Friday, October 4, 2013

No One's Angel Book Tour: Review + Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Welcome to my post for the No One's Angel book tour! I have a review of this wonderful book coming up, as well as an excerpt and a giveaway for a signed copy and swag. But, before we get to all that, allow me to introduce the book:

No One's Angel
Release date: September 17, 2013
Publisher: Self
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Series: N/A

Tess used to spend more hours than she’d care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels and she traded her virtual heaven for a real life hell. Now she’s on the run from a past she won’t talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she’s never actually met.

When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can’t help knowing the one night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered.

But the more Arion tries to keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to have a chance for a future, they’ll first have to deal with the past that hasn’t forgotten her any more than she’s forgotten it, and Arion will have to learn how to let her go.

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Paperback cover:
No One's Angel
My Rating: 5 Roses

Heartbreaking, dark, sweet, and romantic, No One's Angel was a wonderful New Adult romance. It was a fantastic read and I really enjoyed reading it. Loved this book!

Angel was a heroine who has been through a lot in the several months. But, she was still strong and she made it out of her bad situation. I really liked her. She was a admirable character who made it against the odds. I thought she was great.

Arion was so sweet! He was just adorable. His past has a few ghosts that cause him to be somewhat paranoid about people leaving him. Which is why, when Angel left him suddenly, he completely broke down. And, when she came back, he was determined to keep her with him. I just loved him. He was so sweet and determined to keep Angel safe. He was wonderful.

The romance was both sweet and steamy. There was an interesting dynamic in their relationship because they kind of know each other, but kind of don't. They know each other very well, better than anyone else, from their conversations in the game. But they haven't met. It made it interesting that, while the feelings were there, they still had to get to know each other. And, because of their respective pasts, trust each other. It was sweet to see them fall deeper in love. And, the chemistry between them was undeniable. The attraction was constantly there and that led to some hot moments. I thought they were a brilliant couple.

The plot was fast paced. I was hooked then entire way through. The threat of Angel's past coming back to haunt her kept me anxious to find out how things worked out. I really enjoyed the story and the ending was lovely.

No One's Angel was a brilliant New Adult read. It was sweet, steamy, dark, heartbreaking, and totally wonderful. I really enjoyed reading it. New Adult readers, this is a book you have to check out.

*I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review

"He might still call me Angel, but my wings were clipped a long time ago." -Angel

"I know I'm no one's angel, because if I had wings I'd fly away, and I wouldn't stop until I eventually soared above the pain." -Angel

"You'll always be my Angel. If I have to, I'll build you new wings." -Arion

"Sleep well, Angel. I know I will, because you're the thing my dreams are made of." -Arion

My bed smells like a girl, and that’s just wrong. Not that I don’t like girls, I just sure as hell don’t like them in my bed. That’s one of my rules, and it’s one I haven’t broken—at least I don’t think I have. So why does my bed smell like sunflowers and honey?

One of the things I love best about my bedroom is that it doesn’t have any windows, so I don’t get woken up by too much sun at some ungodly hour. The downside is that I have no freaking idea what time it is. A glance at the bedside stand tells me a lot more than the time. I no longer care that it’s only eight and I rarely crawl out from beneath the covers before ten. Angel. She should be here, but all that’s left is her scent.

Not again, not again. I don’t know if it’s a prayer, a plea, or a chant, if it somehow makes her not be gone I’ll take it. I can’t lose her again. Last time hurt too damn much.

Stop panicking, I tell myself as I panic even more. The fucking covers want to tangle around my legs as I extract myself from the bed, stumbling toward the door. Pure momentum carries me through it, and the door slams too hard against the wall as I burst free of the dark bedroom.

How could she do this to me? How could she leave again without even a goodbye? “Fuck!” I swear out loud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I don’t even know where she would have gone. Does she know anyone in Philly but me? That stops me for a minute. Is it possible she came all the way here to see me? Then why the hell would she leave so soon without telling me why she’d come? I don’t understand anything other than misery and a sense of smothering grief that what I want—the only thing I want—just slipped through my fingers. Again. Fuck.

“What the fuck, Angel!” I scream, not caring that they might hear me all the way down in the bar. No one will be in this early but the cleaning crew, anyway. As if I give a shit.

The kitchen is untouched, but her clothes are gone from beside the fireplace. I need to just accept that she’s gone again. People are counting on me to keep it together. Falling apart like the last time she left isn’t an option. Chelsea is going to be pissed. I’d finally managed to pull my crap together, and now this.

No girls in your home, no girls in your heart. That’s the rule, but I’d never considered Angel just a girl. A mistake I’d better fix fast. This time, I’m not going to let myself pine over her. Good riddance. I don’t need her anyway, not anymore. Not ever again.

The stool she sat on at the kitchen island is askew, and I kick it back into place a little too forcefully. I’m not satisfied until it’s perfectly aligned and orderly, as if I could erase the chaos she’s brought over me if I just concentrate hard enough.

I can’t sit here at home, surrounded by her absence, but I can’t go out like this, either. I’m dirty from the hours at the bar last night, and a steamy shower might do me some good.

For one brief moment, the world stops turning as I open the door and step into the bathroom. It occurs to me that the door shouldn’t have been closed about two seconds before I spot Angel huddled in the far corner, with an iron toilet paper stand clutched beneath her white knuckles. A damp towel is wrapped around her, tucked between her arms and her chest. This is the second time in as many days I’ve come through a doorway to find her soaking wet in all of the wrong ways.

Even as her shoulders tremble, her eyes burn with determination. That’s the Angel I know. A fighter who won’t take crap from anyone. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but right now I know without a doubt she isn’t broken, maybe just a little bent. Somehow, I’ll fix this.

Scattered toilet paper rolls create a minefield between her and me, but I don’t care. I walk right over them, determined to take her in my arms and convince myself she’s really here. She didn’t leave me again.

The moment I reach toward her she screeches like a banshee, jumps to her feet, and lifts the toilet paper stand turned tire iron. My dumb ass doesn’t think she’s actually going to hit me, and I don’t duck. The iron slaps across my shoulder, driving pain down to my wrist. My fingers instinctively clench, but I force them to unfurl immediately while I wrestle my anger back into submission.

“What the fuck was that for?” I’m panting as I try to keep my focus. I can’t believe she just freaking hit me.

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieks.

Pure, unfettered wildness fills her eyes and tears at my heart.

I reach out, gripping the toilet paper rack. If she strikes again, I’d rather it not be with that. Thank god she didn’t aim for my jaw. Once I’ve calmed her down, I might mention that. If she’s gonna be picking fights, she should at least do it right.

One of her hands is still occupied with securing her towel; the other tries to free her weapon from my grasp.

“We’re going to set this down now, together, okay?”

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About the Author:
Kelly  Walker
Kelly Walker was born in Trappe, MD but she now calls Fredericksburg Virginia home. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for being a part of the tour Farrah!