Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Blog Tour: Breaking the Wrong by Calia Read

Breaking the Wrong is the second book in the Sloan Brothers series, however, it can be read as a stand-alone novel. If you'd prefer to read Every Which Way first, click here to purchase the ebook from Amazon.

Synopsis & My Review:

Emilia Wenworth would do anything for her sister.

For three years, Emilia has lived in the past, feeling her sister’s pain and hating those who are to blame, including one of the Sloan brothers.

Finally, she has had enough. The only way to be free is to create a Burn List with all the people who have ever hurt her sister.

As she crosses each name off the list, she gets closer and closer to her final target. But, things aren’t always as they seem.

Loyalties are tested.
Boundaries are crossed.
And the truth is revealed.

*I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review on the blog tour*

"Everyone wants to fall in love. But I think more people are in love with the theory of love. If you're looking in from the outside, it looks so beautiful On the inside, it's scary because it can take over your life. It's the strongest emotion but also the darkest. It can put you on a high for days, but it can wrap an anchor around your feet and drown you in less than a minute. If everyone knew the truth no one would really ask for love. But when it drops into your life, you can only hope that you have enough strength to hang on."

If you are my friend and/or follow my reviews on Goodreads, you’ll know that I didn’t finish the first book in this series, Every Which Way (GASP!) I know, I know, everyone was praising it and I really wish I could have loved it – I just didn’t. I got about 65% through before I gave up. I didn’t like Sev, I didn’t like Thayer, and I didn’t even like the story line. Now, I should tell you – I’m not a huge fan of love triangles; especially the ones where the girl continues dating Guy A, even though she has really strong feelings for Guy B. There’s a word for that: Rude.

Why is all of that relevant to this review? Well, because I was hesitant to read Breaking the Wrong simply because of my experience with Every Which Way. However, I was gifted an ARC for the blog tour and I wanted to be as fair in my review as possible. So, I went into this novel (which can be read as a stand-alone) with an open mind, slight apprehension, and a lot of hope. Hope that I would love it. And guess what? I did.

I absolutely, positively, shout-it-from-the-rooftops, loved this book. Honestly, I don’t think I can even express to you the pure joy that was coursing through my body when I finished this book – what?! No, I wasn’t happy because it was over; I was freaking ecstatic that I fell in love with it as much as I did. The characters go down as some of my all-time favorites: Macsen, Emilia, and even Chris. (Who else thinks Chris needs his own book, or at least a novella?! He’s effing hysterical.)  I softened a little bit to Thayer given his gradual attempt at a relationship with Macsen, and I actually felt sorry for Haley. She bugged me in Every Which Way, but after her little talk with Emilia when she explains her feelings for Macsen, my heart tugged for her a little bit. My feelings towards Sev remained pretty much the same; I still don’t care for her. But hey, you can’t love character you let into your life, now can you?

Macsen. This boy…I mean…I love him, I love him, I LOVE HIM! His relationship with Emilia is so loving, and adorable, and hot as fuck, and just plain perfect. They’re like macaroni and cheese – they just belong together. And when I said their relationship was hot as fuck, I mean it. The library scene. I can’t say anything else, but just know this…I think my vagina was doing backflips. For real.

Breaking the Wrong broke every wrong thought I previously had about Calia’s writing. This book made me a believer, and while I haven’t decided if I’ll try and finish Every Which Way, you can bet your ass I’ll be reading anything she publishes in the future. Until then, I’ll just have to keep re-reading Breaking the Wrong and fall in love with this story, and Emilia and Macsen all over again. 

