FallToYou Amazon GR SWMy apologies to Ms. Lexi Ryan… she and I are both tired of me being late but thankfully I’m just effing up on getting reviews done on time and it’s not like she and I are having a baby or anything. Don’t worry Lexi the blood work is showing that I’m not having a human baby so you can’t be my baby momma! Of course I can’t reassure the aliens the same thing, those dudes are going to be paying offspring support of yonks from the looks of it… a situation that seems about as screwed up as the one Lexi has set up, put forth and then made me WTF through in this second Here and Now book, Fall To You.

I’ve said it before, and you should quote me on this now, it’s not really the books that you love wildly that are the BEST books. It’s not the ones that make us have the biggest happy and give us the most comfort. Not the ones that are the ice cream of reads. You know when you glut the book and it taste and feel just right at the time, like perfect love of a lifetime on your tongue–sweet and smooth, but when a couple weeks go by you have a vague memory of the feeling not the flavor or the texture. Books that leave you with that happy memory and that warm feelies are Pavlovian books. You want that feeling you get that type of book to repeat the feeling you think those are great books.


The best books are actually the ones that move you, challenge you, twist you up, make you angry and make you think. Make you FEEL strongly, not make you feel safe and comforted. I’m not talking annoyance books where the heroine is characteristically flawed to always be a whinger or the hero has no balls or carries them in his purse. I’m bringing you to the land where you are ready to burn your book and drown your mailman for having delivered it from Amazon because the what the hell factor is so high your blood pressure can be read simply by looking at the grip you have on the cover of the book or e-reader. It’s the books you love to hate or eff you up but compel you to read more even though you think you do hate them. Or at times the ones you loathe but don’t even know you should LOVE to hate them.

I already called Lexi mean and crossed her off my Christmas list when I reviewed Lost In Me and you know… I am not even going to send her a birthday wish on Facebook until she rights all the wrongs she wrote in Fall To You and makes things better in the final book All For This. When I was reading Fall To You I wanted to kill and disembowel Hannah in so many different creative ways that I’m pretty freaking sure I would have impressed Jeffrey Dahmer. She is one of those heroines that I just want to throttle! How could anyone love someone so dearly unlikeable? I wouldn’t dip the wiener of someone I hated in her honeypot for fear it would catch her brand of namby-pamby.

So I just had my spazz let me give you a little book fill.

Fall To You picks up where Lost In Me leaves off… almost right so. Hannah is still magnificently reactionary and full up on herself and her internal BS. Nate has just left to entertain troops in the Middle East. Max is still in love with Hannah. I can’t figure out how she got the Willy Wonka Gold Wrapped Vagina that all the boys want to win, eat and be in, but it would seem that it’s made of steak and tastes like beer because this milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

All hell is breaking loose in Hannah’s Nate-free world and while he is gone and she is back in the bosom of her family she is once more playing house with Max. Through her flashbacks she is learning more and more about who the mystery baker that planted the bun in her oven, but little Hannah homemaker can’t seem to keep real life and pretend apart and soon she can’t tell what is in her emotional soup. I think one of the worst things about this whole book besides the ending has to be that Hannah confesses to being in love with both Max and Nate, I believe her, and can’t hate her for it. I dislike it when I can’t hate one of the guys in the love triangle I want to hate when I love the other guy more, but as much as I don’t dig Max–he’s really not a douchebag and I can see he loves her and that she loves him. If only I wasn’t cheerleader of Team Nater and President of the Nate fanclub.

Actually, I’m going to take that back in a mini-rant what I said about Hannah loving these two men. Hannah is incredibly immature and she really loves and cares only for herself. She jumps from guy to guy because she lacks identity without someone giving her some sort of validation. I think a lot of times she loves people for how they make her feel not who they are. And going by that alone Max really is the better guy for her because he might have been a tool initially but he seemed to get his crap together. But then I also have to say that Nate was pretty good for her in the fact that he never treated her like she was untouchable or delicate. I don’t know why he feels more sincere to me but he doesn’t feel much like he has ever had any hidden agenda. I want to think that Max will stop making my inner bullshit radar going off and I will come to total peace and be able to get on board with him but he just feels very plastique to me… and ultimately it doesn’t matter because Hannah feels superficial too because she thinks her value is skin deep. Seems that when you are looking for the person to reflect an image to you that you want to see for yourself you will choose the one most likely to tell you the right things than the one who shows you the right things.

Now the end of this book made me want to eat my Kindle. I loathed it. I actually loathed the last 40% of the book. It’s not the books fault the story is actually fine, I’m not flexible and this story has A FREAKIN’ LOT of twists and turns. I think Lexi could have written for Dynasty or Falcon Crest and had a fantastic career back in the 80’s. F*CK is this book a head game. You have to read it. You can’t not there are laws somewhere against ignoring this book and it would be a shame to be locked away and answer to some alpha prison inmate and become someone’s bitch just because you didn’t read the Here and Now Series.

