Friday, June 27, 2014

Blog Tour Review: Breathe With Me (With Me in Seattle #7) by Kristen Proby

Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time…

Mark and Meredith were high-school sweethearts. They were each other’s firsts. They loved each other deeply, but at seventeen with future goals and dreams ahead how could it last? Devastating both their hearts, Meredith chose to embark on her future without Mark. Where she was headed and what she wanted to achieve she couldn’t bear any distractions. And that’s exactly what Mark was for her. A distraction.

…But true love has a way of finding its way back.

Fast forward ten years later and Meredith is back in town. A tragic event reunites her and Mark. When they see each other again, it’s like no time has passed. The feelings and knowledge of one another are still there. Stronger now with age and distance. But can they make it work? Is their time now or will Meredith walk away from Mark again?

“You are my biggest what if, M.”

Kristen Proby has a way of writing believable fiction. I forgot I was reading a romance novel and instead felt like I was witnessing two people meant to be together finally find their way to each other. She truly brings her characters to life.

Mark and Meredith never got over each other. There may have been lovers between their separation, but none came close to ever making it into their hearts. There wasn’t a moment that one didn’t think about the other.

“…It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.”

But fear, not the chase of future dreams, may be their downfall this time around. Mark doesn’t trust that Meredith won’t leave him again. She’s chosen to leave him behind before. Meredith is terrified of losing him. After all, everyone she loves…dies. There’s a scene towards the end of this book where Meredith is faced with her fear. It is heart wrenching and painful to see what triggers her fear of loss. Kristen Proby had me curled in a ball, clutching my Kindle and bawling my eyes out. That particular scene really made me reflect on my own life and how fast things could change. I wanted to gather my kids and husband and just hold them, being that is was well past midnight at the time I let them sleep. But it was a good reminder of what not to take for granted.

“There were days…I would have exchanged a year of my life to touch you one more time.”

Of course Breathe With Me was full of steamy bedroom scenes that could have fogged up my glasses. Mark in the bedroom…yum! Alpha male, adoring, attentive. Oh the characters that reside in Ms. Proby’s head.

“I love you so much it hurts to breath, Meredith.”

One thing I’ve said time and again throughout my reviews of this series is I love how we see everyone. I mean every character from this series. We see their lives evolve. Babies born and children growing. We’re invited on the crazy, wild Girls Night Outs. And this book does not disappoint with the GNO. The Montgomery and Williams clans head to Vegas for a weekend. Yeah, let your imagination run from there.     

The air smells of sweet liquor and bad choices as the girls laugh and high-five each other.

Overall this was a fantastic read and one not to miss. Only one more to go till the end of this amazing series. Thank you, Ms. Proby, for this wonderful journey you have kept us on. Until next time.

Pick up the other books in the With Me In Seattle series

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at  

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Blog Tour: Come Sundown by Chelsea Landon

Erin Evans is the kind of girl no guy wants to be in a relationship with. She’s controlling and never backs down when she thinks she’s right. Knowing this, and rightfully fearing her last few years in her twenties will be like the last five, she looks for some adventure. That’s when her best friend convinces her to go on vacation with her to the Bahamas. On the land of white sand, coconut rum, and a cloudless sky, what she never expects is to meet Tyler Weston, a local bartender with a sweet tongue for the pretty girls. He’s tattooed, entertaining, and living the dream in paradise as he sets her drinks and her world on fire. As the moon lights the city, Erin unexpectedly becomes infatuated with Tyler and his bartending skills when he offers her the challenge of trying his Black Magic drink her first night on Paradise Island. Hoping to get some more alone time with Tyler, she sets out on a mission to try every drink on the menu while on vacation. And after one night and one Black Magic drink, both of which she can barely remember, results into two weeks of exciting possibilities she never saw coming. Can Erin put aside her cynical side and let the dirty-mouthed bartender show her what island life and love are really like?

