Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt + Giveaway: Pushed (Torn #1) by A.F. Crowell

 
 Title: Pushed
Series: Torn #1
Author: A.F. Crowell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: July 27, 2015
Review Source: eArc
 
UNTO OBLIVION

Nurse Leila Matthews has seen it all, or so she thought until this morning. Into the chaos of her trauma ward walked a man more intense than anything she has ever known. His smile tore away all her defenses, and his kiss ignited flames damped for far too long—and a knowledge that such dangerous ripples are only the beginning.

Brody Davis is anything but safe. Wealthy, handsome, and unrepentantly single, the billionaire’s first priority is himself…and the pleasure of every woman he’s sure to leave. Yet his best friend’s baby sister is temptation itself. If any female could make him stay, it would be Leila, whose sweet lips and sweeter flesh push him to be better than he believes he can. He desires a quick conquest. The battle for Leila’s heart is yet to be fought. And he is not the only combatant.
I was sucked into this story from the very beginning. I just couldn’t put it down. The story does end in a cliffhanger but my GOODNESS; it’s so worth it! 

Leila is a trauma nurse and her worst nightmare happened when her brother was brought in. Not being able to work on her own kin, she waited impatiently for any news from her fellow colleagues. While waiting, in comes Brody requesting information on her brother. 

Brody and Leila don’t know each other but definitely have heard of each other over the years. Brody immediately took Leila under his wing. That is his best friends little sister after all. The two had an immediate spark but was this spark due to being vulnerable? 

What’s weird is that Brody isn’t the kind of guy to stay exclusive to one woman. He’s kind of a player. For some reason Brody wants to be exclusive with Leila but can he??

This story was crazy GOOD!! I laughed and cried. The characters meshed to perfection. I was so into this story that it actually felt like I was a part of it. The only thing that had me questioning was what Jaxon’s role is. I am definitely reeling to get my hands on Pulled, part two of the Torn series.  



Where should I begin is the question.  This is one of those books that will pull you in right from the get go and completely refuses to let go.  Long after you finish you will find yourself still thinking about all that has taken place.  Now with that being said I will say that the one frustrating part of this is that it does end with a cliffhanger, but the good news is that the next book Pulled is already out and able to be read.

Since Heather and I are doing a double review for this book I am not going to repeat the specifics of Leila, Brody, and Jaxon.  I will say that the three of them will keep you on pins and needles with they way that they continuously run into each other and the way that things always seem to transpire after that run in.

The way that the characters are each written and interact could not have been put together any better.  The story just seems to flow and it pulls you in deeper and deeper with each chapter.  Everything just seems to flow from one instance to the next with out any hiccups.  Not to mention the way that each character shows their emotions just adds that much more depth to the story.

This is one of those books that will have you laughing at some quirky remark, then either screaming at them to get their heads on straight, or you will find yourself wanting to just punch something.  But, none the less you will find yourself refusing to put this book down.  Now I am going to watch amazon and hope that the last book which I have not found yet is ready to be published because I found myself buying and reading Pulled right after finishing this one.  Now I need to get Torn to see how this story plays out because I am just not ready to let go yet.

Here are two of my favorite quotes from this book by the way.  I hope you can see just a little of Leila's spunk in them...

"Holy sheep shit Batman, the man is singing...to me.  Of course he chose the sexist, most provocative lines of the whole song.  Damn you Lei for having morals, because so help me god, I would take this man right here, right now.  The lioness inside me was purring..."

"First of all, she's not a" ---- I tilted my head being overly dramatic --- "sports car.  This is a muscle car. You're right, most girls don't know shit about cars, but let me take you to school little boy.  My Hellcat here has a supercharged and intercoole..."




“You know what you’re gonna get?” I asked, placing my menu on the table next to me.



“I think I’m going to get a steak. Probably the rib eye with a baked potato,” he said, making my mouth water.



“Oh, that sounds yummy. I wish I could eat a loaded baked potato, mmmm. Carbs are my favorite enemy.” I giggled at my own comment.



He let his menu fall away from his face. “You do realize you’re thin, right? You can eat whatever you want.”

I burst out laughing. “I’m ‘thin’ because I don’t eat whatever I want. That, and because I run like I’m being chased by a clown with a bloody knife. Thank God I have Ruger, he loves to run.” I smiled at the thought of my slobbery best friend.



The waiter returned and Brody ordered for both of us. Returning to our conversation, Brody asked how I came to own a drug-sniffing retired police dog.



“He couldn’t work anymore. He’s seven years old, which is young for a K-9 to be retired, but his hip dysplasia made it difficult for him to run down a suspect,” I explained. “I have to keep the remote close when I watch TV because if he hears sirens, he runs to the door and freaks out. And God forbid if Drew shows up in uniform or in a marked car. Ruger still has the drive, but his hips are too arthritic.”



“Poor guy, that sucks,” Brody sympathized. “I hope I never have to be put on the sidelines and watch people do my job.” His cell phone started buzzing on the table.



“Damn, sorry I thought I put it on silent, not vibrate,” he apologized, picking up the phone. “Shit, Leila, I’m sorry I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” He answered the phone and walked back toward the front of the restaurant.



As busy as it was, I knew our food wouldn’t be out anytime soon so it wasn’t a big deal. He’d be gone only a minute or two. I turned, looking out the window and watched the boats on the choppy water, when all of the sudden I heard a deep, sultry, yet gravelly voice.



