Friday, September 4, 2015

Release Blitz: Charlie Foxtrot By Lani Lynn Vale

Foster made a promise in his hospital bed when his leg was taken from him that he’d get back to one hundred percent. Leg or no leg, he’d get back on the SWAT team if it killed him. 

And he does get back. But he has a problem. 

He can’t let go of the past. 

The anger burns deep, making his emotions volatile at the best of times.

Then he meets Blake with her haughty attitude and inability to distinguish the difference between a pocket knife and a sword. 

Little by little, she makes him whole again, one bad joke at a time. 

She doesn’t see the revenge in his eyes, though. Doesn’t see the rage burning deep. 

Rage so pure and all encompassing, that he knows it’ll explode. 

It’s just a matter of time. 

What Foster doesn’t realize, though, is that the love that Blake has for him is enough to fight his demons, one kiss at a time. 

Foster never stood a chance.
I am going to be straight up honest here my fellow readers, normally when this author has a release coming up I can’t wait to get my grubby little hands on an ARC and I read it immediately.  This time I was skeptical.  Let me tell you why.  It is no secret that I disliked the previous book so much that I posted my review after the tour, I hoped that it was a onetime glitch that I hated a book by this author, an author who I have come to love since being introduced to her work.  So while I wasn’t sure I still wanted to read Charlie Foxtrot, I signed up anyways.  Thank god I did because ladies and gentleman Lani Lynn Vale is back.  This is the recipe that has worked so well for her, what made me fall in love with her books in the first place.  The action, the alpha male, the sassy female, the laugh out loud moments, the sex, the friendships, and the story that has you hooked from the beginning. 

Foster was wounded when trying to save his brother’s woman from a psycho bitch, it cost him his leg  but he swore he would be back on the SWAT team, that his lack of a lower leg wouldn’t hold him back.  It doesn’t, but he is angry and moody and no one wants to deal with him.  So when he meets a woman who doesn’t back down from his pissed off at the world attitude, what does he do?  He fights it at first of course, like every other typical male.  But trust me that fight doesn’t go on long.

Blake is dealing with her own hurt, one that may not be physical but feels like a virtual slap in the face every time she has to see her ex-husband.  Starting her job as a dispatcher puts her in constant connect with Foster though and quickly they go from frenemies to friends to lovers.  I loved how Foster claimed Blake, totally an alpha thing to do.  I felt a range of different emotions with not only the pains of Blake’s past, but how her mother treated her, and how when something devastating happens I had tears in my eyes for her pain.

Charlie Foxtrot not only renewed my faith in this series, it had me hooked from the beginning to the end.  I love a book that can make you laugh, have you on the edge of your seat, and feel so many emotions all at the same time.  So if you were like me and didn’t like the previous book, give this one a chance I think you will fall in love with the series once more.

“I cannot believe you’re making me do this, Uncle Darren. This is Missy’s job. Seriously, I’m going to give every single one of your SWAT team food poisoning, and then where would you be?” that voice said.

The voice that gave me an instant hard on.

The voice that’d been teasing me for weeks over the airwaves.

The voice that I wanted screaming my name with me pounding her to oblivion.

“Missy gave you very detailed instructions. All you have to do is right here,” Chief Rhodes said to Blake.

I’m glad that I never did anything with her…or to her, that would’ve brought his wrath down on my back.

It was a good thing to know. Considering it’d been in all my intentions to seduce her…and possibly keep her.

“Alright, I’ve got the biggest pot I could find, boiling with water. Now what?” she asked, running her finger over a piece of paper at her side.

I glanced at Chief Rhodes and nearly laughed when I saw him flipping through what looked like a Guns & Ammo Magazine.

He wasn’t even paying the least bit of attention to her.

Leaning against the door jam, I continued to watch as she brought out a large paper bag that had ‘Fisherman’s Cove’ on the side.

Peeking into the bag, she squeaked and stepped back, letting the bag drop to the floor.

“Oh, my God! They’re all over the floor, Uncle Darren!” Blake squealed.

The Chief didn’t even look up from his magazine.

“Pick them up,” he said distractedly.

The lobsters, all fifteen of them, started crawling around the kitchen floor.

“Uncle Darren, you big bastard,” Blake hissed.

The Chief smiled. “Did you read this article yet?”

“Which one? The one on the fifty caliber AR-15?” Blake gasped, stepping to the side of a crawling crustacean.

“That one. Do you see how far the shot knocks him back?” the Chief laughed.

“About as far as I’m going to knock you if you don’t fucking help me,” she growled, dancing on the tips of her toes and shaking her head.

I scanned her body, taking in everything in a glance.

Her hair was up in messy bun on top of her head, stray hairs falling out every which way.

She was wearing blue jean shorts that just barely covered her ass, and a white tank top that said, ‘I make dirt look sexy.’

Her legs were long and toned.

They were deeply tanned, but you could tell that they were tan from being outside, and not a tanning bed.

She had a suntan line at her ankles from what looked like socks and shoes.

Her toes were painted a lime green, and she was wearing a pinky toe ring.

The whole outfit was outrageous, but it fit Blake’s personality perfectly.

“Need help?” I rumbled from the doorway.

The Chief didn’t look up, but Blake did.

And she looked stunned.

“What are you doing here so early? Dinner’s not ready yet,” she snapped.

I held my hands up.

“I’m here because I’m supposed to drop these off,” I said, waving a stack of folders in her direction.

My eyes roamed the front of her, zeroing in on the way her pink and white bra straps showed from under her tank.

She narrowed her eyes, and effectively dismissed me by turning her back on me.

I guessed, though, that it was because she was hiding the way her nipples pebbled in reaction to my gaze.

Well, I’ll take that as she was happy to see me.

The Chief finally stood and walked over to me, stepping over a lobster as he went. “You have one escaping into the kitchen,” he said on his way out.

I followed him, smiling at the curse she tossed at his back.

“You’re mean,” I laughed.

The Chief looked over at me and winked. “She needs to be challenged sometimes. And she’s stubborn as hell. If I hadn’t given her something to do, she’d just be worrying.”

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.


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