road, there won’t be disappointment.” I tilted my head and pressed my lips against his jaw. The simple fact that I thought I could spend the rest of my life kissing him like that proved my theory. “I think you have the power to ruin me.”

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About the author, Laura Beege:
Laura likes to call herself an international girl. She grew up in an Asian/European family in Germany, spent some time as an exchange student in France, moved to England after graduation and eventually landed back in Germany, where she’s currently working on her degree in Theater & Film. No matter where she will be next year (Manhattan?) or the years after that (Italy?), she intends to keep on writing.
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**Book Tour**DELETED SCENE: Bullet – Jade C. Jamison.

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HELLO and welcome to The Book Lovers stop on the Bullet tour.

I’d like to thank Shh Moms Reading for setting up the tour because if you are an avid follower and reader of my blog, you know that I have read and reviewed many of Jade’s books and I have loved every one of them. She’s a great author and a great person to talk to, so I’m so happy to be a part of this, because she truly deserve all the attention she gets!

Anyway, The Book Lovers has a special post for you.

I know we ALL love Bullet, so how would you like a deleted scene?

I’ll tell you now, its a good ‘un. So without further ado, I present the deleted scene to you all!

Enjoy !

Deleted scene from Bullet

Jade C. Jamison

 “Hello?”  I didn’t recognize the number on the caller ID, but I answered it anyway.  I knew Clay was working on getting some execs at his studio to listen to our CD, so I didn’t want to potentially miss an important call just because I didn’t recognize the number.

The voice didn’t sound familiar either.  “Is this Valerie?”

“Yes.”  At this point, I didn’t know what to expect.  “Who is this?”

“This is Burt Richards, Ethan’s father.  We met a while back.”

My mind transported back to that time I’d met this gruff man in his squalid apartment.  He’d been intimidating and had created emotions in Ethan I had seen neither before nor since.  Well, intimidating or not, he was reaching out to me for some strange reason.  I had to be polite.  “Uh, hi, Mr. Richards.  How are you?”

“I just got home earlier today.”  There was an uncomfortable silence settling on me.  He had something else to say, and I didn’t know if I should ask or just let him say what he needed to say.  Finally, he coughed and then said, “I was in the hospital and…I wondered if I could speak with Ethan.”

“Uh…Ethan’s not here right now.”  I wasn’t going to tell him, but Ethan was at Brad’s drinking.  I was okay with it, though, because he was with Brad.  Anyone or anywhere else, and I wouldn’t have been happy.  “Can I…take a message for him?”

Again, that heavy difficult silence.  “You can do me one better, actually.”

I sensed desperation in his voice.  “What’s that?”

“I’m…dying, Valerie.  I don’t have long.  More than anything, I’d really like to see Ethan one last time.”

Shit.  How could I get Ethan to agree?  I only knew I couldn’t say no…not to a dying man’s wish.  Still…I didn’t know that I’d be able to do it.  I knew how Ethan felt about his father.  “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Richards.  I’m not sure how I can do it, but…I’ll try.”

“Thank you.  And…I’m sorry I haven’t been a good father-in-law.”  Frankly, he hadn’t had a chance to be any kind of father-in-law.

I simply promised the man I’d see what I could do and hung up, wondering what the hell I’d agreed to.

When Ethan returned home that evening, I was pleasantly surprised.  For a change, he wasn’t drunk…and he was in a good mood.  Those were two rarities, and I was relieved…because I was feeling anxious about what I had to talk with him about.

I hugged him when he came through the door.  Ethan sensed something was up and held me at my shoulders.  “What’s wrong, Val?”

I took a deep breath and looked in his eyes.  “I…have to tell you something, and I don’t think you’re going to be very happy about it.”

His eyebrows lowered, but he sat on the sofa with me.  “So…spit it out.”

I swallowed.  My tongue felt like it had been wallpapered to the roof of my mouth.  I tried to smile but it didn’t work.  “Your…uh…your father’s sick.  He’s—”

Ethan went from concerned to pissed in a matter of seconds.  “Is that what this is about?”  He stood up quickly.

“Ethan, listen.  He’s dying.  He wants to—”

“Why should I give a fuck what he wants?  He never once cared about what I wanted, what mom wanted.  So I’m returning the favor.  He doesn’t deserve pity, compassion, love.  He has this shit coming to him.  Couldn’t happen to a better person.”

I stood then too.  I couldn’t believe my ears.  I knew Ethan had some issues, but I also knew he was hurting inside.  “Ethan, he’s dying.  Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive him?”  His lips were pursed together.  I could see that now he was shut off to me.  But I couldn’t give up.  Not yet.  “Don’t you…want to see him before he dies?”  Ethan just shrugged and looked off toward the kitchen.  “Don’t you want to at least say goodbye?”

“Say goodbye to that son of a bitch?  You’re kidding, right?  He never said goodbye to me.  He was never even there for me.  When I made my first home run…when I finally managed to get a B in math.  When my voice grew deeper…when I started dating and had questions.  When I managed to fucking graduate…  So now the fucker’s dying and he wants my forgiveness.”  He let out a breath.  “It’s a little late.  I never had the father I should have had, so why should he have the son he wants?”  Ethan stormed across the room and punched the wall, putting a hole through the drywall.  When he turned around, he gave no indication that his hand might hurt, but I could see pain in his eyes nonetheless…but it wasn’t physical pain he was feeling.  “Goddammit.”  His voice choked and I could barely hear him.  He was looking toward the ceiling.  “How could he do this to me?”  He turned again to face the wall, his hand wadded in a fist.

“Ethan?”  I walked over to him and laid my hand on his shoulder.

When he looked at me, his jaw was tight, his teeth clenched.  The pain in his eyes was indescribable.  “I’ll go for you, Val.  That’s the only reason.  For you.”

I didn’t plan to argue.  I was just relieved he was going to do it.  He thought it was for me but it wasn’t, and it wasn’t for his father either.  It was for him.  And I hoped it would help him begin to heal.


You can also find my REVIEW of Bullet HERE


Jade redBio:

Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado, moved from one city/town to the next, and she’s decided she likes it so much she wants to stay…although travel is not out of the question.  She lives in a big town in Colorado (not unlike Winchester!) with her husband and four children.  She is working on becoming a crazy cat lady.  Okay, so maybe not.

Still want more?  Jade has a bachelor’s degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s degree in English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing.  Obviously, she loves school and the student loan folks love her.  She works in human services by day, teaches English and creative writing at night, and—in between playing soccer mom and community leader—writes like a fiend.  Someday soon, she’ll narrow it down to just writing, but let’s get all those kids off to college first.


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