Review: How to Misbehave by Ruthie Knox

5th Jun 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Reviews, Reviews by Jess

Review: How to Misbehave by Ruthie KnoxHow to Misbehave by Ruthie Knox
Series: Camelot #1
Published by Loveswept
Pub Date: January 28th 2013
Pages: 121
Format: eBook | Source: Purchased
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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4 Stars

What woman can resist a hot man in a hard hat? Beloved author Ruthie Knox kicks off her new Camelot series with this deliciously sexy original novella, in which a good girl learns how to misbehave . . . with all her heart.

As program director for the Camelot Community Center, Amber Clark knows how to keep her cool. That is, until a sudden tornado warning forces her to take shelter in a darkened basement with a hunk of man whose sex appeal green lights her every fantasy. With a voice that would melt chocolate, he asks her if she is okay. Now she's hot all over and wondering: How does a girl make a move?

Building contractor Tony Mazzara was just looking to escape nature's fury. Instead, he finds himself all tangled up with lovely Amber. Sweet and sexy, she's ready to unleash her wild side. Their mutual desire reaches a fever pitch and creates a storm of its own--unexpected, powerful, and unforgettable. But is it bigger than Tony can handle? Can he let go of painful memories and let the force of this remarkable woman show him a future he never dreamed existed?

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Along Came Trouble, Flirting with Disaster, and Room at the Inn.

 

How to Misbehave was the perfect quick sexy romp I needed. I enjoyed the contradictions the main character, Amber, exhibited. She appears innocent on the outside, but she’s completely secure and confident on the inside. Maybe it takes her getting angry to show her bolder side, but that defiance was cool in my opinion. Tony was also a bit of a contradiction himself. He wants to be the guy who loves them and leaves them, but he’s deeper and more sensitive than that inside. He wants to have the happily ever after, but for reasons we later find out, he doesn’t feel he’s worth that.

I appreciate the emotional depthness of this novella. And the sexy times are sexy yet intimate. Basically the perfect balance. I’m looking forward to meeting the rest of the Clarks and getting to know them. I also hope we get a Patrick, Tony’s brother, story one day!

Ruthie Knox always delivers on these novellas and you guys should definitely pick them up if you haven’t already. Go on! Do it! :)

 

 

About Ruthie Knox

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

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Review: Ride with Me by Ruthie Knox

7th Apr 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Reviews, Reviews by Jess

Review: Ride with Me by Ruthie KnoxRide with Me by Ruthie Knox
Published by Loveswept
Pub Date: February 13th 2012
Pages: 216
Format: eBook | Source: Purchased
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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4 Stars

In this fun, scorching-hot eBook original romance by Ruthie Knox, a cross-country bike adventure takes a detour into unexplored passion. As readers will discover, Ride with Me is not about the bike!

When Lexie Marshall places an ad for a cycling companion, she hopes to find someone friendly and fun to cross the TransAmerica Trail with. Instead, she gets Tom Geiger—a lean, sexy loner whose bad attitude threatens to spoil the adventure she’s spent years planning.

Roped into the cycling equivalent of a blind date by his sister, Tom doesn’t want to ride with a chatty, go-by-the-map kind of woman, and he certainly doesn’t want to want her. Too bad the sight of Lexie with a bike between her thighs really turns his crank.

Even Tom’s stubborn determination to keep Lexie at a distance can’t stop a kiss from leading to endless nights of hotter-than-hot sex. But when the wild ride ends, where will they go next?

 

So Ride With Me had the distinct advantage of having a hero named Tom who loves cycling…because my fiance’s name is Tom and he loves cycling. Haha My good friend Ginger pointed this out to me because she knew both of those details about him. Thanks, Ginger!! But the similarities ended there. Though it was still a fun detail.

One thing I love about Ruthie Knox’s books is that they always feel like such big stories. They’re written so well that you feel like it’s more than the actual number of pages. Ride With Me was like that. Since the timeline of this book is a few months, I think Ruthie made it work so that you felt it was a longer story than it was, IN A GOOD WAY!

I loved the character’s progression and growth in this book. While their common interests complimented each other, their personalities started off on opposite ends of the spectrum. I loved seeing them learn and grow and open up.

