Thursday, September 18, 2014

Blog Tour: Rouse Me by Crystal Kaswell

Book Details:
Title:    Rouse Me
Author:   Crystal Kaswell
Genre:   Contemporary Romance
Release Day:    August 4, 2014

Alyssa Summers is not the kind of girl who cheats. Sure, she isn't in love with her fiancé, Ryan Knight, but she has no use for silly ideas like love or passion. She needs someone who can keep her from destroying herself. She needs Ryan. She's sure of it.
Then she meets Luke Lawrence.
He's handsome. And he's bold—he thinks nothing of flirting with her in front of Ryan. And he's smart, and articulate, and interested in what she has to say.
But she should be able to stop thinking about him.
So what if his big, brown eyes light up when he smiles? So what if his laugh completely disarms her? So what if his touch-- even his fingertips grazing her back-- makes her body hum?
She shouldn't feel so tempted. She shouldn't feel so desperate to know him. Luke is Ryan's business partner, for God's sake. She should be able to resist him.
But she can't. She wants Luke more than she's ever wanted anything.

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3.5 star Review by Natasha Gentile

 So when I first read this blurb, I gotta say I got excited.  I’m not one for cheating but I was intrigued by it. 

Alyssa Summers,  is a C-list actress.  She has taken a year off, because of her addiction.  You see she’s bulimic.  She is on her road to recovery.  She is also engaged to Mr. Ryan Knight.  Now here is where things got a little cloudy from the blurb to the book.  I expected to see Ryan this wonderful man who is supportive and loving and caring.  What you got is a grade A, Kobe Beef a-hole.  He is borderline verbally abusive, he's condescending, and really doesn't care one bit about her as well.  You see Ryan is a workaholic.  He has also managed to convince her that she needs him in order to survive.  Umm.. What the hell!!  She totally believes it as well, until she meets him Luke Lawrence, partner of none other than Ryan.

Luke steps inside.  He’s taller than I imagined.  Younger too.  In his late 20's probably.  He’s built like a runner-tall with long, lean muscles.  And he’s handsome.  Very handsome.  His coffee-colored eyes and messy black hair stand out against his light skin.

Okay, handsome was the wrong word.  He’s hot.  Smoking Hot. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says.  You must be Alyssa.  I’m Luke.  Luke Lawrence.”

His eyes connect with mine.  Eyes, his eyes are amazing-the darkest of browns big and full of life.   He holds my gaze as he shakes my hand.  I nod.  He’s Luke.  Luke Lawrence.  Ryan’s partner.  Remember Ryan, your fiancĂ©?

This is where you look at the book and say, don’t do it..Don’t go there..It’s not going to be pretty..There is a saying that goes, “you don’t poop where you eat.”  Heed this advice.. No one ever listens to me..well almost no one.

So they start a friendship, if that's what you want to call it.  You see Luke makes no secret that he wants her.  Flat out flirting with her in front of Ryan, which is clue one, you should be looking for another partner. Alyssa flat out says she’s happy with Ryan, except she’s a liar liar pants on fire.  She can’t stop thinking about him.

The trouble is, I know what I want, and it’s absolutely not what I should want.

I want Luke.

You know what they say you play with fire, you get burnt blowing up the house!!!

So now you have to decide, do you want to stay with your safe haven, who has helped you through your downfalls, or, do you want to live with a beating heart and a love that consumes you?

I wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I dream up last night or did Ryan really ask me to marry him?
            Did I dream that I said yes and that Ryan whisked me back home? That he was some mix of affectionate and aggressive when he laid me on our bed and stripped me naked, and kissed me—serious kisses, not the usual pecks—until I asked for more? Did I dream about the close thrusts in missionary, my attention fading in and out, my gaze drifting to the ring?
            And there it is, on my left hand. It's a big, showy thing, meant to broadcast my “engaged” status to anyone who even glances at me. Meant to broadcast Ryan's status to anyone who sees us together.
            There's no way I dreamed up this ring.
            I am engaged to Ryan.
            I should be excited.
            I am excited. Of course I'm excited. Ryan has done a lot for me. He deserves to be my husband.
            Still, I try to avoid the ring's reflection as I brush my teeth. It's impossible. The enormous rock catches the light at every angle. It must have cost a fortune. Ryan is doing well, really well, but he didn't need to drop so much money on a piece of jewelry. It's not as if I'll be able to wear it often if I go back to acting. And I don't want to get into fights about why I'm not wearing his expensive ring.
            In the kitchen, Ryan fixes our usual breakfasts—an egg white omelet for him, oatmeal and fruit for me. He kisses me, a soft peck on the lips.
            “Good morning, Mrs. Knight,” he says with a smile. There's another fight I don't want to have—whether or not I'll take his name.
            I fix our coffees—black for him, agave and almond milk in mine. I know, I'm one of those Los Angeles people, but there is no room for sugar or half and half on my recovery diet.
            We eat quietly for a few minutes. I read on my Kindle. Ryan works on his laptop. It's our normal routine, but today Ryan is especially annoyed.
            “What is this?” he asks, turning the laptop to me. And there it is—his name on Google, and half a dozen celebrity gossip websites running with the story of our engagement. And here I thought everyone forgot about me.
            “You proposed at a popular restaurant. What did you think would happen?” I ask.
            “It's supposed to be private,” he says. As if I had something to do with our names appearing on celebrity gossip sites. As if he didn't know, going in, that I am enough of a C-list actress to be interesting to people interested only in fame. As if our engagement is somehow less special because people know about it.
            “If you wanted it to be private, why didn't you do it here?” I ask.
            “I'm not going to ask you to be my wife over take out in the condo.” He sinks into his bad mood, poring over the gossip sites, the expression in his hazel eyes growing more and more irritated.
            “I guess I under-estimated how much everyone wants to talk about you,” he adds.
            “They'll have forgotten by this weekend.”
            “My parents are going to find out we're engaged from some gossip site.”
            “Your parents don't follow gossip.”
            “Someone is going to call them,” he says.
            “What do you want me to do about it?”
            “There's nothing you can do.” He slips his suit jacket over his shoulders and packs his briefcase. “In a few years, no one will remember who you are, and we'll never have to deal with this kind of thing.”
            Is that supposed to be comforting?
            He kisses me on the cheek on his way out the door. I turn over his words.
            In a few years, no one will remember who you are.
            In a few years, Alyssa Summers, you will not be anything but my wife.

Crystal Kaswell is the author of Rouse Me, coming August 2014. She is a voracious reader, typically consuming books in only two or three days. When not reading or writing, she is typically playing board games, drinking tea, or riding her beach cruiser around Los Angeles.


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1 comment:

  1. Love triangles usually frustrate me but at the same time provide some amazing drama and conflict. It's one of those damned if I do, damned if don't when reading since someone always has to lose.


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