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Showing posts with label Tijan. Show all posts

September 3, 2017

Review: Hate To Love You by Tijan

Rule #1: No hot guys.
It might sound ridiculous. I get it. It kind of is, but college was supposed to be my sanctuary. It was my place to start over. The rumors, the whispers, and the jealousy I endured through high school would all be gone.
No one would know me at college.

Rule #2: No drama.
I’d major in pre-law. I’d make a few loyal friends. Everything would be easy breezy. No one was going to use me or hurt me. I wouldn’t let them.

Rule #3: New year. New place. New me.
Right?
Wrong.
And all because of Shay Coleman.

Football captain and quarterback, he was the big guy on campus. The cocky guy in my political science class with a smirk. I hated him on sight . . .

. . . and he was about to break all my rules.


 Review by April

ARC provided for an honest review 

5 'Keep walking, Hard-On.' Stars

Eff me with a capital F! I've been -Tijaned- yet again! I fell hard, hard, HARD for this one! Hate to Love you is a story that grabbed me by the lady balls and completely sucked me down the rabbit hole of hate to love at Dulane. I could not get enough of this book, there's just something about the combination of Tijan and NA that gets me fictionally high... like whoa, it's a bit euphoric!

'This guy had power over me that I didn't like, power over me that no other guy had had before. It was because he was Mr. Superstar at this college. That was all.'


I freaking LOVE the shizzit out of the hate/enemies to lovers trope. The thrill of the chase, the banter, the relentless push and pull that is beyond magnetic, the undeniable attraction and denial of said attraction, the angst... the gnawing of my finger nails, the feeling of it all is just one huge SQUEE!!!! When they finally cave and give in and get together, you can almost hear angels sing 'aaaahhhh' LOL Yeah, I adore it just a lil bit * wink * ... and the sexy AF hero is always welcome to tag along and join my book bf collection.

Feisty, strong, and fiercely independent, Kennedy Clarke doesn't mind standing up for herself and her beliefs. She may come off a bit harsh initially, but once you get to know her you can't help but want to dig in and figure out what made her turn her nose up at love and friends.

'I could feel him, all of him. His hand fell to my waist, rounded over my hip and he tugged me closer. I was lined up against him, and I could feel more that just his jeans. "We hate each other. Fine. But not right now." His lips nipped at mine. I felt them smile as he murmured, "I don't hate you right now at all." But he would. I would.

Oblivious to his charm and smirk, Shay Coleman is the top dog on campus. QB of the football team, heartthrob and panty melter of college girls and 30 something year old readers alike... GAH! You seriously need to meet him!!

"...but I'd do it again."

I'm not going to dish many, if any of the details of Hate to Love You as this book went in a couple directions that I did not see coming AT ALL! Major freaking HOLY SH!T stuff happens in this book!! This gem is a book that needs to be experienced first hand. The feels and emotions are real. I laughed, swooned SO hard, and was blindsided by tears of sheer perfect moments. GD the sudden onset of emotions leaking from my eyes. I'm not crying, you're crying!!!! I didn't cry, but then maybe I did... who knows bahaha :D I'll never tell. FML.

#TopReadOf2017

August 21, 2016

Review: Anti Stepbrother by Tijan

He told me to 'settle, girl.'
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?'
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.

I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
  He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?


 Review by April (ARC received for an honest review)

5 "You're a piece of shit." Stars

I've been thoroughly Tijaned! As a lover of Tijan's work from the early days of the Fallen Crest Series, I can honestly say I have a new favorite when it comes to her books! Anti-Stepbrother is the Tijan motherload!!! It's sweet, sexy, a bit infuriating at times with a few life lessons dished out.
Shit was real.
Shit was raw.
I was hooked from the first chapter!

Anti-Stepbrother takes #Winning to a whole new level *wink*

Aptly titled. A college romance with a side of Taboo. SCORE! I'm a sucker for all things taboo and damn if I'm not addicted to NA. Oh, hawt dayum! This really is my jamm! Like always, I like to dive in head first, as blind as blind can be. What I was expecting and what Tijan served up were two different things. This baby is not your average, over-done, stepbrother lover romance type of book. Hell, naw! It was sooooo much more than I had ever bargained for. *insert dreamy sign here*

This is a story of chasing your hearts desire to find out that maybe, just maybe, what you thought you wanted and what you actually need are two different things. Douche-bag vs. Assh*le. One is the love of a lifetime. The other is well...still a douche-bag. lol

Tijan is a pro at tossing us all on the proverbial emotional roller-coaster and ramping that b*stard up to full speed. The highs are high and the lows in this tale are heart breakingly low.  Your heart will soar and your heart will shatter.

Emotionally charged with characters brimming in personality and perseverance. Anti-Stepbrother will leave you in awe, literary lust and begging for more.
Kudos to Tijan for another #TopRead.