I know that sounds like a super chill experience those two went through, but holy rollercoaster! No. It was anything but. First, Tom wouldn’t talk. Then Lexie wouldn’t talk. They disliked each other at first, but completely lusted for one another. Then they were friends, then more, then not. It was an awesome ride, y’all! The whole time I was just rooting for them to work it out and make it. In the smexy department, this book is a total WIN. The romance is steamy yet romantic.

Ride With Me also made me want to take cycling across America. It’s a nice thought, but I doubt I’d ever do it. I’d rather drive my way across America. But it was really cool seeing it through the eyes of Lexie and Tom.

I can’t wait to read more romances from Ruthie Knox. I’ve come to really enjoy them! I hope you guys will check them out too!!

 

 

About Ruthie Knox

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

Jess @ Gone with the Words

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About Last Night by Ruthie Knox – Excerpt + Giveaway!

28th Feb 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Book Blasts, Giveaways

About Last Night by Ruthie Knox – Excerpt + Giveaway!

About Last Night by Ruthie Knox – Excerpt + Giveaway!About Last Night by Ruthie Knox
Published by Loveswept
Pub Date: July 11th 2012
Pages: 248
Format: eBook | Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Buy the book! | Goodreads

Sure, opposites attract, but in this sexy, smart, eBook original romance from RITA finalist and USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox, they positively combust! When a buttoned-up banker falls for a bad girl, "about last night" is just the beginning.

Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she's made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.

Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family's banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine--even her name turns him on--with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.

When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Because of You, Ride with Me, and Midnight Hour.

  • A 2013 finalist for the RITA award in contemporary single-title romance from Romance Writers of America
  • A 2012 Reviewers' Choice Best Book Award nominee in the "Contemporary Love and Laughter" category, Romantic Times magazine
  • Library Journal Best Ebook Romance of 2012
  • A Reviewers Choice Award 2012 Pick, All About Romance
  • A Best Contemporary Romance 2012 nominee at The Romance Reviews
  • A 2013 DABWAHA nominee

 

I’m SO excited to be sharing this awesome excerpt from Ruthie Knox’s About Last Night! This book is currently on sale for only $.99! Don’t miss out!

Excerpt

Cath leaned against a table strewn with crumpled tubes of paint and jars full of brushes, pressing her damp palms against the surface and willing her heart to stop pounding. You’re not really attracted to City. You’re just looking for your clothes, and then you’re going home. A blip, remember? This is a blip.

Dimly, she realized he’d spoken. “Sorry, what?”

His lips twitched, and the dimple made another appearance. “I only said ‘Good morning.’ Are you all right?”

She’d been on the money predicting he’d have a posh accent, anyway. Maybe she could blame the hangover for her reaction to the smile. She needed to eat something. Or get laid.

It had been a while. Could you still say that when it had been two years? It had been a while.

“That depends,” she said.

“On?”

“On what I did last night.”

He pursed his perfect lips, a frown line appearing between his eyebrows. “You don’t remember?”

“Not much.” She drew her index finger along the surface of his worktable, as if checking for dust.

“Do you remember refusing to tell me your name or where you live?”

“We talked?” Funny, she couldn’t resurrect any memories of speaking to him. Only his hand, warm and solid, guiding her. Only the way he’d made her feel.

The way he was still making her feel, come to think of it. She was bare-legged in this strange man’s apartment, asking him to reveal the details of what she’d done while drunk last night. The situation ought to have been intimidating. She ought to have been queasy with remorse.

She wasn’t, and she could only conclude the reason was City. He projected calm.

“You kept calling me ‘City,’” he said.

Cath nodded. “Yep. That’s what I call you.”

He gave her a wry smile, and she held on tight to the edge of the table. Maybe calm didn’t quite cover it. Not when he smiled, anyway.

“That’s precisely what you said last night.”

His voice wasn’t at all what she’d expected. It was low and warm and soothing, and it took the edge right off his fancy accent.

“Did I say why I wouldn’t tell you my name?”

The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.

“You told me you were sad and quite tired, but you didn’t require my help, and all you needed to set yourself to rights was a cup of coffee and something to eat.”

“So how did I—”

He raised one finger to prevent her interruption, his eyes twinkling with amusement. She’d never noticed how unusual his eyes were before. They were green over brown, both exotic and warm.

