Tuesday, 15 May 2018

Book Blitz & Review - F*cking Shattered - K.B. Andrews






Title: F*cking Shattered
Author: K.B. Andrews
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017






Blurb


I've always been the shy, quiet one.

My best friend, the fun loving, outgoing one.

When she's gone, taken away entirely way too soon,

I have to learn how to live.

And not just for me, but for her too.

I have to live for the both of us.

That means doing things I'd never do, stepping out of the shadows

to join the rest of the world- taking chances, falling in love,

and getting into a little trouble along the way.

Losing my best friend broke me.

And when a person breaks,

They f*cking shatter.









OUR REVIEW:


“Loss and finding love, 5 stars”

Andrews is a new to me author and I’m glad I took a chance on her story. I loved the title and the cover drew me in so it was an easy choice to read and the story held up once I started. I look forward to reading more of Andrews work in the future.

Jovi is the quiet shy type. She rather hang out at home than go out, but that all changes when her world is turned upside down. Jovi embarks on a journey she never saw coming and with someone she never thought she’d do it with.

River moved across the country to spend time with his sister only for her to be taken too soon. When he meets Jovi he understands why his sister loved her. Only Jovi doesn’t know who he is. Will he tell her before its too late and he betrays her or will she forgive him for hiding his identity?

These two were shattered but found love when they least expected it. This story proves that sometimes someone else knows something about you before you do.


Star Ratings:
Plot- 5/5
Characters- 5/5
Heat- 5/5
Writing style- 5/5
Overall- 5/5



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Excerpt

He
practically pushes me up to the bar and onto a barstool before motioning for
the bartender.
I make myself comfortable, hanging
my purse on the hook under the bar, as he orders us a drink.
He takes the seat next to me and I
look over at him, trying to figure him out and what he wants with me.
“What are you staring at?” he asks,
seeing me out of the corner of his bright blue eyes.
“I’m trying to figure out what your
deal is.”
He turns his body to face me. “Why
do I have to have a ‘deal’?”
I shrug as the bartender places our
drinks in front of us. I pick up the glass and take a sip as he slides over
some cash. “I don’t know. We met under these really weird circumstances, and
then we had a random hook up. I never expected to see you again.”
He sets his drink down and trains
his eyes on me. “Let me ask you this, why did you kiss me yesterday?”
I turn to look at myself in the
mirror hanging behind the bar. I don’t want him to see me, see that I’m lying. “As
a thank you for the drink.” The lie leaves my lips smoothly. I almost buy it
myself.
“Bullshit. What’s the real reason?”
I turn to him suddenly with my mouth
hanging open from him calling me out. “It’s none of your business.”
He laughs. “It’s none of my business
why you felt the need to sexually assault me?” He leans back, amusement written
all over his perfectly sculpted face. His eyes shine bright, even under the dim
lights of the bar.
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Sexual
assault? I don’t think that’s what it was.” I pick up my drink and take another
swig, enjoying the burn it brings and the numbness that accompanies it.
“Did I give you the impression that
I wanted you to kiss me?”
I squint my eyes at him. What is he
getting at? “
No.
“Then why did you do it?” His eyes
hold a gleam of wicked amusement. He likes challenging me.
I let out a deep breath. “A friend
of mine made me this summer bucket list,” I admit a little breathless.
He nods like he understands. “And
this list said ‘kiss River’?” His voice is dead serious, but the expression on
his face is nothing short of sarcastic.
“No. It said ‘kiss a stranger’,” I
say, annoyance consuming me as I push my dark hair behind my ear.
He holds his arms up at his sides. “So
why me? What made you decided that I was the stranger you should kiss?”
God he annoys me so much! “I don’t
know. You were there, the list popped into my head. I figured, why not? I had
never seen you before in my life and I figured I never would again.”
“Ahh, so you took this bucket list
challenge, but you decided to play it the safe way.”
“What do you mean the safe way?” I
want to get up and leave because he pushes these buttons inside of me that make
me want to pull my hair out. It’s like he’s a child that just lives to annoy
me. But something inside of me won’t let me walk away that easy. It’s like I’m
a glutton for punishment, and just have to see what he will say next.
He pulls his barstool a bit closer,
causing his legs to be on either side of mine. Our legs are almost touching and
it causes a tingle to take over. “Okay, this list, I’m assuming, was meant to
get you out of your element, to make you do things you’d never do, and to learn
to live with what comes out of it instead of always playing it safe, right?” His
jaw flexes as he waits for the answer.
I nod. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Well, you’re not playing right.”
A puff of air leaves me in a rush. “There
are no rules!”
He holds up his finger. “That’s
where you’re wrong. Why bother with the list if you’re not going to do it
right? You thought you could cross things off without having to deal with the
consequences. Meaning, you kissed me because you thought you wouldn’t have to
mess with the awkwardness of having to run into me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek while
I think it over. But I can’t come up with an argument because he’s right. I’m
not doing this right. I need to put myself out there and learn what it’s like
to be truly vulnerable.
I pick up my glass and finish it
off.
River, apparently happy with the
inner turmoil he’s caused in me, leans back, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I
want to reach over and smack that smug look right off his face.
After a good, long minute of
silence, I turn to him. “So what should I do then? Just go up to a random
stranger in here and kiss them?”
He looks around, surveying the small
pub. “Yeah, go kiss that one.” He nods towards the back corner.










Author Bio




K.B.
Andrews was born and raised in a small town in Southern Illinois where she now
resides with her husband, two kids, two dogs, and a grouchy cat. She spends her
days with her nose in a book or eyes on a computer, working on her newest
story. To stay up to date on new releases and sales, follow on her Facebook,
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