Monday, January 16, 2017

RELEASE DAY BLITZ, 4 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: The Rule Maker (Rule Breakers #2) by Jennifer Blackwood

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Cover Design : L.J. Anderson / Mayhem Designs
Model: Kamil Nizinski
Release Date: January 16, 2017
 
Ten Steps to Surviving a New Job:     
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)   
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.    
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.   
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.   
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he demands new design after new design.   
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.   
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.   
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.   
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your job—maybe even your heart.   
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
   
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My Review

I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

You may remember Zoey from the previous book in this series. She is Lainey's (FYI...lot's of hilarious Lainey cameos in this book) roommate and is just as sassy. 

When we meet Zoey, she is set to meet her client at the run down resort that she is to renovate. Initially she assumes that she is to meet the client himself, but finds herself facing the last person she wants to see. Especially since she is stuck in a window. Yes, stuck in a window. 
Just as the initial sting of tears invaded my vision, the distant sound of gravel crunched from the direction of the parking lot. Thank the lord, my savior had arrived.
I could play this off as a total accident, right? Maybe bribe him not to tell Jason?
A tall, broad-chested figure limped down the path on a pair of crutches, and my stomach bottomed out.
Shit.
It looked just like…no…it couldn’t be.
My pulse pounded triple time in my temples as the crunch tap crunch tap crunch of gravel under his tread drew closer.
“Zoey?” a low, gruff voice asked.
No.
I’d recognize those wide shoulders anywhere. The backs of my legs knew them intimately. 
Ryder. Freaking. Covington.
Okay, Chewbacca. Any time now. Sink those fangs into my leg and end this Valentine’s Day from hell already.
Ryder stopped a few feet from the window, looking like he’d seen the Ghost of Christmas Past coming to bite him in the ass.
“Yup. It’s me,” I said.
He quickly recovered, his lips curling into a smile I’d once found charming. “You know, there’s this thing called a door. Some people use it to go in and out of buildings.”
I flipped him off. Immature? Most definitely. I blamed it on the blood rushing to my head. And the fact the one-night stand I had with him was the reason for my current string of sexual encounters of the lackluster kind.
He’d ruined me, in the worst way, for all other men. I hated him.
He chuckled and the deep bass of his voice shook down my spine. “Fair enough. I deserved that. What are you doing hanging out of the window?”
“I’m stuck.” Understatement of the century.
“I figured.” He hesitated, looking unsure. “Want help?”
My first instinct was to blurt out “go to hell!” I didn’t need a goddamn thing from this person who single-handedly ruined my sex life. It was petty and I knew it, but a girl could only go so long on crappy sex before she started to feel a little stabby.
I instinctively reached to pull my skirt lower with one hand, and hit glass. It was up to the clothing malfunction gods at this point whether or not this day could get any worse.
“You want to keep burning a hole through my head or do you want me to help you?”
“Fine. But if you touch anywhere besides clothed areas I’m going to put my stiletto through your skull, capisce?”I managed to keep my voice authoritative and firm, nothing like the shakiness flowing through my body. That was how being around Ryder had made me feel from the first time we met—like I’d just come off an intense adrenaline high.
He put his hands up. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 
I sunk back down and rested my arms on the sill, waiting to be sprung from the window. I prided myself on being selfsufficient, never needing help from others, especially dirtbag hookups. And yet here I was.
He moved closer until the soft fabric of his faded shirt brushed against my arm, and I bit back a gasp. His rich cologne mingled with his detergent, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the heavenly scent. Most men that I’d dated smelled good in that dude-musk sort of way. Ryder took it to a completely different level, one that induced visceral reactions such as drool and the sudden need to find something to do with my hands, anything so I didn’t fist his shirt.
Within seconds, he had the window open, and a firm hand wrapped around my hips. A wave of goose bumps bloomed across my skin as he pulled me down, depositing me on the gravel path, supporting me with his arm. I wobbled unsteadily in my heels and looked up at my ex-hookup, and the breath rushed from my chest like I’d actually taken a physical blow. Ryder stood there, henley pulled tight across his muscled chest. The color matched his ocean-blue eyes. He’d traded his clean-shaven face of a few months ago for a neatly trimmed beard that ran along his chiseled jaw. Which, let’s be honest here, the whole light-eyes dark-hair thing did it for me. A lot. I might dislike the guy, but holy hell, he’d gotten even hotter since I’d last seen him. He looked over me, assessing, and then quickly bent down and swatted my leg.
“Ow! What was that for?” I retreated a step, stumbling as I rubbed at the spot he’d hit. When my fingers hit a squishy mound, it took every ounce of self-control not to dry heave. “You killed Chewbacca.”
Zoey has good cause to not want to see Ryder. He up and left Zoey's bed without a second thought and never gave her an explanation. But now they will be working together and she will have to put her anger and attraction aside in order to not only get the job done, but to also stay professional. 

I loved Ryder and Zoey as a couple. It may have seemed like they weren't going to be a good match, but the complimented each other so well. I loved that Ryder had to work to get that first date and when he got it, how ridiculously sweet he was. Zoey gave it her best shot to not give in to Ryder, but she knew that resistance was futile. And when push comes to shove, Ryder makes the ultimate decision to show Zoey that he is ALL IN. Absolutely amazing. 

I love Jennifer's books. They are always such a fun, delightful read. This book is no exception. And I'm now wondering if Ryder's brother Jason is going to get his own book. There is a moment when the brothers are having a heart to heart and Jason drops some knowledge that makes me think that he has his own story. Fingers crossed that we get to know more.  



Giveaway
$50 Sephora Gift Card
 
 
   
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About the Author
Jennifer Blackwood is an English teacher and contemporary romance author. She lives in Oregon with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When she isn't writing or teaching, she's binging on Veronica Mars episodes and white cheddar popcorn.
 


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