“Then,” he continued, “when I tried to introduce myself properly, you covered my mouth with your hand and insisted we remain strangers, because you could tell I was a very nice man”—he pronounced the word nice as if it were a razor blade he was carefully spitting out—“and I’d be far better off not knowing you.”

Cath was impressed. Her drunk self had more sense than she’d given her credit for.

“That’s true,” she offered. “I’m not really your type.”

He cocked an eyebrow but let the comment slide.

“Since I’m here, I guess that means you took a pass on the opportunity to hop the next train and leave me to my own devices?”

“It was nearly midnight,” he said, defensive. “All the shops were closed, there were no cabs to be found, you wouldn’t tell me where you lived or let me see you home, and you could barely stand up. So yes, bringing you here seemed like the right thing to do.”

A thought distracted her from the question she’d been forming. “What were you doing at Canary Wharf at midnight on a Friday?”

“Trolling for prostitutes.”

He delivered the line in such a dry, remote tone, it took her a second to get that he was joking, but when she did, she couldn’t prevent herself from teasing, “You must have been so disappointed with the selection.” She glanced down at her small, decidedly unvoluptuous body in the oversized shirt.

“I wouldn’t say that, love.”

The dimple appeared again. She lost a few seconds gazing at his mouth, and then she came to and let her eyes slide down his torso to alight on his hand, which still held a paintbrush.

She hadn’t expected the smile. Or the paintbrush.

She definitely hadn’t expected him to flirt with her.

“I’d been to see a film,” he explained.

“I passed out,” she replied, attempting to steer the conversation back toward the safer ground of her humiliation so that she could get the details she needed and scurry home.

“I suppose you did. You were terribly tired. I made a pot of tea, and by the time I’d finished you were asleep at my kitchen table. I tried to rouse you, but you said, ‘Leave me alone,’ and then something that sounded very much like, ‘Don’t murder me.’” He reported all this matter-of-factly, as if drunk women passed out on his kitchen table every Friday night.

Which, for all you know, they do.

“Nice of you not to.”

“I seem to have convinced you I’m a nice man.”

Cath nodded her agreement, though he didn’t look all that nice at the moment. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn’t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.

“Sorry about the stripping part,” she mumbled, partly because she was sorry but mostly because she wondered what he’d say.

The smile he gave her made her toes curl, it was so wicked. “You do remember,” he said in that low rumble.

“You were very, uh, gentlemanly about that.”

“You were very intoxicated.” He turned away to set the paintbrush down on the tray at the base of his easel.

“Yeah.”

She stared at her toes until they uncurled. This was her cue to ask what he’d done with her clothes. She would have, only City asked, “How are you feeling?” and so she had to keep talking to him. She tried to mind it but failed. The man was proving to be an enjoyable conversationalist, and he was remarkably easy on the eyes.

“I’m fine, thanks. I have a little headache, but the shower helped. And the toothbrush.”

“Glad to hear it. Would you like breakfast? I fried up some bacon.”

The mention of bacon made her stomach rumble.

“That sounds like a yes.”

“I do have a weakness for the bacon-sandwich hangover cure,” she admitted. “But it seems a little lowbrow for you, City. I can’t imagine you drunk, much less hungover.”

He took a few steps closer and studied her, an unabashed appraisal that should have been rude or even scary but instead sent syrupy heat creeping through her abdomen. “Considering you don’t know my name, you seem to have a lot of ideas about me.”

Oh, she had ideas. She had a whole slew of new ideas about him, and she needed to find an exit strategy quick, because none of them was on the list of things she was supposed to be thinking about. Banker, she reminded herself. He’s a banker, a very boring banker. Enough already. Just, whatever you do, don’t flirt with him.

“I don’t need to know your name. I’ve seen you around, and I know your type.”

Aaaand she was flirting with him.

It won her a smirk. “What’s my type, then?”

“For starters, you come from money. You went to expensive boarding schools, graduated from either Oxford or Cambridge, and now you work at a bank in the City—thus the name.”

He frowned and wiped his hand over his mouth. What a mouth.

“Just let me know when I get something wrong,” she offered.

“By all means, carry on. You’re doing a brilliant job so far.”

“Which was it, Oxford or Cambridge?”

“Cambridge. Trinity College.”

