Thursday, September 17, 2015

review || FALL FOR HIM { blog tour } by J.C. Valentine

Fall for Him Cover
J.C. Valentine | August 25, 2015 | New Adult Erotic Romance
Forbidden, book 3


Two men. Both brothers. One life-changing decision.

I made my choice. One perfect weekend assured me I was right. One set of pictures proved me wrong. Graduating college was supposed to be a happy time. Instead, I lost my best friend and suffered the worst kind of betrayal.

Now, my whole life is in flux. I need my best friend. I need answers. There’s only one way to fix this. It’s time for a change. It’s time to take back control of my life, and the only way to do it is to face my problems head-on. Even if it means walking into the lion’s den to do it.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Fall for Him is the third and final book in the Forbidden Trilogy. Dance for Me (#1) and Lie to You (#2) must be read first.
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{ about j.c. valentine } .

JC Valentine
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own. She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

{ excerpt } .

The elevator slows to a stop on the ground floor, saving me from having to answer any more questions. I step off first, eager to leave, when I feel a firm hand on my arm, stopping me.

Turning back, I find Rebel standing over me, a tight look on his handsome face. “I’d like a minute of your time.”

Over his shoulder, I see Darren stepping out. He’s watching us, a curious frown on his face. When he sees the urgency in my eyes, he slows his strides. He’s waiting for me. Thank God!

“I don’t have time right now,” I reply curtly. When I attempt to walk away, his grip on my arm tightens.

“I guess I wasn’t clear. Let me rephrase.” His dark gaze holding mine, he says curtly, “Follow me, Miss Hart. I have something I need to discuss with you.”

This time, he doesn’t wait for me to answer. Turning, he begins walking away with me in tow. Twisting my head around, I search frantically for Darren. He’s still standing where I left him, staring after us with a helpless look on his face. I gesture for him to help, but he lifts his arms, shrugging as if he doesn’t know what to do.

Before I know it, I’m being whisked into an empty boardroom. With only one window and one door that serve as both an entrance and an exit, we’re completely closed off from the rest of the building. My heart is pounding erratically inside my chest as Rebel pushes the door shut behind us and turns the lock.

Standing with my back pressed against one of the chairs, my breath catches as Rebel turns and stalks toward me. “You haven’t returned my calls.”

An absurd urge to laugh overcomes me. For this to be the first thing out of his mouth speaks volumes. It means between us, I’m the one with the upper hand. Folding my arms over my chest, I look him straight in the eyes. “That’s because I changed my number.” It was the first thing I did after receiving those pictures.

Narrowing his eyes, Rebel closes the distance between us, forcing me to tip my head back to maintain eye contact. “Then give it to me.”

“Oh, sure. No problem. It’s 419-Go-Fuck-Yourself.”

With a movement that’s too quick to register, Rebel grabs a hold of my face and squeezes, tearing a startled gasp from my lips. “Was that a request?”

“More like a suggestion,” I reply, my words slurring from the inability to speak properly through pinched together lips.

“Hmm, well, I have a better suggestion.” Shoving the chair I’m leaning against away, he backs me into the table and, using my face as leverage, bends me backwards until I’m laid out flat on the hard wood.

With his free hand, Rebel gathers my skirt and pushes it roughly up to my hips, then parts my thighs with his, insinuating himself between them. Lowering his face to within inches from mine, he growls, “How about instead of standing here listening to you run your mouth I peel your panties off right here, stuff you full of my cock, and fuck you against this table until the only thing you can use that mouth for is screaming my name?”

Without wasting a second, Rebel’s mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my words, stealing my breath, and stealing my wits. Without another thought in my head, I open my mouth and my legs to him and begin to sink, a willing victim to his spell.

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{ review } .

This series...

My goodness, this series.

As I hadn't read the previous two books, I was given the opportunity to read the series in it's entirety and while it's no secret that this is a trilogy, and that you need to read the first two before starting the third, I am the type of person who will often say "You can get by without the first ones".

And while, yes, that is semi-true in this instance -- the build-up... the suspense... the questions and the triangle and the heat... Yeah, you need to read the previous two.

The first book threw me for a loop.

The second book gave me pause.

This third one made my heart finally happy -- it just took some time and an epilogue to fully get there.

To pay for college, Joe (Josephine) took a job as a stripper. There, she met a man who she started to have a behind-closed-doors affair with at the club, whom she dubbed Mystery Man {book one}. Low and behold, Mystery Man was also a teacher at her school, and this crazy affair turned into the student-teacher kind...

Or did it?

Rebel and Ransom Scott are two very different individuals and I found myself liking Ransom more than Rebel for most of this series. Where Ransom was kind, Rebel was not. Where Rebel was down and dirty, Ransom... not necessarily as much.

But if there was one thing that Joe needed in her life, it was the spark that Rebel brought in to it.

I have loved many of the moments in this series. It took me some time to be pro-Rebel, and watching Joe struggle with her desires and what she wanted from a relationship helped sway me Rebel's way.

...that and the way he was with a certain toddler pixie at the end. Melt my heart a little bit, why dontcha?

J.C. Valentine's way of writing is easy to get lost in. It's not terribly deep, but it's not light enough that you can buzz through it and feel jilted at the end. I loved that she took two men and made them vastly different, making Joe pick what was best for her life. I loved the side characters, too, which isn't always something that will come from my mouth.

I'm hopeful that some of said side characters will find a HEA in Ms. Valentine's future works.

{ other books in series } .

Forbidden, book 1

What if the person who stole your heart wasn't who you thought they were?

When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I'm making it... my way. I make no apologies for the path I've chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me.

Except one man.

He's a mystery to me. He's controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I'll give it to him. The hours we share together aren't about love. It's just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that.

Until everything changed.

Now, I'm more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I'm falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it's going to hurt.

Forbidden, book 2

I thought he was the one. I thought we were headed someplace great. I didn't know anything.

My mystery man is no longer such a mystery. He's still commanding and headstrong, playing my body and mind like an instrument, but I'm finding there are layers to him I never could have dreamed. What I've learned since that fateful night in his apartment has me reeling. Now, though, the truth has taken a backstage to other, more pressing matters.

While I struggle to make a choice that will determine the direction of my future, lies that I thought had been carefully hidden away are coming to light. My head is such a mess I don't know what's up or down anymore. Will I be able to sort it all out, or will the life I've worked so hard to build come crashing down in a pile of secrets and lies?

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