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Hi I'm Janna and I am a book whore! I started this blog after being a part of another for years. While being a big blog may be nice I like to stay true to me having a love for books, that's why I blog. I love books and I want to share that love with my readers of this blog. I love to read, books are my escape and a huge part of my life besides my husband and two children. I am honest and sometimes sassy in my reviews but never mean. Some of my favorite authors include Kristen Ashley, Penelope Douglas, T.M. Frazier, M.N. Forgy, Rachel Van Dyken, Meghan March and Vi Keeland to only name a few!


Thursday, September 7, 2017

Blog Tour! Drumline By Stacy Kestwick



Traditions are important. Especially in the South. College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows. Some things just don’t change. Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bull***t attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line. It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it. She expects there to be tension. Even friction. But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.

I used to love going to my favorite college teams football games and a huge part of that reason was well, kay there are hot guys in tight pants but the other reason beyond my true love for the sport is the band.  They always kept the crowd pumped up and I loved watching the half time shows.  Still do if I am to be honest.  The drumline always held my attention, and Drumline REALLY held my attention while I was reading it.

 I LOVED Drumline, I loved the chemistry between Laird (OMG can I just say that name alone is H.O.T.!) and Reese, they had me on edge.  That back and forth banter, the girl who could drum better than others and the lead drummer who knows how to use his stick, I mean drums sticks.  No special treatment, if you read the book you will understand why those simple words actually mean so much more.  I loved how strong Reese was, I loved how she wouldn’t let some bullies bring her down.  I loved Laird, his heart, his empathy, how much pain he has gone through yet come out stronger than most anybody ever would.  I laughed, I cried, I smiled and I may or may not have had to do some wardrobe changes if you catch my meaning while reading this book.  I honestly couldn’t get enough and want MORE!

Drumline made me want to grab tickets to a college football game, watch the game but focus on the drumline, especially the snares because they sure know how to keep rhythm and can get you all excited quickly when they do it right.  I am talking about drumming you dirty minded people lol.  Anyways Drumline I absolutely loved and hope everyone puts it on their TBR lists immediately.  







He devoured me. Being eaten alive had never felt so good. His lips. His hands. His heat. My entire being was overwhelmed by him finally, finally touching me. The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact. His hands moved over me restlessly, hungrily, skimming down my back on the way to my ass, then back up my sides to frame my face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat behind on every inch of skin he claimed for himself. I pulled at his shirt while he pushed me against the solidness of the door. My heart tripped over itself in its race to keep up. Muffled sounds came from both of us, vibrating in our throats but not escaping our lips because we hadn’t even parted for a breath yet. Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me. His lips were somehow firm and soft at the same time as he slanted them over me again and again. It was like being called up to the major league from the minors. Nothing in my past compared. I shivered from the intensity of it, from the innate authority of his mouth as he consumed me. Like I was made to bend to him, as inevitable as the moon ceding to the sun. I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair. The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness gather at the juncture of my thighs. Dear sweet rosy-cheeked baby Jesus and all the saints in heaven. His mouth needed to come with a warning label. Danger. Highly flammable. But it was too late. I’d had a taste and I liked the burn.




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