But nothing about it is ill-timed or inconvenient for Tate Steadman. Because he finally feels free. Free of the oppressive relationship he’d been in for the past six years. Free to pursue Rachel, because one alcohol-fueled night was not even close to enough for him. He just wished she saw it that way. Because she makes him want more than he ever knew he was capable of.
When their one night has unexpected consequences, Rachel has no clue how to trust that he’s not just trying to be ‘the good guy’ who wants to do ‘the right thing’. And even though the chemistry between them practically burns down an entire city block when they’re together, she doesn’t know how to let down the concrete wall she’s built up around herself.
The ‘mistake’ of one evening can change the trajectory of two lives, but maybe a mistake is all they really need to push them right into true love.
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Author Spotlight:
Karla Sorensen has been an avid reader her entire life, and not long after the purchase of her first e-reader, she realized that it would probably be cheaper to just write out her own happily-ever-after stories. It doesn’t take much to keep her happy … a book, a glass of moscato, and at least thirty minutes of complete silence every day. She still keeps her toes in the world of health care marketing, where she made her living pre-babies. Now she stays home, writing and mommy-ing full time (this translates to almost every day being a ‘pajama day’ at the Sorensen household…don’t judge). She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two exceptionally adorable sons and their German Shepherd, who is not nearly as well trained as the one in her first book.
I received a copy in exchange for an honest review!
What I say: Light Me Up isn't your average best-friend's-brother story because it's really funny. Also for the most part, the main characters Rachel and Tate are focused on other things rather than romance. After a really bad day, Rachel ends up spending a drunken night with her best friend Casey's older brother Tate - the night has drastic consequences.
Rachel and Tate are really different from each other and have spent years arguing, but as they soon learn, arguing can be fun. I liked their banter, bickering and back and forth.
Rachel is impulsive and doesn't filter what she says, whilst Tate is more reserved and calm. What I particularly enjoyed was that even though they bickered the spark was there and they managed to bring out the best in each other. Tate is extremely caring and patient with Rachel (even when she didn't deserve it).
Rachel is shocked by the turn her life takes and is worried about the future. She doesn't want to be rescued or to be a burden to anybody. Tate views it as an opportunity to build a good life.
3.5 Stars in my Sky!
Exclusive Excerpt:
"Best get
caught up, little girl. That shot isn't going to drink itself."
She turned
towards him and arched one brow. "Little girl?"
"You're
what? Six years younger than me and about a foot shorter. I'd say that's
accurate."
Rachel crossed
her legs, and the way that they had lights mounted underneath the bar top only
served to highlight her smooth skin capped by dangerous looking heels. She
picked up her second shot glass, clicked it against one of his empty ones, and
tossed it back. She blew out a breath and he caught a whiff of the Southern
Comfort.
"I get what
you're trying to do, Tate. Be a peach and go work your mind tricks somewhere
that's not by me."
"No tricks,
I promise."
She scoffed.
"So, what
kind of shot was that?" he asked when she didn't respond.
"It's
called a Short Southern Screw. Seemed appropriate tonight." His confusion
must have read on his face, because she rolled her eyes. "My boss ...
well, former boss, Deidre, is quite the southern belle. And considering my
impending unemployment, I most definitely got screwed. But I'd wager a guess
that you already knew that, judging by your presence at this fine establishment
that you would probably normally never step foot in."
Tate was
surprised that she brought up her firing so easily. Letting her statement pass
for the moment, he flagged down the bartender again, who'd moved down the
length of the bar to try his luck with a pair of coeds that had parked
themselves on some stools a ways down.
"And you
accuse me of being judgmental. You don't think this is my kind of
place?"
She turned
towards him finally, her cheeks holding a slight flush from the back to back
shots. He had to shift his eyes away from her face because of how good it
looked on her. Your sister's best friend. Your sister's best friend. He chanted
it over and over in his head, to absolutely no avail.
"This is so
not your kind of place. Because people only come here for two reasons: to get
wasted and try to sweat out everything they've imbibed on that dance floor or
make conversation where the most substantial thing that gets said is 'Your
place or mine?'"
Tate laughed,
because she was absolutely right, and then handed the bartender his credit
card, motioning for him to start a tab. He pushed a glass towards her, and
picked up one of his own.
"Fair
enough, I wouldn't normally come to a place like this. I like it though, it was
a good choice." He looked around, and then landed back on where she
watched him with a speculative look on her face. "What are we toasting
to?"
She blinked a
few times, her hazel eyes burning in the dark atmosphere. "To being
pleasantly surprised."
They clicked
glasses, and the only time she moved her eyes from his was to flick down to his
mouth when he lowered his empty shot glass. And he felt that look like she'd
dragged a lit match down his spine.
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