I love the concept behind the series! I look forward to reading the rest of the series. I'm a rebel and have only read the third book in this series! There's an excerpt from the first book and a giveaway too!
Be Careful What You
Kiss For (Love Rewritten, Book 1)
When a psychic gives Tensley the chance to erase her biggest
regret and replay her life with the one who got away, who would have thought a
simple “do-over” could go so terribly wrong—and feel so right?
TAKE IT...
When Tensley Tanner-Starbrook gets the chance for one life
“do-over” from a well-intentioned but bumbling psychic, she goes for it. But
that change turns everything else upside down. Instead of a buttoned-up
corporate executive, she’s now an entirely unbuttoned exotic dancer. And she’s
face to…face with the one man she’s never been able to get over.
TO THE MAX
Detective Max Hunter has come a long way from high-school
bad boy, and with everything on the line, nothing can stop him…except seeing
his first love dancing in the club he’s been assigned to investigate. Torn
between getting her far away from the place and needing her help as an insider,
he knows only two things for sure: Tensley’s stirring feelings he thought long
ago buried, and a relationship with her would be career suicide. Yet, maybe,
just maybe, this was a love meant to overcome the past.
EXCERPT:
From the 2015 RITA nominated Be Careful What You Kiss For:
One by one, her arms snaked along the stage, her ass in the air and hair falling around her shoulders as her nipples brushed the floor, sending waves of an I-can’t-believe-I’m-doing-this thrill through her. The man in the striped shirt gripped his drink and leaned forward. Tensley made straight for him, the tip of her tongue working a lazy, seductive journey around her mouth.
His face lit up in anticipation, which turned to raw desire as she reached the end of the stage and rose on her knees to stroke herself while watching him through her lashes. Then she beckoned him toward her with one crimson-tipped index finger. He stood as if in a trance, not seeming to notice as he tripped over a chair. He just kept going.
Come to Mama. This was so not Tensley Tanner-Starbrook. But who had to know that? No one.
For a few minutes of her life, she could be someone else. Have a little fun. Ride on up to the orgasm bar and mix her own, instead of hoping someone like Bryan, who got points for congeniality, but couldn’t rock her world if his cock was twice its size…would do it for her.
Head back, she thrust both arms in the air and her crotch toward the mesmerized man. Hell, yes. She was Delightful, thank you very much.
His hand snaked forward.
The voice of another man sliced through it all to jolt her brain, if not the body performing independent of her brain, to a screeching halt. “Back up, buddy,” he said, loud enough to be heard over the music. “No touching her.”
With a gulp, her arms still triumphantly in the air, she shifted an uncertain gaze to the chair, cloaked in shadows, where that voice had come from.
It couldn’t be.
Razor-sharp memories pushed forward in her mind. The warm white bath of moonlight. A summer breeze washing over their damp, naked teenage bodies. The smell of newly mown fields. The lump in her throat before she worked up the courage to whisper, “I love you.”
Nooooo. She had to stop dancing. Had to end the dizzying swirl of confusion that had caused her to think—
Shadow man got to his feet and her eyes shot straight to his tall, dark silhouette. His fingers flashed into the light as he lifted a drink to her. “Lookin’ good.”
Max.
With every bit of physical strength she could find, Tensley grabbed the finger still motioning the man in the striped shirt forward. She pulled both hands down and to her sides. Her tongue tried to poke forward to lick her lips again, so she sank her teeth into it, hard, and let out a screech. She tasted blood.
Her body wasn’t giving up that easily, though. Before she knew it, she was back on her feet, gyrating and grinding, moving as though her two hands weren’t engaged in a go–stop–go battle. Every time her hip shot to one side, she stomped her foot, in the vain hope that would stop it. Something halfway between a purr and a growl came out of her mouth as she concentrated on jamming both hands on her waist. And keeping them there.
Again with the hip thrusting. Again with the stomping.
The striped-shirt man backed up, his expression baffled. Possibly because he’d never seen a step-dance striptease before.
Her hips continued on and then her leg joined in, kicking high as the music hit a crescendo, undeterred by the fight she was having with herself. It wasn’t until she ended up doing a vertical split of sorts, legs on the pole, fists still glued to her waist, that the music finally stopped and she regained control of her body.
Tensley eased her extended leg down and off the pole, inch by inch, and stood in the middle of the stage. After a minute or two of stunned silence, the crowd responded with polite applause and a few cat calls.
If he’s here, really here, I don’t want to know. I don’t. The man in the striped shirt approached to drop a twenty on the stage. Tensley peered past him into the darkness, trying to get a better look at the man she didn’t want to see.
The audience seemed to be waiting for her to do something. Tensley put one foot behind the other and bobbed a curtsy straight out of Miss Jodi’s tap dance class. Miss Jodi had always said a lady should never leave a performance without a curtsy.
She wondered, though, if Miss Jodi had meant every kind of performance.
Footsteps again clattered across the stage and the woman who had threatened to evict her earlier grabbed the mike to demand, “Now, are y’all ready for Terrible Tawny, the Tahitian Temptress?”
The audience sounded its approval and the woman spread her arms wide, the sleeves of her sparkling costume nearly knocking Tensley off the stage. She stumbled backward, but caught herself. New music blared and Terrible Tawny began to move her hips from side to side in time to the beat. Then she backed up, one long-limbed step at a time, until she reached the spot where Tensley stood.
Another sharp gyration and Tawny pulled off part of her costume with a flourish. When it landed on Tensley’s head, the crowd responded with hoots. Tensley reached up, yanked it to the floor and then tucked her hands under her arms, pulling them in tight as she shuffled backward out of the spotlight.Get me out of this place.
