Thursday, August 23, 2018

Blog Tour: Bring Down the Stars by Emma Scott

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow.

I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.

But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage

5 Amazing Stars
Review by Jen Skewes

Wow!!  Just wow.  I am not sure I even have words right now.  This book was beautiful and heartbreaking and just amazing. Can’t say I’m surprised though because this is Emma Scott we are talking about.  This woman knows how to bring out the emotions and boy did she.  This is a love triangle but honestly, one that is unlike any that I have read before.  But there is so much more to this book than that.  A beautiful girl who has a different connection to two guys. But also a story about a deep rooted friendship between the two men as well.  

Conner and Wes met in prep school when Conner saved Wes from all the ridicule he received from other students.  From that moment they were best friends and always together. They both made up for what the other lacked.  Conner was friendly and outgoing and everyone loved him.  Wes is the complete opposite, he is brooding and intense and has a huge chip on his shoulder.   He seems angry at the world, never letting anyone in. He has his guard up and while Conner knows him better than anyone not even he can completely break down his walls.  Until Autumn Caldwell comes along and changes everything, for the both of them. 

The blurb tells you all you need to know about the love triangle itself so instead of going into any more detail about the story itself, I would rather talk about my love for the characters, the writing and the story itself.  I loved both Conner and Wes but they are so different and therefor my love for them was also different.  Conner came off very cocky at first and I was not sure how I would feel bout him.  I think it had to do with how he was with Autumn in the beginning  not really knowing how to act.  She was different, she challenged him in ways other girls didn't.  So for me I wasn't so sue about him.  He needed Wes just as much as Wes needed him.  But to me it seemed that his need for Conner was at times selfish and that just made me less likely to fall in love with him.  But seeing how he grew up, the amount of pressure his parents put on him to be the man the wanted him to be and not truly who he was,  it began to make sense.  There is so much more to him then money, you just need a little more time to see it.  I felt for him for many reasons and I loved him, even if I didn't always approve with his actions.  

Weston on the other hand had my complete heart from the beginning.  I swear I wanted to just cry for him so many times.  Things weren’t easy for him and while others thought of him as the douchebag who was grumpy and non social, I saw so much more to him.  He has a huge heart and puts so many people before himself.  He lives to protect and love those closest to him.  While Conner seemed selfish at times, Wes was the complete opposite.  His selfless acts is what would ultimately tae away the happiness that he longed for but felt unworthy of.  There are not enough words to express my feelings for him.  His character just touched me in so many ways.  

Autumn is that type of heroine that you cannot help but love.  She is sweet, kind, smart, beautiful and has so much love to give.  She too is guarded from a past relationship but she has learned from it. She knows what she wants and what touches her the most. She is  strong and I just adored her. 

Emma Scott, you put my heart through the wringer with this one, all though it's not the first time.   This book brought out so many emotions. The love, the pain, the heartache, but also the happiness.  The friendship between Conner and Wes was absolutely beautiful to see.  I swear if you could put them together they would be the perfect person.  They balanced each other out, had each other’s backs no matter what. They were always there for each other no matter what it may cost the other.  Their friendship or should I really say brotherhood was so real that I felt deep in my soul what they had.  And despite what I said about my feelings for Conner, both of them wee really good men who cared so much for each other.  I think they just had their own issues that they may not have handled in the right way.  

I wish is could say much more about this book but I truly do not want to give anything away.  My heart was caught in my throat more than once.  I adored the characters and the relationships they had.  The words written were flawless and done in such beautiful way.  I felt every single emotion from the characters.  And the end!!!  My God I’m not sure how to handle it. Going in I knew this was a duet so I expected the end to leave me hanging, but My God I was not prepared for that.  This is one of those books that will give you a hangover for days and stay with you forever. I need book two now!! 

I took the cement stairs into the library and entered the cool, hushed confines of the main reading room. None of the long mahogany desks with green-shaded lamps were empty. One of the university clubs had taken over two-thirds of the space. The rest of the tables were filled with students like me, trying to get a head start their course load.

I finally found an empty seat at the end of a table, opposite a blond guy engrossed in reading. His open backpack spilled books and papers into what I hoped could be my table territory.

“Excuse me,” I whispered. “Can I…?”