When you are done and we get enough of us who want to eat tacks, riot and burn down buildings we can all get together and get sloppy drunk and call Lexi things behind her back, then drunk message her on Facebook. But knowing her she would just show up to our party and drink with us just to revel in our pain. You are such a devious bitch to like our torment, Lexi. =)

Don’t break the law… buy and read this book. All For This is due out in August.


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Fall To You Excerpt:

He pushes one dress strap off my shoulder and tugs on the fabric until one lace-covered breast is exposed.

He groans softly. “Your bra matches your panties.”

“What happened to those?”

With a boyish grin, he produces them from the pocket of his jeans. I take them and hold them up. They’re ruined. Torn at both hips. And I’m not the slightest bit upset about it.

I prop my hands on my hips in a pretend pout. “Now what am I going to put on after our shower?”

“If I have my way? Not a damn thing.”

Dropping his head, he puts his mouth to my breast and sucks me through the lace. The sensation is too much—the wet heat of his tongue, the rough texture of the lace, the painful pleasure of his rough mouth. I cry out, and the sound echoes against the walls.

Before I realize what he’s doing with his hands, my dress falls away, puddling at my ankles and leaving me standing there in nothing but my bra and my strappy heels. He slowly drags his mouth from my breast, and my nipple puckers harder in the cool air as Nate steps back to take me in.

This is the part I hate. Men’s assessing eyes on all my imperfections—the stretch marks at my breasts, the extra fat around my stomach, the cellulite on my ass and at the tops of my thighs. There’s nothing sexy about any of these parts of me. And there’s nothing that turns me off more than the disappointment in men’s eyes when they get me naked. It wasn’t like that with Max. But then again, I’ve never let him see me naked—not entirely. And by the time he saw me semi-nude, he was already in love with me.

Or you thought he was.

I focus on Nate and will myself to stop thinking about Max. I won’t let my broken heart ruin this night. This isn’t about love or men who make you feel whole. This is about sex and pleasure and—

Nate lifts his eyes back to mine, and what I see there brings my overactive brain to a screeching halt. Not disappointment. No. The heat in his eyes is undeniable. And it’s for me.

“You couldn’t be more perfect, Hanna.”

I look down, confused. Has someone else’s body magically replaced mine, because…? It’s true that I’ve toned up a bit in these last months while working out with Max, lost maybe ten pounds, but I still don’t have anything near the bodies my sisters have. I’m still the size-sixteen embarrassment I’ve been since adolescence.

Nate tilts my chin up with his thumb. He cocks his head as he studies me. “You really don’t know, do you? Our conversation earlier wasn’t just an act. You have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

I want to shrug it off, but he’s looking at me so intently, I know he expects an answer. “I’ve never been with a guy who was…into big girls.”

He grunts. “Is that what you think this is? Some sort of fetish?”

I shrug and drop my gaze to his throat.

“Hanna, I’m not ‘into big girls,’ as you put it. I like women. Beautiful women. Women who have curves.” He steps forward and twists the front clasp on my bra until it releases. The straps slide off my shoulders, and the bra falls to the floor. “I like breasts,” he murmurs, cupping mine in his hands and brushing his thumbs over my nipples.

I shudder at his touch, that knot of pleasure tightening between my legs.

He steps closer, and my breasts press against his chest. He slides his hands around my back and down until they’re cupping my butt. “And I’m not ashamed to say, I’m a bit of an ass man.” He squeezes. “Fabulous to look at and something to fill my hands when I’m fucking you from behind.”

My breath catches at the image. Fucking me from behind. No doubt he wouldn’t be talking to me like that if he had any idea how inexperienced I am.


The sight of him dropping to his knees cuts me off. “And this.” He presses his mouth against the curve of my belly. “I’ve been with women who have flat stomachs and women who are soft here. Beauty comes in different shapes, colors, and sizes. There’s no cookie cutter for sexy.”

At the gentle pressure on the inside of my thighs, I widen my stance instinctively, bracing myself on the counter as the most intimate part of me is exposed to him. I shudder as he takes two fingers and traces some invisible line from just below my pubic bone to my center.

“This,” he murmurs. He lifts his gaze to mine and touches his fingers to his lips for a moment. “How turned on you get when I touch you? When I talk to you? It’s is the sexiest fucking thing in world.”


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The last thing I remember is having drinks at Brady’s and trying to avoid eye-contact with my life-long crush—the gorgeous, unattainable Maximilian Hallowell. They tell me that was a year ago, but I have no memories of anything since then. What I do have is this ring on my finger that Max says he gave me, and this much-thinner body I’ve dreamed of most of my life. Aside from a case of retrograde amnesia, everything seems almost…perfect.

But the deeper I immerse myself into this new world of mine—planning a wedding to a man I don’t remember dating, attempting to run a business I don’t remember starting—the clearer it becomes that nothing is as it seems. Do I have the life I’ve always wanted or is it a facade propped up by secrets I don’t even know I have?

I need answers before I marry Max, and the only person who seems to have them is the angry, tatted, sexy-as-sin rocker Nate Crane. And Nate wants me for himself.

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