I had never been on a jet ski before, and after ten minutes of skimming over the gentle waves, I wasn’t sure I ever would again. Tyler thought it was hilarious to dump me off the back when I thought I saw a shark.
True, it wasn’t a shark, but a dolphin.
“Even the sharks won’t hurt you,” he said, still laughing as I clung to his back, fearing for my life.
“The fuck you say,” I wailed, refusing to even look at the playful dolphin nudging the side of the jet ski. “Where I come from, sharks bite.”
Tyler ignored me and reached down, running his hand over the dolphin’s nose. “He’s just curious about you.”
I wasn’t so sure about that but when we got to the swimming pigs, I had another momentary freak-out.
“Holy Jesus, are those pigs?” I was practically standing on the jet ski trying to distance myself from them.
Tyler looked up at me as he treaded water with them. “What do they look like?”
“Well I suppose they’re pigs then.” He rubbed the top of a gray and black one’s head.
“Jump in.” He gave a nod with his head, the pigs all around him now, like they were old friends.
I gave him a horrified look. “No. Pigs shouldn’t swim.”
“Says who?”
“Me. I say that.”
“Don’t be a pussy. It’s a fucking pig. He ain’t gonna bite.”
“He won’t?”
Tyler wouldn’t lie to me, would he?
“No.” He looked at me and his eyes darkened. “I might.”
Pigs apparently don’t bite. Well at least they didn’t bite me. They sniffed me and invaded my space, but no biting.
Being out in the water this way offered some sights you wouldn’t usually see on the beach. I saw pigs swimming, tasted a fresh pineapple, went through a secret canyon, kissed under another waterfall, and ran my hands over a stingray.
“I can’t believe how blue the water is,” I said, my chin resting on Tyler’s shoulder when we stopped about a half mile from the beach.
“It’s the way the light reflects off the water that gives it that clear blue appearance.”
My favorite part, maybe the most memorable?
I was straddling Tyler on his sun-drenched jet ski, when his palm met my breast over my bikini and I knew where it was heading again. His thumb grazed my nipple, his other hand brushing over my sun-sizzling skin until it was wrapped around my neck and pulling my kiss to his. My lashes fluttered closed. His lips were so soft and tender, pouring emotion and sweet desperation into his touch...something you wouldn’t think someone having just a short-lived island romance would do.
The kiss deepened as he gathered me up drawing me into his chest. My legs fell to the sides and squeezed, rubbing against his hardness. Shivers shot through my entire body at the contact. “You’re addicted, aren’t you?” he asked, his lips at my ear.
I moaned and he grunted at the contact, his hand moving to wrap around my waist, grinding me into him once again. “I am.” I kissed him again, slow and deep. “Are you?”
As the jet ski rocked in gentle movements, his hands untied my bikini strings, lifting me slightly so my bottoms were fisted in his hand at my hip. He lifted me again, his hands fumbling between us. His eyes found mine, shades of blue revealing a sweet sadness. “I’m obsessed,” he murmured, the warm glow from the waters dancing against his skin as sunlight reflected off each ripple.
1. Blurred Lines – Robin Thicke
2. Talk Dirty – Jason Derulo
3. Short Change Hero – The Heavy
4. Cruise – Florida Georgia Line
5. When The Lights Go Out – The Black Keys
6. Radioactive – Kings of Leon
7. Toes – Zac Brown Band
8. Won’t Let Go – Black Stone Cherry
9. Ordinary World – Duran Duran
10. I Love A Rainy Night – Eddie Rabbitt
11. Drink You Away – Justin Timberlake
12. Freaks – French Montana
13. Almost Lover – Jasmine Thompson
14. Dancin’ Away With My Heart – Lady Antebellum
15. Dust to Dust – The Civil Wars
16. Happiness – The Fray
17. Am I Wrong – Nico & Vinz

“Hey, city girl, what’s your pleasure?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, girl, if you want me to take you could just ask me.”

“I told you” — he took a drag from his cigarette and then flicked it away — “I would be anything you needed.”

“You make me lose my mind,” he said.
“You help me keep mine.”

“Your whiskey sour set my soul on fire.”

“I blame you for my inability to walk in a straight line. Your drinks suck,” I said, wiping sand from my lips and cheek.
“Or you could...” he said, gesturing to our current position with me cradled in his lap.

“It doesn’t matter how you look at it, Erin. A heart is always on the line.”
Something Worth Saving - Released Feb 1, 2014
It was one night, one fate and something tragic destroying something beautiful. Heavy sheets of smoke curling and rolling together constricting my visions of this life I had. You see that there? That wrenching pain in your gut knowing not everything as it seems? Look closer. That nervous energy you now have, stumbling over words you can’t say, a voice muffled under a mask, a moaning plea to be saved, slurred words on the tip of your tongue, there’s the something tragic. When I have nothing left to give, nothing left to say, it’s him that brings me back to the moment, in the arms of my firefighter, the warmth of his heart and body, struggling to save his family.
Just Enough - Coming Aug 2014
I want out of this town. I want to leave and never look back. He doesn’t knock when he comes in, he never needs to. He knows, as well as I do, my door is always open, waiting. I crave him. I do. He knows this, I think, I know, and I believe he craves me too. Why else would he come back? It’s his determination and his will that gets me. That determination keeps me waiting for him in a dreary bay. I’ve always heard my friends say they wanted the rich guy to take them out of this small town that seems to hold us all captive. Lincoln wasn’t that guy. At first look, he’s a fisherman, married to the sea and weighted by her waves. Who is he to me? He’s someone who gives just enough. He shows me a different way of thinking. A way to give more than just enough.

A stay-at-home mom, Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet treats she never eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her novels. A dreamer at heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters. She’s a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak, wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly introverted.

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