**Click HERE to enter the giveaway for a chance to win SIGNED PAPERBACK COPIES of both books in the Sloan Brothers series, Every Which Way and Breaking the Wrong**



“If you were bold...” Macsen shifts closer and I clinch the book tightly in my hands. “What would you do?”      
            My heart picks up speed as I open my mouth. I hesitate for a second, afraid to say what I feel. But when will this opportunity ever come again? Probably never. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
            Tell him or don’t. Tell him or don’t. I weigh the pros and cons in my head as I stare at him. After a few seconds pass between us, I let out a shaky breath.
            “I’d lean forward...” I whisper.
            His face moves closer and I watch his green eyes become hooded with lust. “And what?”
            I lean an inch closer. “I would kiss you.”
            Macsen’s eyes slam shut and the rejection I feel stings. I start to rise and when he opens his eyes back up. His hands gently hold my own to the floor and then his mouth is on mine. I want to shiver from how lightly his lips move against mine, how smooth they feel. They move coaxingly, with soft nips. My lips stay shut. I’m enjoying every single trick of his to get me to open up my mouth to him.
            My breathing is shallow as I pull away. His hands move away as he settles onto the floor, his legs wide apart. My nose brushes against his as I stare into his eyes. His pulse is pounding at the base of his throat. With my palms flat on the floor, I lean closer. My body is between his spread legs. Even though he’s silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin.
            I hear him groan and move my lips upward.
            A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt becomes a distant memory. All my pain is gone and all I can feel is the blood roaring throughout my body. My lips tingle as I drag them across his jaw. When I reach his lips, I stop, and hover. I can only go so far before it’s his turn to take control.
            My eyes briefly flick down to his arms. He’s resting his weight on his palms, but I watch his arms shake. He’s losing his calm demeanor. The longer our lips are apart, the more the air snaps around us. My breathing is harsh as I wait patiently. When Macsen still hasn’t moved, I start to back away.
            “Don’t,” he says roughly and reaches out. Easily, his hands span my waist and he drags me onto his lap. 
            I grip his forearms tightly as my body sinks closer and my thighs hug his hips. Against the juncture of my thighs, I can feel how hard he is. I shift once and my thighs start to shake. He only pauses for a second, looking at me with such intensity, I’m waiting for my skin to melt. When his lips meet mine, there’s more urgency to our kiss. My nails dig into his flesh as he licks the seam of my lips and nips at my bottom lip.    
            I want to pretend, just for a few hours, that I’m someone filled with forgiveness. No scars on my past. No cuts on my emotions. I want to be a whole person, not someone sewn back together. And I feel put together with Macsen’s arms banded tightly around me.
            I open my mouth and his tongue slips in. I gasp loudly in shock at how good this feels. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I move my tongue against his cautiously. My revenge runs in the opposite direction the longer his mouth is on mine.
            Slowly, I start to relax my body. I practically sigh when Macsen’s hands move from my hips and toward my face. He bites lightly on my bottom lip and soothes the burn with his tongue. Macsen angles my head and explores my mouth. I thrust my tongue against his and fist my hands into his hair. The grip on my face tightens before his hands drift away, traveling down my body.
            His fingers drift over my breast and through my bra, my nipples tighten. I want him to keep touching me there, but his hands move across my stomach and slip underneath my shirt. 
            How can I be doing this? None of this is part of the plan. My mind torments me and tries to pull me back to reality, but Macsen is my weakness. I can’t stop. My fingers drag up his arm, clinching his biceps. His hands explore my stomach and I breathe heavily, pulling away from his mouth and leaning my head on his shoulder. Those large hands inch closer to the lace of my bra and the two of us are breathing hard. His fingers veer around my chest and I feel him slip a finger underneath the strap of my bra. And even with the barrier of my shirt, he drags it down my shoulder and down my arm.
            There’s a torturous second where he does nothing and I think I stop breathing.
            Against his neck, against my will, I murmur, “More.”
            My brain has shut down and now my lust is talking. It’s a greedy feeling because all I can think about is having his hands all over me.


About the Author

College seemed like too much stress for me. Traveling across the world, getting married, and having three kids seemed much more relaxing. Yeah, I'm still waiting for the relaxing part to kick in. 

I change addresses every other year. It's not by choice but it is my reality. While the crazies of life kept me busy, the stories in my head decided to bubble to the surface. They were dying to be told and I was dying to tell them. 

That was four years ago. Soon, the stories will be shared with you. I hope you'll enjoy escaping to the crazy world of these characters with me. 

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