She resisted the urge to gloat. Gloating was well outside the range of acceptable responses to City on this particular morning.

So is flirting with him.

Right. But it was so much fun. She hadn’t flirted in ages.

“Let’s see,” she said. “I know you like to jog. Judging by those shoulders and arms, I’d say you also row, yeah?”

“Some. I play rugby, too.” He gave her half a smile, and she made an effort to suppress the image of City in a rugby jersey with pink cheeks and dirty knees, tussling over a ball. A human orgasm.

Her good sense was now officially yelling Mayday!

She was now officially ignoring it.

“What do I do for fun, then?” He stepped even closer. This flirtation had turned into a two-way party. She needed to find a method of steering the conversation back toward bacon sandwiches and, say, the location of her skirt, because it probably wasn’t good that she could smell him now, and on this man linseed oil was an aphrodisiac.

“Well, you go to the symphony, spend weekends in the countryside, and date women who wear twinsets and have names like—”

Without the least bit of warning, he kissed her. Not a preamble sort of kiss, either. No, he really kissed her, one huge hand cupping the back of her neck, and his warm, firm lips knew exactly what they were doing, which was driving every single thought from her head. Only the man remained, the mouth, the sensations coursing through her, heating her up from the inside. Heating her up fast. Could all bankers kiss like this?

Cath rose on her toes, angling her mouth and pressing closer, but he pulled back a few inches. Then a few feet.

She wanted to say something. The only word that came out of her mouth was a shaky “Whoa.”

She tried again. “What was that, City?”

“You tell me, Yank.” His lips curved into that sexy smirk again.

“I’m pretty sure you just kissed me.”

“Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?”

“What for?”

“It was terribly impolite. I didn’t ask your permission.”

Cath leaned back against the table, crossed her arms over the tight peaks of her nipples, and tried not to smile like a girl who’d just been kissed silly. She failed. She was failing a lot around this guy. It ought to have been worrisome, or at least embarrassing, but his lips had liquefied her brain.

First kiss in two years would do that, she supposed.

“I was much more impolite than you. What with the passing out and all. You’re being very nice about it.”

City scrubbed his hand over his jawline, pensive now. “I would appreciate it,” he said after a moment, “if you would stop calling me ‘nice.’”

He took a step closer, and her heart rate spiked.

“You are nice.” Her voice came out all weak and wavery. This was how Little Red Riding Hood had felt when she’d discovered the Big Bad Wolf wearing Grandma’s bonnet.

“No,” he replied. “I’m not.”

Another step, and his eyes traced a path over her arms, down her stomach to her hips. The brightly lit art studio made her purple underwear visible through the white T-shirt. She could tell that City noticed, and that he was enjoying the view.

She sat down on the edge of the table. “You brought me here with impure motives?” The idea gave her a stupid thrill.

He shook his head. “No. I developed them after you arrived.”

Cath fingered the hem of the shirt where it hit her mid-thigh. “You shouldn’t admit to that sort of thing. It’s perverted to lust after half-naked drunk girls.”

“Not perverted.” He stepped closer until his thighs brushed her knees. “Only male. And at any rate, you didn’t get me lusting with the strip show. Though it was . . . fetching.”

“No?” It was a wonder she could speak at all, considering there was a tall, hard, hot man crowding her and using up all the oxygen. “What irresistibly attractive thing did I do, then?”

One more step, and he was between her legs. “You talked. Rather a lot.”

“About what?”

“All sorts of nonsense. You’re not very fond of my country, I gather.”

Cath shrugged, sheepish. “Sometimes I miss Chicago.”

“I’d never heard you talk before. You ought to do it more. It’s charming.”

“People who talk to themselves at the train station are generally understood to be crazy. Especially in your country.”

“You could talk to me.”

“I hardly know you.”

“I’m superb,” he said. “You’re going to like me.” Big, warm hands covered her bare thighs, and she shivered. “Though I should probably reiterate, I’m not at all nice.”

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m a very good person. Not the kind of girl who gets drunk and has to be rescued from train stations.”

“I know.” He moved his hands up a few inches to the crease where her thighs met her hips.

“Or who makes out with strange men on tables. I’m a thoroughly respectable woman.”

“You don’t kiss like one.” He smiled that shark smile again.

