Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Release Day Blitz: To Love Jason Thorn by Ella Maise

Title: To Love Jason Thorn
Author: Ella Maise
Release Date: Dec 3, 2015
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Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend.
Oh, how stupidly in love with that boy I was. He was the first boy that made me blush, my first official crush. Sounds beautiful so far, right? That excitement that bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And boy did he crush my little heart into pieces.
After the stomping part he became the boy I did my best to stay away from—and let me tell you, it was pretty hard to do when he slept in the room right across from mine.
When tragedy struck his family and they moved away, I was ready to forget he ever existed.
Now he is a movie star, the one who makes women of all ages go into a screaming frenzy, the one who makes everyone swoon with that dimpled smile of his. Do you think that’s dreamy? I certainly don’t think so. How about me coming face to face with him? Nope still not dreamy. Not when I can’t even manage to look him in the eye.
Me? I’m Olive, a new writer. Actually, I’m THE writer of the book that inspired the movie he is about to star in on the big screen. As of late, I am also referred to as the oh-so-very-lucky girl who is about to become the wife of Jason Thorn.
Maybe you’re thinking yet again that this is all so dreamy? Nope, nothing dreamy going on here. Not even close.

5 I love Jason Thorn Stars

Review byNatasha Gentile
Ella Maise is becoming a one click, don’t even ask questions author for me.  I love everything she writes and this book was no different.

Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend.

I’m beginning to love this topic.  I think it’s actually taking over the step sibling craze.  

When Olive was the ripe age of six years old, almost seven she was introduced to her new next door neighbor.  Jason Thorn.  Their first meeting was actually very typical for a six year old.  She professed her love for him and asked him to marry her.  Of course Jason being the more mature one;  he was 10, tried to let her down slowly.  But when you're six years old the slightest touch must mean love, right?

Inside, I was dancing on the clouds.  

He had touched my hair.

He had touched my chin and looked into my eyes.


Our one-dimpled new neighbor. Had. Touched. Me.


I was pretty sure he’d fallen in love with me, too.  I mean  why else would he smile, look into my eyes, and touch me, if he hadn’t?



So that little boy grew up to be a one dimpled hot guy and you would think that Olive’s feelings would diminish- how wrong we were.  Not only did it not diminish, but he somehow, for a reason unbeknownst to him,  broke her heart.  Shattered it. 

That excitement that bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And boy did he crush my little heart into pieces.

When tragedy struck his family and he moved away, I was ready to forget he ever existed. Move on to bigger and better things.  But now eight years later he's turned into one of the hottest baddest movie stars out there.  Not only is he making women swoon with his one dimple, but he is making the paparazzi go crazy with his bad boy behavior.  Oh, does he ever!   

But Olive is doing amazing;  she has grown up and is now a writer.   A NYT best selling author.  An author who is now in talks to make her book into a movie.  Imagine her surprise and horror when meeting with the head honchos that not only do they want to make the movie they have the perfect star.  None other than Jason Thorn.

 I know I love it.  I was so giddy at this part, I really wanted to see it played out.  I giggled at my kindle like I had the biggest secret in the world.

Olive wasn’t the only one surprised- Jason was nearly knocked on his behind when he came face to face with her.  It was as if time hadn’t passed and she was still his ‘little one’. Except,  as we all know little things grow up and did she. 

F*ck me, but my little Olive-the same little girl I had protected from shitty bullies-was not so little anymore.

I was so excited at this point I was so happy they finally reconnected.  I couldn’t wait to see how they would behave with each other.  I mean she’s still his best friend's sister.  Would that stop him from acting on his feeling to ravish her?  And when I say ravish,  I mean he wants to eat her alive.  In the best way that can possibly be described.

He gently touched my stomach, then started running the back of his knuckled over my slightly irritated skin. 

That thing that resides in your chest? Took wings and flew away.

The other thing that was in  my skull? Turned to complete mush.