#ThatCoverThough 

August 17, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: Anti Stepbrother by Tijan




Excerpt
The sun shone into the room, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. I didn’t recognize the king-size bed, or the black sheets, but then Caden walked past the open door and all the memories flooded into place.
I slept at his place.
I glanced around the bed… I slept in his bed!
“Your alarm’s about to go off in ten minutes,” Caden called from the doorway. He had a cup of coffee in hand and wore only jeans.
I tried to keep my eyes front and center, but I lost. The tattoos were a nice little zig-zag pattern, pulling my gaze down, all the way down. Caden’s slow, smooth chuckle told me he knew what I’d just done. My cheeks only warmed a little.
I shot him a look, falling back to the pillow. “I feel like this should be the first skip day of my school career.”
“You’ve never skipped before?”
I shook my head, rolling it side to side on the pillow. “Am I missing out? Should I embrace my inner deviant?”
He smirked. “You can skip a class for any reason in the world. It’s your life.”
I sat up, eyeing that coffee. “You were supposed to be the bad influence.”
His eyebrow lifted. “I’m not selling it enough?” He lifted his cup. “You want some coffee?”
“I’m wondering if today is the day I try coffee too.”
“You’ve never had coffee?”
“I’m beginning to think I’m lame.” I thought about it. “Really lame.”
“You slept at some guy’s house last night. Think of it that way.” His smirk was back. “Not so lame now.”
I could do one better. “I slept at a fraternity house.”
And you drank beer.”
“It was the second night in a row that I drank beer.”
“See? Not so lame after all.”
“You’re right.” I sat up. “I’m halfway to total badass.”
He grinned. “We cuddled last night, and you could think of it as dry humping. You almost got some last night.”
Except I hadn’t, and we were in the friend zone. Why were my hands curling around the covers into tight balls? I glanced down and forced them to loosen, then shrugged, trying to be the nonchalant badass I was.
“You carried me to bed. Almost the same thing.”
Suddenly, the joking was gone, and his eyes burned. I could feel his heat from across the room, and my body reacted, instantly warming even before he said a word.
“Nothing’s the same as sliding inside,” he murmured after a moment. “The feel of being in there, feeling that clench around you, knowing you can push as deep as you want, as hard or gently as you want. Nope. I’ve gotta step off the joke train for a moment here. Nothing is remotely the same as that feeling.”
Fuck. My pulse spiked.
He tossed me a look. “Maybe I’ll cop a feel the next time.”
I pretended to groan. “One more notch on my badass peg. You better cop a feel next time.”
“Is that all I am to you? A notch on the bedpost? I feel so used, Stoltz.”
Okay. My last name. We were back on familiar ground here. But my grin was still a little shaky.
“Get used to it, Banks. I’m only disguised as this plain Jane. Inside there’s a wild woman just waiting to be let loose.”
He didn’t reply.
He stared at me for a few more seconds, then straightened from the doorway. “There’s nothing plain about you, Summer.”
             
         

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell in love with the anti-stepbrother instead?

Anti-Stepbrother is releasing August 22, 2016!


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Blurb

He told me to 'settle, girl.'
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?'
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?


Author Information

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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March 28, 2016

Release Blitz: Logan Kade by Tijan



Blurb

You think you know me?
Manwhore. Partier. Fighter.
You know what? You’re right. I’m all those things. F*ck with what’s mine and I’ll f*ck you ten times harder. Suspensions. Arrests. You think I care?

So yeah, I may fit the bad boy image, but there’s so much more you don’t know.

I'm loyal to a damned fault. I'll never leave your side. The real Logan Kade isn’t a manwhore. When I love, I love hard and completely.

Taylor saw that side of me. Inside of me. She saw my darkness and pain, and the second she did, she owned me.

You may think you know me…
…but she’s the only one who sees me.

Logan Kade is FINALLY here!  #sexmachine #fallencrest #logankade



EXCERPT

“Get Logan,” someone yelled.
Another girl asked, “Where is Logan?”
I heard other people saying the same thing, but I focused on the girl.
She raised her chin, and a warning flashed in her eyes. “Touch me. I dare you.”
There were three of them, all tall and, not to be stereotypical, but they looked like preppy douchebags. Each was good looking, with bodies built like they rowed every morning for hours. They looked like money. It practically dripped from their clothes. Their jawlines were rigid enough to form glaciers.
Their eyes were icy, too, as they stared back at the girl. They weren’t backing down.
I broke from the crowd, planning to go stand next to her. But before I could move, the crowd broke in half. An actual opening formed, and Logan Kade strode forward.
My foot jerked back into its spot, stepping back as he brushed past me.
Kade stopped beside her, and the three guys turned their attention to him. They didn’t move or say anything, but the air shifted. It’d been dark and ominous before, and I still felt a battle brewing.
“Kade starts fights, and he finishes them.”
A low tingle went through me, warming me. I remembered what Jason said and the nerves/anger/excitement took on a whole other feeling. My mouth was almost watering. I wanted to see what would happen. I wanted to see this Logan Kade in action, and for some reason, I was thirsting to see this fight.
“Kade,” one of them grated out his name.
Kade glanced at the girl, and then settled back on the spokesman. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a party. We were invited.”
“And that’s why you’re facing off with Sam?” He moved forward a step.
“We weren’t facing off...”
Samantha folded her arms over her chest. “Yeah, right. You were just walking past me? That’s why you wouldn’t let me get past you to the car. We just ‘happened’ to block each other and you didn’t hear me when I told you to move.”
A little laugh slipped from me.
Kade threw me a sideways look.
I should’ve clamped a hand over my mouth. I should’ve let them know I wasn’t involved, because really, I wasn’t. I didn’t know this girl. It wasn’t my place to say anything or join in, but I didn’t. A dark part of me had opened up, seeing that this girl might need help. I wanted something to happen. I was almost egging it on in my head and as Kade watched me, his eyes lingering, the dark part grew into something else. My body grew warm and my pulse started to pick up. It was like he knew what was going on in me, and I swallowed over a lump, because that wasn’t right. He couldn’t know. He didn’t even know me...
But I felt like he did. I felt like he knew exactly what was going on in me, and a flash of anger flared up in me. I turned away. He could see inside of me, and that was too much. I didn’t want that so I slipped back into the crowd. As I pulled further away, enough so I wasn’t on the front line, my insides were still charged up.



Author Information


I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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