24 October 2016

Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway | The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane (@prescottlane1)

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She likes it quick and dirty.

I like orders and rules.

She hates small talk.

I hate to share.

She’s an open book.

I’m a closed dresser drawer.

She rides a Harley.

And that drives me f’ing nuts.

Annalyse and I have both lived in our own personal hells for half a decade. She’s learned to love the warmth, and I’m still consumed. But my new neighbor is stoking more than my libido these days. We agreed on only pleasure. But she changed the rules.

And now I’m not even sure what they are.

Maybe there’s a reason she found me that night, maybe there’s a reason I can’t stop thinking about her, maybe there’s a reason for the pain. Maybe not.

We all look for reasons in life. Reasons for death, love, pain. Why one thing happens and not another? It’s human nature. We’ve been looking for the meaning of life since the beginning of time. But maybe the reason for all of it — life, love, loss, heartache — is the curvy brunette living next door. 

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Holt and Annalyse had been through a lot in their past. It had scarred them greatly. But the only difference between them is just as Annalyse was ready to live her life again and open her heart, Holt can’t say the same for himself. His demons, locked in his bedside drawer is still hunting him.

Nevertheless, the chemistry between the two of them is just undeniable and definitely off the charts. So, they decided to start a no-commitment relationship: friends with benefits, no emotional involvement.

But of course, with the kind of attraction they have for each other, and the rules they break day by day – emotions would surely get involve. And I was right, the line between no-commitment and relationship-goals begin to disappear, and they found themselves falling in love with each other.

Question is, is Holt ready to get rid of the past that is haunting him? Because Annalyse is way too ready, and wouldn’t settle for anything less.

It’s a story of love, moving on and letting go. Something that would give you pain, and make you cry but somehow along the way, Prescott Lane would never forget to make you smile and laugh in between.
I fell in love with each, the plot, the characters all at once. Emotions were just pouring since the first page and the momentum didn’t stop until it was the end.

This is Prescott Lane’s best novel to date. One of my 2016 favorites – this book is filled with beautiful words that would make you ache, smile and hope. You shouldn’t miss this one!

5 Stars

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She's got five other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, and Wrapped in Lace, and her new release, Layers of Her. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real life.


“You should have on a life jacket.”  

“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.

He tries not to smile, but he does.  “Pissed, huh?”

“Observant, aren’t you?”

“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.

“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”

“Not the point,” he says.  “No more motorcycle.”

Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me?  Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole!   Note to self — I should do a blog post on that.  Where have all the good alphas gone?  “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away.  “You’re not my husband or my father.  Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”

His fingers lightly touch my elbow.  It isn’t a grab.  I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over.  “I’m a doctor.  I’ve seen what . . .”

“You’re a gynecologist!  You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”

Oh God, I’m in trouble.  He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye.  “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”

I can’t help it and bust out laughing.  “You are impossible.”

“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.
I roll my eyes.  “You like rules.”

“I like order.”

“Ordering people around,” I say.

“Only certain people,” he says.

Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations.  Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all.  It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.


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