Olive is just a college kid/author.  She leads a quiet life, but suddenly the focus is on her.  Everyone wants to know who this mystery girl is?  When photos of the two of them are somehow leaked to the press his manager comes up with a way of how to tame his bad boy status.  Marry her.  Marry the girl that looks at you with her heart in her eyes.  Marry the only person that you feel that connection with.   

SO while I’m grinning ear to ear reading this book I’m yelling at her to say yes.  Just do it.  Marry him.  Have sex with him.  Lick that dimple.  Just do it. 

When I saw in his eyes…Everything around us melted away.  All the lights, Amelie, Alvin, every single person in the building melted away and it was just us.  It was just my Jason and me.  Not the movie star, not Jason Thorn whom every woman was salivating for.  Right at that moment, he was just mine.  

My dream boy.

My childhood crush.

My first love.

My only love.

And now my pretend husband.

Seems pretty simple right.? After all you two are friends.  You are just helping a friend out.  But then that moment happens.  The moment that you turn and see what is in front of you, what has been in front of you this whole time, but you never wanted to get close enough to touch it.  Afraid that once it’s in your grasp you’ll break it,  leaving it shattered, again.  Both of them afraid to cross that line, afraid that the other one isn’t feeling the same thing, except one look into each other's eyes and they see it, they feel it.  

This book.  I can’t begin to tell you the love I felt for this book.  At times I wanted to put my kindle down and call people and tell them to read it.  It was so good.  It was funny, it was fluffy, it was light, it was love.  It was perfect. 
Her gaze dropped down to my chest and her eyes slightly widened as if she was just realizing there was a half-naked man right in front of her. When her eyes started to trail lower, my skin prickled and I had to fight with my body to not react to her beautiful wandering eyes. “I…I should take a shower first so I’ll just…” Her eyes jumped between my eyes and collarbone. “I’ll head to the other room and grab…my things. I’ll be right back.” She patted my arm and ran away.
Chuckling, I got into bed.
Twenty minutes had passed when she finally put her knee on the right side of the bed and climbed up next to me. There was too much space between our bodies for us to ever come in contact, but instead of lying on the very edge of the bed like I was doing, she quietly got under the covers and settled in the middle.
I tensed.
Maybe she just wanted to lay in the middle so we could share the covers without having to pull on them? Or maybe she was a turner, and to avoid tumbling down, she needed to fall asleep far away from the edge? Either way, I would stay on my side so it was okay.
Everything would be fine.
Another ten minutes passed and thanks to Olive’s tossing and turning, I was still wide awake.
Every single time she turned, moved, fluffed her pillow, or quietly sighed, my body got a reminder of her presence and of course acted accordingly. Hell, even her breathing was starting to get to me.
Groaning, I turned to my right to see her back facing me.
“Jas—” she started to whisper, but before she could finish my name, I reached out, splayed my hand on her stomach—thank god she was at least wearing something—and pulled her back against my chest.
She gasped and her body stilled. For a moment, I didn’t know what I should do with my hand, but then I decided to rest my palm on the bed, still keeping my arm against her stomach, caging her in. At least this way she would stop tossing and turning and we would finally go to sleep.
“Jason? Are you sleeping?” she whispered, not turning her head.
“What do you think?” I muttered.
“Sorry. I can leave if you want—”
My chest still cushioning her back, I pulled my hips a few inches back—just to make sure she wouldn’t feel anything she wasn’t supposed to feel—and gave her body a gentle tug with my arm.
“Go to sleep, Olive.”
“Oh, okay,” she murmured.
A few minutes later, just when I was about to fall asleep, she started to wiggle her bottom. The little minx managed to rest her ass right above my dick. One wrong move and my already raging dick would have been resting right against her round, shapely ass—not that I had spent much time looking at it…
While her breathing had deepened shortly after she’d made sure her ass was perfectly placed to torture me, it took me hours to fall asleep, battling with the urge to move forward, just a few inches, just to let my dick cop a feel.
I'm an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.

I can't even begin to describe how exciting it is to give life to new characters and fall for them. It's a different kind of addiction I'm determined to keep alive.

I'm still searching for my own happy ending. Until that happens, I'll live vicariously through my own characters.

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