She hesitated at the top of the stairs, struggling to get her bearings. She had to call the police. Report this. And say—what? All she could remember was the flash above Madame Claire’s head. And the words she’d said. A do-over. The psychic had said it was possible.
What if the idea for revenge that Tensley had tossed off had actually happened? If she’d punched Rhonda Reardon. What if—this strip joint was now her life?
A wave of nausea turned her knees to Jell-O. She grabbed the metal handrail for support as she half-teetered, half-fell down the few stairs, then sat at the bottom and closed her eyes.
It couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true. She’d click her heels together three times, like Dorothy, and…
Then she heard his voice, inches away, rocketing straight through the music. “Been a long time.”
Her stomach did a double backflip. She remained perfectly still.
Warm breath ruffled the hair over her ear, caressing her skin. “I want a private dance.”
Tensley opened her eyes and turned to the one man she’d never been able to get out of her system, even though he’d shattered her heart so badly, it had never properly healed. Virtual gymnasts began spinning, twirling, leaping, falling off a balance beam in her stomach, until she had to press a fist tight to her middle to make them stop.
“Max.”
PURCHASE LINKS
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU KISS
K*ss Happens (Love
Rewritten, Book 2)
Emma Zane has one magical chance to erase the past and
reclaim her soulmate lover and her dreams of a successful songwriting career,
but as the song says, it ain’t gonna be easy.
KISS HAPPENS
What if you could have one “do-over” in life? Emma Zane, who lost her lover and soulmate, Chase Chapman, and her passion for songwriting when she couldn’t find the courage to go to Nashville, is about to find out.
What if you could have one “do-over” in life? Emma Zane, who lost her lover and soulmate, Chase Chapman, and her passion for songwriting when she couldn’t find the courage to go to Nashville, is about to find out.
But a do-over, even a magic one, isn’t that easy. Emma’s
abruptly thrust into a new life as an award-winning songwriter, only to find
out she’s double-crossed Chase, stomped on others with her custom-made boots,
and is engaged to a rising country star who has Emma locked into an ironclad
contract. Now the woman who once pushed aside her dreams and the man she loves
have to navigate a new world to reclaim both—without racking up more regrets
than the one she started with. As the song says, it ain’t gonna be easy.
Starts With a Kiss
(Love Rewritten, Book 3)
With the help of a seemingly innocent spell, Anya Ramsay is
about to completely change the direction of her life—and it’ll be a wilder ride
than she ever expected.
STARTING OVER
Everything will finally be better. In college Anya Ramsay made the worst mistake of her life, but a gypsy spell now offers the chance to have done everything different. To have done everything right. The college car accident that disfigured her face and paralyzed basketball star Ryder Brandt, the man she’s always loved? It’ll have never happened. But nothing is ever so easy, just as some things—like Ryder’s kiss—can never be forgotten. To rectify all, Anya has to come to terms with who she is and what she’s done. Rewriting this mistake will be a ride wilder than the original, but at the end of the trip is a happy ending—and a life with the perfect man for her past, present and future.
Everything will finally be better. In college Anya Ramsay made the worst mistake of her life, but a gypsy spell now offers the chance to have done everything different. To have done everything right. The college car accident that disfigured her face and paralyzed basketball star Ryder Brandt, the man she’s always loved? It’ll have never happened. But nothing is ever so easy, just as some things—like Ryder’s kiss—can never be forgotten. To rectify all, Anya has to come to terms with who she is and what she’s done. Rewriting this mistake will be a ride wilder than the original, but at the end of the trip is a happy ending—and a life with the perfect man for her past, present and future.
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Review
★★★★ stars
I love stories where the characters have a chance to fall in love all over again. I think it's harder for them because they know each other's past weaknesses and overcoming those to get to a new place isn't easy. I also love the idea of going back and correcting the biggest mistake you've ever made. Having made a few myself, I think I'd jump on that chance if given that opportunity.
Anya gets that chance at her cousin's wedding. She's unsure but eventually takes the plunge and wakes up changed. I found it interesting at how quickly she adapted to her new reality. It was also good to see her looking back on her relationship with Ryder, her childhood love and the person she wronged the most. The schemes she concocted to get back in his good graces felt a little over the top and not well planned out.
I liked Ryder. The brief glimpses into his head showed that he was in a much better place after the accident that cost him so much. They also showed his care and concern for Anya, even if he was wary to show it. In fact the way both of them dealt with each other so carefully was a little frustrating. It seemed like they were never going to be able to reach a consensus about their relationship status. And the making out didn't help me come any closer to figuring what was going on, and I don't think it helped them either.
There are moments that made me tear up. Especially when Anya examined her motivation in why the re-do didn't go exactly as suspected or seeing her try to deal with going back to the scene of her one huge mistake. Some of the scenes with Ryder made me emotional as well. I think the messages this book conveys are positive ones. I look forward to going back and reading the previous two books in the series. Luckily they can be read as stand alones, so I'm good to go.
*Thank you to the publicist for providing a copy in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own and I was not compensated for them in any manner.*
STARTS WITH A KISS
ABOUT JANE LYNNE
DANIELS:
MEDIA LINKS:
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Genres: Erotic
Romance, Fantasy
Giveaway
Chanpreet, I'm so glad you enjoyed Starts With a Kiss. Thank you for hosting me on your blog today! Jane
ReplyDeleteThank you Jane for stopping by and for the lovely story! :) Chanpreet
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