“Excuse me, don’t I know you?” Turning around I was staring at the sexy-as-fuck badass biker from two weeks ago. Damn, is it possible he’s even hotter than before? Shit, what was his name?



“Yeah, you’re that nurse from the ER, aren’t ya? The one who patched me up and then refused to let me buy ya a drink.”



“Uh, yeah.” Shit, shit, shit. Horrible fucking timing, dude. I tried to look around him to see if Brody was on his way back.



“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” he offered.



“Actually, I am here with someone. He just stepped out front to take a phone call; he should be back any minute.” Silently I begged for tall, dark and slightly dangerous to leave before Brody got back.



“Leila, right?” he asked.



“Right, but how do you know my name? I certainly don’t remember yours.”



“It’s not every day that a woman turns me down. I tend to remember her name, and since there’s only ever been you, it’s a short list.” He stopped a waiter, took his pen and check pad, scribbled something down and placed a page in my hand.



Geez. Conceited much?



“Call me when you’re ready for that drink. Only live a few miles from here so if your friend doesn’t come back, call me.” He nodded and walked away. I looked down at the crumpled paper. Jaxon. I stared at the name and number and shoved it in my purse.



Thank God, that was close. I didn’t see Brody taking too kindly to Jaxon’s offer to take me out. Speaking of Brody, where the hell was he? Just as I started to look around, our food arrived. Okay, what the fuck? It had been more than five minutes. I looked at my watch. Crap, it was almost 5:30, visiting hours started in thirty minutes.



Do I get up and look for him? I didn’t have his cell phone number to even call him. I’d wait another minute or so and then if he wasn’t back, I’d walk out front and find him.



Tick…

Tock…

Tick…

Tock…



I took my napkin out of my lap and stood up to walk out when I saw Jaxon standing at the bar. He was wearing jeans and a maroon button down, rolled up to his elbows showing off his tats.



Okay, I had to get past him without him seeing me. I waited until he was talking to the tall, beefy, bald man next to him and made my way to the front door. I could see Brody on the phone outside on the sidewalk. He was pacing and swinging his hands. He looked pissed, almost as much as I was. I walked out the front doors, down the stairs and right up to him and just looked at him.



“Hang on,” he barked into the phone. “I’m sorry Leila, I’ll be inside in a minute.” Then he continued to yell into his phone about having this discussion too many times.



“Just thought I’d let you know your dinner is getting cold. You finish your call. I’ll see you later.” I spun around and walked back inside. I reached the table, grabbed my purse and took out my phone. I decided to call Barb and see if she could come pick me up. I’ll be damned if I was going to miss visiting hours.



I flagged the waiter down, got the check and paid for dinner. Barb answered and said she’d be here in five minutes. Rolling my eyes, I had a feeling she’d be here before Brody came back. I got my salad to go and left Brody’s food on the table. I took out a pen and an old receipt and wrote:



Don’t worry I paid for dinner before I left.

Thanks, Leila



Of course, as my luck was running, I literally walked right into Jaxon coming out of the bar. Shit Lei, you have to stop texting and walking.



“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I excused myself.



“No worries, where’s your friend?” Jaxon asked and I was almost too embarrassed to answer.



“He got pulled away on business. I’m actually on my way out. My friend is waiting out front for me. See ya.” I smiled quickly and then rushed out the door. I skipped down the steps, passing Brody, walked over to Barb’s topless black Jeep Wrangler and hopped in. Brody came running down the stairs.



“Leila, I was just coming back in. Where are you going?” He seemed stunned I wasn’t waiting like a good little girl.



“Well, Brody, considering it’s almost six o’clock, I’m going to the hospital to see my brother. Since you were too busy on the phone, I called Barb,” I responded.



“Wait, it’s almost six? Shit! Leila, I am sorry. The call just got away from me. I was trying to…uh.” He stopped, stumbling over his words.



“Look, you obviously have things you need to handle and I need to spend some time with Drew. I’ll talk to you later Brody.”



“Wait, let me take you,” he pleaded.



“No. Why don’t you just call me later?”



“Okay, you’re pissed. I get that, but I told you I suck at this.” He pulled out his business card. “My cell is on there, text me your number, I don’t have it.”



I looked at the card and back into his baby blue eyes, took a deep breath remembering the last forty-eight hours. “Fine, I’ll text you. Bye Brody.”



He leaned in and kissed my cheek and whispered, “I’m really sorry Lei. Please, don’t run far.”



Just as I looked back up at him, I saw Jaxon coming down the stairs. I turned to Barb. “Let’s go, I need to get outta here.”



She put the Jeep in gear and drove away. I couldn’t help but look back at Brody. He was walking to the front door of the restaurant with his head down, but I could see Jaxon walking over toward him. Dear God, please let his car be near Brody’s and that be the reason he was walking in that direction.

A.F. Crowell lives in Charleston, SC with her husband and two sons. They have two dogs, Diesel, a German Shepherd rescue and Dez, a black Labrador Retriever. She shares her love of books with her children, who have a head start on becoming life-long readers.

Romance fiction hit her radar when her husband forced her to watch Twilight one weekend when they were snowed in. That was it! From there her love grew; Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, YA and Dystopian are her preferred reads.

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