28 June 2014

TEMPTING HEARTS by Sabrina Lacey - Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway

When a desperate woman wants a man, she’ll do anything to get him. Rebecca has no intention of letting newcomer Annie O’Brien steal Brendan and three years of painstaking effort, away from her. Knowing his sore spot is jealousy, especially where his trouble-making friend Tommy is involved, she goes to where she shouldn’t to get what she thinks is hers – Brendan’s heart and loyalty. Annie has no idea the fight she’s up against, but she’s in it to win it, and will have to face the storm that’s coming with everything she has.
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I’m on the fourth book of The Hearts Series, and believe me when I tell you these books are short enough you can read the four books in one day alone. I read the first one a few months back, and just today I finished books 2, 3 and 4. I was definitely wishing for the fifth book after I am done with the fourth.

This is why I have a love-hate relationship with short series: Love because it builds up anticipation and hate because well, do I have to really wait for the next one if you can give me the ending like right now? On this book?! Sabrina Lacey had me on me hooked on this series, because every single book has secrets to unravel, has steamy scenes to pant about and has new sets of POV that keeps the whole series more and more interesting. But up to now, there is one secret that hasn’t been revealed yet, and I’m dying to see how Brendan would react to it once he finally knows it.

Rebecca – this girl should get pretty much get a hint, and give her heart and attention to someone who was willing to reciprocate it. She was causing enough trouble. Same as with Tommy! This man had surprised me, I never thought he was capable of the things he was willing to do because of love and jealousy.

This series is just getting interesting by as each book passes by. Here I am, holding my breath, excited for the fifth book in this series… I don’t know what the fifth book will entail, but hopefully our characters will FINALLY get the ending they all deserve. 

•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•


Hands: tight on the wheel.
Eyes: narrow slits locked on the third floor window.
Mind: invidious machinations swirling ‘round.


People don’t know that at night when the lights are on inside, it’s like they’re on a T.V. screen for the whole outside world to see. And I watched. I watched as she opened the curtains. I watched as she talked to him over her shoulder, laughing. I stared up at her face as she drew a fucking heart on the glass and nearly made me scream and run into the hospital to drag her out by her hair.

What can I do to end this bullshit? What can I do? This can’t be happening. There must be a way to get rid of her. To make things go back to how they were.

Did Brendan mean what he said? Did he tell Tommy not to see me tonight? I would think he would have called. I pick up my phone and check it, but there are only calls I’m still avoiding from back home; Bree and Deanna asking about the banquet we’re planning, Louise wondering why I’ve not responded and what should she do next with the community garden project proposal, and the cat sitter wondering where I am.

With every cell in my being, I want to see Tommy for more reasons than to just piss Brendan off. I need his hands on me to let me know I’m not too old to be wanted. That I’m not a castaway left behind for the next generation of women. And I need to do something with this anger because it is eating me alive. I need to fuck it out. I need to fuck someone and I need to fuck someone, hard. And not just any someone. I need to fuck the one person Brendan wouldn’t want me to.

I don’t give a flying shit if it’s a bad idea. Or if Tommy’s too young for me, too. Or if Brendan will be furious. Those are all perfect reasons to fly into the hands of the devil, for all I care.

Putting my car into gear, I throw one more look up to the window, before pulling out and heading back to The Inn.

If Tommy doesn’t show up, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Sabrina Lacey is like many women in modern times - she's been a lot of things to a lot of people. A wife, ex-wife, daughter, teacher, stand-up comedienne, wackadoo, loyal friend, fed-up bartender, fashion photographer, lazy bones, bitch, and sweetheart (though less often than bitch). She lives in way too dry Los Angeles where she wishes there was more thunderstorms. Who doesn't love a good thunderstorm...

Pour a nice glass of wine, and enjoy the ride. ;) Cheers!

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