Thursday, February 5, 2015

Blog Tour: Wings Over Poppies by J.A.DeRouen

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Title: Wings Over Poppies (Over #2)
Author: J.A. DeRouen
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: January 26, 2015


Perfection. One word. Three syllables. Every reason why I’ll never have the one thing I truly want. I stand dutifully on the pedestal he’s built, waiting for the day he truly sees me. Then one amazing night, he lets down his walls, only to leave me the next day. Years have passed, and I’ve tried to move on with my life. But I still dream of him. I still miss him everyday. The memories haunt me. How can I look to the future when my past remains a mystery? The time has come to find the boy who stole my heart and ran away without a word. But not everyone who is lost wants to be found. My name is Alexandra Fontaine, and this is my story of unfinished love. Wings Over Poppies is book #2 in The Over Series and can be read as a standalone novel.

5 Flying Stars!
Review by Natasha Gentile 
I have to admit, I was more than a little excited for this book.  When I found this gem of a writer from in her first book, Hope Over Fear,  and I couldn’t wait to find out how she would spin her next story, and I for one was not disappointed. 

When we first fell in love with Alexandra Fontaine she was helping Sara flee town.  She was the hard ass of the friendship, and through the whole book you just sat there for a second and wondered what happened to Alex to make her so closed off?  She came from a good family;a great family, a family that is perfect and she is the perfect daughter.  

Till that one day the perfect daughter is running through the fields of wet dew grass in a white nightgown and polka dots underwear.  I know your thinking aww she’s so cute, except she’s seventeen and she’s without protection and what I mean is a bra.  It’s sunrise and all she wants to do is draw the water.  Actually she just wants to draw, just anything what she doesn’t expect is that morning someone else decided that they are going to be in her spot.

I’ve never seen him before, but he acts as if he belongs here.  How can that be?  I know everyone who works at my daddy’s golf course, and I certainly would have remembered him.

He walks to the edge of the pond and drops a backpack at his feet.  He toes off his tennis shoes and reaches around to grab his shirt and pull it over his head.  He bends down and grabs a net that I failed to notice sticking out of his backpack and slowly wades in the water.  Suddenly, I feel like a trespasser, the Peeping Tom, but I can’t look away.  Instead, I silently turn the page of my sketchbook and start a new project.

Their meeting made me laugh.  Here the two of them were at the same place-he was this perfect boy searching for golf balls, and she was the girl in a see-through night gown, with all her “bits” out there for the world to see.  A perfectly embarrassing meeting, but what  warms your heart is the start of an amazing friendship, a friendship that makes her fall in love with him.  It’s a full blown love, it’s an, "‘I’m never going to love anyone else that way I love you kind of love."

My mind stays permanently fixed on West.  The unspoken strength of his broad shoulders.  The dark waves of his tousled hair.  The intoxicating smell of sweat and his laundry detergent in the shirt I confiscated.  The boy who made ripples in my Sunday morning ritual.

The only hiccup in their love for each other is West.  See West puts Alex on a pedestal of perfection. A pedestal that he doesn’t see himself deserving, which makes you actually see that he loves her whole heartedly.

Unshed tears burnt he back of my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I resist.  I muster up the courage to ask the one question that lays heavy on my mind.  The only question that matters.

“Do you, West? Do you deserve me?”

“Not even close.”  His answer is swift and without hesitation.  I look down as the first tears escapes and trickles unchecked down my cheek.  He squeezes my hands, and I look up into those gorgeous eyes that plague my every thought.

And there it is.  The truth-his truth, not mine. 

It is in that moment that my heart breaks for this two.  I shed my own tears for these two who love each other.  West is a pure southern gentleman, not one to step on the people who help him, so he has no choice but to turn away form Alex.  You see her father is giving him a scholarship, one that will help him and his family survive.  He is actually sacrificing everything that he wants, because in the end he is just that perfect.  

She runs away while chancing quick looks behind her to mark my location.  Her lyrical laugh…her unruly blond waves..her dancing cerulean eyes.  They all mean one thing to me.

Pure. F*cking. Perfection.

He lets them have one night together, one amazing night, he lets everything go and then leaves the very next day. Leaving behind everything that is his.  Leaving behind Alex and her heart. 

Alex does her best to move on.  I mean no one falls in love at seventeen right?  No one has their one true love at that age.  It’s unrealistic isn't it?  It can’t be right, except she can’t do it, she can’t move on, she dreams of nothing but him.  The memories of him linger on the surface, no matter what she does to try to erase him and their time together. There is only one thing that needs to be done and that is to find closure, to actually look in his eyes and say good bye.  How hard can that be? It's the hardest thing that she will ever go through because not everyone who is lost wants to be found.   Sometime wings just need to fly away!

This story will stay with you for days and days and while you're doing little, ordinary things it will pop back into your mind, it is that beautiful.  The love that these two share is all consuming.  It consumes them and it will consume you.  It also makes you want to jump in the book and start telling these people that this love- it’s a forever love, it’s a home run in the ninth inning, it’s an overtime goal in a third period love, she’s your lobster!!!  What an amazing ride! I can’t wait for the next book.

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I shift closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I lay my head on his chest and breathe him in. His shoulders relax, if only slightly. The need to comfort him is overwhelming. I want to wash it all away for him, hold the world at bay while I erase the worry permanently etched in his forehead. “Everything is going to be okay, West. I just know it,” I lie. I don’t know that everything will be okay. I don’t know anything at all. We sit in electrified silence, the crackling of dead leaves under us the only sound. I memorize the feel of him, the smell of him, the rhythm of his breathing. I’m lost in the moment, already anticipating the loss that’s to come. “I leave in a month.” The words cut through the silence like a judgment. Instead of hurt, I’m filled with resolve. I won’t let him push me away anymore. I’m done playing by his rules. I rise up to meet the storm brewing in his eyes. His hand wraps firmly around my neck, and his eyes dart hungrily to my lips. I swallow nervously and refuse to look away. If he turns his head or pulls my hair, I swear I’m going to tackle him to the ground. I lean in hopefully, somewhat expectantly, and close my eyes. His warm breath dances across my lips, and my every prayer is answered. He presses his mouth firmly to mine and stills, almost memorizing the moment. That one small touch is the beginning of the most memorable kiss of my life. It’s hello and goodbye, I love you, I’ll miss you, and everything in between. He sucks my bottom lip, and I inhale sharply, completely overcome. His hands dive into my hair, and his tongue slides against mine just once before he pulls away. He touches my forehead to his and chuckles softly. “What have we been waiting for all this time?” “You,” I whisper breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting for you.” My admission is all he needs. He devours me, a tangle of lips, teeth, tongues, and hands. I don’t know where I end and he begins. I’m exhilarated and relieved all at once. I run my hands down his arms and grip his wrists tightly. I pull away and look into his hooded eyes. “Tell me something, West. Tell me something I don’t know.” He runs a thumb over my swollen lips while he studies me. I’ve never felt more loved, more worshipped. “I can’t imagine a world without you in it. No matter where I am, I’ll always dream of you. It’ll have to be enough.” He places soft, scorching kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “God, I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”

About The Author
J.A. Derouen lives in South Louisiana with her husband, son (aptly nicknamed "The Professor"), and her furry friend, Scout. She has earned bachelor’s degrees in psychology and nursing. When she's not writing or inhaling romance novels by the stack, she works as a women's health nurse. She’s been an avid reader and daydreamer since childhood, and she's never stopped turning the page to get to the next happily ever after.
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