Thursday, May 22, 2014

Blog Tour + Review + Giveaway + Teaser + Video: Burning Down The House by: Allie Gail


Title:  Burning Down The House
Author:  Allie Gail
Genre:  Young Adult Romance
Publish Date:  March 10, 2014
Review Source:  Between The Sheets Promotions






2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award quarter-finalist.

Rob Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent, handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care.

Maybe he isn’t so typical.

Sara Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back with smoldering hazel eyes.

The attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire.

And someone’s about to get burned.

LOVED THIS BOOK!!!!!!!! It’s romance but it’s mystery. It’s love but more importantly it’s trust. It’s having doubt but also unwavering faith. 

Sara’s come home. She’s going to live with her dad and graduate with her friends. Even though she hasn’t seen them in almost three years she is still very excited to be back “home”. 

Her dad “forgot” one detail about her return….he’s taken in another teen that lost his family and everything he owned in a fire just six weeks before. She’s ok with it…sorta…..but then she finds out it’s Rob Kensington. Three years ago he was a major goth weirdo and she didn’t care for him. At all. But her once her dad explained things she felt bad for him and decided to make the best of it. That was going to be harder than she realized.

Neither of them were happy with this situation. Rob wanted her to just stay out of his way and Sara just wanted to be nice and civil to each other. Neither were going to get what they wanted. Rob is way more damaged than she ever knew. And for much longer than she ever thought.

Circumstances keep putting them together time and time again. She gets stood up for the homecoming dance on the day of the dance and Rob says he’s going to take her. This will end up changing everything for them. They can’t stop the chemistry - they are totally HOT for each other. The romance develops and they become close. But do you ever truly know someone? When the worst happens and you have that gut feeling but your heart tells you it can’t be possible…..which do you believe?
I loved the romance, HOTness, mystery and heart of Burning Down The House. I think I mostly loved that you think you have it figured out but then the story takes a turn you don’t expect!! It’s SO good! Highly recommend this book!!


We lay there together in mutual silence, watching the movie in the dark, and it wasn’t long before one of his hands moved slowly from my waist to find its way underneath my nightshirt where he began idly stroking my thigh. I tried to keep my attention focused on the plot. I really did. But it was difficult to concentrate with his fingers lightly grazing my skin, and all but impossible when they started working their way upward.
I sucked in my breath sharply when he drew them across my belly, and behind me I heard him chuckle softly. “Ah, I forgot, you’re ticklish…”
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned him, my stomach muscles clenching at the prospect.
“Think about what?” His thumb gently skimmed the bottom of one of my breasts and I relaxed again, closing my eyes blissfully.
“Um. Never mind…”
“So this is okay?” he breathed suggestively, surrounding the curve with his hand and squeezing while stroking the tip with his thumb. His other arm came around my waist to hitch me closer to him, so close I could feel the conspicuous hard-on wedged against the small of my back. Even through the sturdy denim of his jeans I could feel it, thick and solid and very prominent.
“Mm-hmm…” I arched my back a little, pushing against his thighs with my hands while he continued his erotic massage with both hands now. I wondered if he could feel the runaway rhythm of my heart. There was no alarm clock to rudely interrupt us this time. We had no classes to get to, no place to be and all the infinite time in the world. At least, it seemed that way. Tomorrow didn’t exist yet. If I lost myself in the abyss of right now, maybe it would never come.
“Sara…” he whispered into my hair.
“Hm?”
“Turn over for me.”
Careful not to knee him in the jewels, I gingerly shifted my position until I was facing him, stretched out across the length of his body to look demurely down at him. “That better?”
“That’s perfect.” Grasping the back of my head with his hands, he gently captured my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss that gained in force as his tongue sought out mine. I welcomed him in willingly. Pressed against his firm erection, I felt a familiar and desperate ache building within me. I wanted him to fill that need that had never before been eased by another person’s touch. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. And judging from the intensity of his kiss and the throbbing hardness beneath me…so did he.
When I finally pulled away long enough to catch my breath, he took the opportunity to tug my nightshirt up over my head and toss it across the back of the couch, leaving me in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. Then he lowered his head just enough to latch on to one of my nipples with his mouth. I felt like screaming with the consummate pleasure of it all. Stripped almost bare and straddled over the sexiest high school running back in existence - my nightly fantasies had suddenly come alive in vibrant reality.
“Mm…every part of you tastes so good.” His tongue traced a few teasing circles before he caught me in his warm mouth again and sucked gently. God, it was like some kind of exquisite, exotic torture. My whole body was starting to tremble.
“Are you cold?” He reached blindly around me for the fleece blanket, but it had fallen to the floor at some point earlier.
“No, not really.” I sighed when he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me securely against him. “So. What happened to ‘friends without benefits’?”
“Fuck that. You should know by now I have no willpower where you’re concerned.”
Smiling to myself at his confession, I worked one hand in between our tightly pressed bodies to slide down to the bulge in his pants. Stroking him through the denim, I was rewarded with a low groan before he reached down to unsnap his jeans. Oh, heaven help me…this is it, isn’t it?
Hearing my nearly inaudible gasp, he stopped what he was doing to look up at me with smoldering eyes. “Yes or no, Sara?”




When I was just thirteen, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that one day I’d become a published author. Unfortunately, scribbling cartoons and silly stories during class instead of devoting 100% attention to blahblah-isn’t-algebra-exciting-blahblah was basically frowned upon.

When I was fourteen, I made the decision to become the next Madonna. There was only one problem with that. Nobody wanted to listen to an off-key voice that sent the family dog running for cover.

At fifteen, I was positive that acting was my future. A case of slack-jawed stage fright erased that particular ambition from the list.

At sixteen, ballet became my new passion…until the revelation that truly dedicated ballerinas aren’t allowed to stuff their faces with pizza and cupcakes. Oh, and they also don’t typically possess a tendency to trip over their own feet. Graceful, I am not.

Now, some years later – never mind how many – I’ve come full circle only to rediscover a lost love in writing. But now I use a computer instead of college ruled notebook paper – and thankfully there’s no threat of detention!


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