New Cath had a death grip on the tattered vestiges of her willpower, but she’d lost control over her body. Her palms smoothed over the muscles of his forearms, and her butt scooted her closer to the edge of the table by an inch or two. Or four.

At least her mouth still worked. “I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.”

“Don’t reform. I like you bad.”

“I don’t want to be bad.” But her arms had reached up and twined around his neck, and she had to murmur the last part against his lips.

“I do,” he said, and took over.

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About Ruthie Knox

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

Jess @ Gone with the Words

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Giveaway: About Last Night by Ruthie Knox

26th Feb 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Giveaways

Giveaway: About Last Night by Ruthie KnoxAbout Last Night by Ruthie Knox
Published by Loveswept
Pub Date: June 11th 2012
Pages: 248
Format: eBook | Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Buy the book! | Goodreads

Sure, opposites attract, but in this sexy, smart, eBook original romance from RITA finalist and USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox, they positively combust! When a buttoned-up banker falls for a bad girl, "about last night" is just the beginning.

Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she's made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.

Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family's banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine--even her name turns him on--with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.

When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Because of You, Ride with Me, and Midnight Hour.

  • A 2013 finalist for the RITA award in contemporary single-title romance from Romance Writers of America
  • A 2012 Reviewers' Choice Best Book Award nominee in the "Contemporary Love and Laughter" category, Romantic Times magazine
  • Library Journal Best Ebook Romance of 2012
  • A Reviewers Choice Award 2012 Pick, All About Romance
  • A Best Contemporary Romance 2012 nominee at The Romance Reviews
  • A 2013 DABWAHA nominee

 

We’re celebrating About Last Night being only $.99 right now! All you have to do is enter the giveaway below! And this Friday, make sure to check out the awesome excerpt we have planned!

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About Ruthie Knox

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

Jess @ Gone with the Words

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Review: Chained by Ruthie Knox

26th Dec 2013 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2013, Reviews, Reviews by Jess

Review: Chained by Ruthie KnoxChained by Ruthie Knox
Series: Roman Holiday #1
Published by Loveswept
Pub Date: November 11th 2013
Pages: 40
Format: ARC | Source: NetGalley
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Buy the book! | Goodreads
3 Stars

Meet Ashley and Roman—complete opposites who can’t hide their attraction—in Episode 1 of Ruthie Knox’s eBook original serial, Roman Holiday.

Ashley Bowman is having a bad week. Reeling from the death of her beloved grandmother, she returns to the Florida Keys only to learn that a heartless Miami developer has gotten hold of the crappy vacation rentals she calls home. Ashley has one day to clear out before Roman Díaz destroys the only place in the world that matters to her. Chaining herself to a palm tree in the bulldozers’ path seems like a good way to stop him . . . until she realizes she should’ve brought food and water. And pants. Also, it would help if the evil developer weren’t so ridiculously hot.

The last thing Roman Díaz needs is some sun-kissed blond protester getting her picture in the newspaper and messing up his plans. He bought the property fair and square, and the resort he wants to build on the site is the key to realizing his highest ambitions. But when a hurricane blows through, Roman has to hustle Ashley to safety if he wants to protect his reputation—and that means giving in to her unreasonable demands.

Roman needs to learn a little compassion, and Ashley’s decided to teach it to him . . . even if she has to drag him all over the Eastern Seaboard to do it.

 

I’ve become a big fan of Ruthie Knox thanks to her serialized novel, Truly, which is free to read on Wattpad until the end of the year. That book was AMAZING. I loved it. After that, I need to get my hands on all things Knox.

Chained was such an interesting start to what I know will be a fun ride. Not only do we meet Ashley, who is chained to a tree for most of this, but we also meet Roman Diaz, who is MOST DEF going to be a hard nut to crack from what I’ve seen of him so far.

The story has definitely grabbed my interest, but it’s hard to judge just how much I’ll love it in about 40 pages. I like that the two main characters are basically in a battle against each other. And I also really like how surprising Ashley’s character was. You think she’s this ditzy blonde, but turns out to be really sharp. I hope Roman surprises me too in the end.

I think you guys should totally take a chance on this serial. It will leave you wanting to know what happens next!

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About Ruthie Knox

USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

Jess @ Gone with the Words

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