He looked up, his expression vaguely hostile. Piercing blue-green eyes set in a stunningly handsome, if angular, face met mine. High cheekbones, sharp chin and long straight nose. He looked chiseled out of smooth stone at first glance, then his features softened for a moment as his gaze swept over me. Something like recognition lit up his eyes, and I could see the gears of his brain turning as he studied, analyzed, and then came to a conclusion. Not a good one, I guessed, because his expression hardened again.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. He stood up, leaning his tall, slender frame over the table to corral the books back into his pack.

“Thanks,” I said, thinking if he wasn’t a basketball player or a runner, he was a model.

All right, girl, get a grip.

I sat, cracked my textbook and settled in to read. I wasn’t through two pages when the words blurred to nonsensical gibberish and my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched.

I glanced up, straight into the ocean eyes of the guy across from me. A million thoughts swirled in their soft depths before they quickly glanced down. He slouched lower in his chair, disappearing behind his book—the collected poems of Walt Whitman. Part of me wanted to melt. Good lord, a hot guy reading poetry? I was only human.

And this is how you wound up with a broken heart in the first place.

I must’ve been frowning at the book because the guy held it up and said, “Not a fan?”

I blinked back to reality. “No,” I said. “I mean, yes. I love Whitman. And poetry in general. I just... Never mind.”

He regarded me a long moment, then slowly closed Whitman and picked up Atlas Shrugged from his short stack of books.

“Ugh, that’s even worse,” I muttered without thinking, and then shook my head. “God, sorry, I left my filter at home. Don’t listen to me.”

His lip curled. “Is there anything in my collection you approve of?”

A hot, smart asshole, I thought. Game on.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m not in a good mood today and it’s making me forget my manners. I’ll leave you to read your capitalist propaganda in peace.”

The guy’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the blond hair that fell across his brow. “Not a fan of Rand either?” He smirked knowingly. “No, of course you aren’t.”

My blood heated at his flippant tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The guy nodded at my textbook—Global Responsibility and the Third-World Hunger Epidemic—and shrugged, as if that answered everything.

“Oh.” I frowned. “Well… yes. I mean, Rand’s point of view is purely capitalist and mine isn’t. Not by a long shot.”

The student sitting to my right exchanged glances with the girl sitting across from him. Then both packed up their books and left.

“We’re being disruptive,” I said to my across-table neighbor. “We need to stop talking now.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on me. “So what’s your point of view?”

“My what?”

“You said your point of view isn’t capitalist.” He raised a brow. “So what is it?”

“Humanist, I suppose. Since you asked. I think everyone, regardless of race, creed, income-level, or sex should be granted the same shot as anyone else.” I raised a brow at him. “But you don’t?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” he said with a slight chuckle. “Since we’re tossing labels around, I’m a realist.” He held up his book. “And not a fan of Rand either.”

“You’re not?” I leaned back too, crossing my arms. “Are you just messing with me or what?”

“Maybe,” he said. “What do you care what I think anyway?”

My mouth fell slack. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.”

“No problem.”

“Wow, you’re rude.”

“That’s the word on the street.”

“I can see why.” I lifted my own book up to signal conversation over, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I could feel the hum of his presence like a field of electrical wires, getting under my skin and infiltrating my thoughts. The buzz went beyond distraction. It felt like a challenge had been laid down.

And I never walked away from a challenge.

I lowered my book to see the guy’s glance hide behind his book again.

“Well?” I demanded.

“Well what?”

Why are you watching me?

“Why are you reading Ayn Rand if you don’t like her either?”

“Required reading for an English Lit minor.”

“And your major? Let me guess, pre-law.”

“God, no,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows but he offered nothing more. “Are you going to make me run through Amherst’s list of majors until I guess which one is yours?”

“Yes,” he said. “Alphabetically, please.”

A laugh burst out of me against my will, and the guy almost smiled. Every one of his hard angles softened.

“Economics,” he said. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with it.”

“That feels like the most honest thing you’ve said to me so far,” I said.

“And that’s important to you?”

“Yes,” I said, my laughter dying away as I remembered Mark and that girl, naked in the bed I’d slept in just the night before. “Honesty is very important.”

He lifted one shoulder.

“You don’t agree?” I asked.

“Being honest is sometimes mistaken for being rude.”

“You must be really honest,” I said.

Again, he almost smiled. “Must be.”

Satisfied that I’d held my own against this beautiful but hostile member of the opposite sex, I went back to my book…for eight entire seconds before my skin started prickling again. The electric hum of his attention was impossible to ignore.

When I looked up this time, he didn’t look away but cleared his throat.

“I’m Weston Turner.”

Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.


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