Saturday, January 10, 2015

review || TAG { book blitz }

...again, formatting issues :( I'll add stars to the '4' when I have my own laptop on the internet...

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Today we have a book blast for Shari Ryan’s Tag!!! And to celebrate the sale she’s running,
Shari is sharing an exclusive excerpt and a fantastic giveaway.

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TAG by Shari J. Ryan

Publisher: Booktrope (11/7/2014)
My Rating: 4

What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.

But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.

Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.

In author Shari J. Ryan’s gripping novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.

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{ exclusive excerpt } .
I've been seated among the dozens of other passengers for the past two hours, watching the gate times change a number of times before I see the plane actually arrive. Just as I'm powering my phone down, preparing to board, an awful stench burns my nose from a few inches away. A middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a thick lip-covering mustache who smells exactly like the inside of a port-a-potty has found a reason to sit directly beside me in a row of empty seats. When my eyes unfortunately meet his, he takes the opportunity to speak to me. "Heading to Boston?" he asks. I raise my eyebrows and force a tightlipped smile. I simply follow that with a nod and give him a no shit look. "I heard winter's coming early this year," he continues.
"Cool," I mumble with a sigh. I pull a magazine out of my bag and open it in front of my face, hoping to block my vision of the man's blackened-stained grin. But it's only seconds before I'm taken back when his finger sweeps down the bare skin of my collarbone.
"What does that mean?" he asks, pointing to my tattoo.
With a smooth motion, I lay my magazine down onto my lap and place my hand over his, giving him the false notion that I'm a gentle person. I take the opportunity to offer him a slight smile before I twist his forefinger backwards as far as it will go before the expectant snap. "I'm sorry," I say sweetly. "Did I tell you it was okay to touch me?" I pull down a little harder, and he smiles in response to the pain. But as I hold my hand there, I see the smile begin to fade.
"It's a free country, chicky," he sputters as his tongue knocks around between his bare gums.
"Why would you think it's okay to touch me?" I ask again, keeping my voice calm, yet stern. He licks his lips and looks me up and down, responding with only a look. "Do you go around touching girls half your age because you feel it's okay?"
He clears his throat and looks around to see who's watching or listening, but I don't move my eyes from his. "Why not?" he says, shrugging his bony shoulders. "Besides, you're definitely asking for it."
He thinks I'm asking for it? I'm wearing a fucking scoop neck, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and combat boots. "The only reason it's okay, is because no one has ever probably told you no. But it occurs to me that after I snap your finger off your hand, you won't be able to touch people inappropriately anymore, will you?"
He hoots with laughter, dragging in attention he probably shouldn't want. "You think you could break my finger, little chicklette?"
I pull his finger a little further, and his smile grows. "Ow, stop. You're hurting me," he puckers his lips and winks at me.
"Oh, look, it's your right hand. You a righty?" I turn his hand over and see deep callouses bubbling on his palm. "Yes, you are. So, if I rip this thing off, you wouldn't miss it, right?" I turn his hand back over and glare into his beady eyes. He's questioning my words. He's unsure of my capabilities. And that's fine. "Sound okay to you? Or are you going to leave and stop touching people?" His smile fades and his eyes widen. I release his hand and offer him a smart-ass smile. "Oh, and the tattoo means death. It's a Maori Warrior symbol. They used to eat their enemies once they slaughtered them. Cool, huh?"
I see his Adam's apple struggle to move. He lifts his bag from the ground and nearly trips over his own feet, darting away.
I reopen my magazine to the page I was reading and refocus my attention on an article as I hear a soft chuckle coming from the other side of me. I turn to see who was enjoying the free entertainment and I'm faced with a man who looks to be either a wrestler or in the military--black shaven hair, stiff jaw and bulging muscles on every inch of his arms. His eyes are currently focused on a book, and I suppose he could have been laughing at that, rather than me. But as I question it, his large shamrock green eyes lift and look right at me. A slight grin tugs on the corner of his lips, and he winks so quickly I'm questioning whether it was me who might have blinked. Before I can react, he stands up and walks away.
I swallow hard and refocus my attention on the magazine once more. Stupid attractive man causing a moment of feebleness. I didn't react, though. He winked at me. I think. And I didn't make a snide comment or scowl. Weakness.
I let out a few short breaths, regaining my composure. He's gone. It's fine.  


about Shari Ryan || Bestselling author, Shari J. Ryan, hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her hubby and two lively little boys. Ryan has published the 3-book Schasm Series for Romantic Suspense/Thriller fans. TAG is her first book written solely for the Romantic Suspense audience, and she is hard at work on Red Nights, a standalone coming this spring. To learn more, visit her at:  
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{ review } .
This was the second book in a row that I unknowingly read with the use of an acronym. First was CALL SIGN KARMA, and then this. When I learned TAG was an acronym, I was a but flabbergasted, I suppose you could say, because I kept thinking "Tag, you're it" in my head..... Not that I was entirely wrong on that front ;)

It took me a good chunk of book for me to even remotely like Carolina -- and I prefer Carolina to Cali (and loved that Tango called her by her given name more often than not, and later when Carolina is a bit vulnerable and calls him by his given name? Loved that, too).
I must have missed the whole "twenty-two" thing in the back-blurb, because when I realized she was in her twenties, my opinion completely changed. It's one thing to be hard headed and hurt and react when your 18, 19 but quite another when you're in your mid twenties.

Tango's a good egg -- rather than use her to get to her father and a possible cure, he just doesn't consider it an option. As feelings grow between them and he slips about that, Carolina insists they go to her father (which she still ends up questioning his motives, much to my annoyance). Many books do the deception dance, so I loved that Tango was honest from the beginning.

Tango, although dying, is lighthearted and fun -- he's a great balance to Carolina's surly ways. From the beginning I knew I'd like Tango, and honestly, he's the reason I kept pushing through. Eventually, as Carolina's shell cracked and she started to let Tango in, I liked her too. I understand her trust issues (although I tended to become icreasingly annoyed every time she'd let Tango in a bit, only for her mother's words filter through her mind, thus her questioning him)...
“I’m not sure how to prove it besides coughing up more blood. Maybe when I drop dead you’ll believe me then.” I know I just pissed her off, but I’m a little shocked she just questioned my motives. I’ve been honest with her. I’ve told her everything, things I shouldn’t have even told her, and she still doesn’t believe me. What else am I supposed to do to prove myself?"
...and her need to be guarded -- but there's a difference in being guarded and shielding yourself, and quite another to be a bitch, and the fact that Tango stuck it out? Major props to you, boyfriend.

I rather enjoyed the bursts of irony Shari threw in the book.

Breathing does come easier when I’m around him.
I love that as she's learning to open up, to be vulnerable to a person and to trust Tango, she's losing that hard shell and learning to breath again. However, the more days that pass, allowing her to open up, Tango is closer to death from a disease process that is literally stealing the breath from his lungs.

There were a few things I liked about Carolina, though. They were the key parts to me learning to like her character. I loved that while Tango couldn't be Tyler Wright from Minnesota anymore, she keeps him grounded and reminds him of his past -- she even is the key piece in molding his past and future together.

In the end, I was pleasantly surprised I liked the book. I wasn't sure my love for Tango could get me through it, but I'm glad I stuck it out, as Carolina grew on me too. I much prefer her vulnerable. I was, however, sad at how quickly some of the end scenes played out. 

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