EXCITED DOESN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE WHAT I FEEL RIGHT NOW, AFTER PATIENTLY (SORT OF :P ) WAITING FOR BOOK THREE IN THE MEN OF HALFWAY HOUSE, A RESTORED MAN, I FINALLY GET TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT! HERE IS MY REVIEW, A TEASER, BUY LINKS, AUTHOR BIO, AND EVEN A FIRST CHAPTER EXCERPT OF THE BOOK! JAIME REESE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES, SO YOU KNOW I CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED!
THIS IS SO TRUE! NOW FOR MY REVIEW:
A Restored Man (Men of Halfway House #3) by: Jaime Reese
reviewed by: Becky
Cole Renzo thinks his greatest challenge is to behave for the remainder of his term at Halfway House. Until he meets his new boss, Ty Calloway, a man who ticks off every box on Cole’s list of interests.
A sought-after restorer and customizer of exotic and collectible cars, Ty had enough confidence to command what he wanted in life, until one fateful night changed everything. Almost two years later, he’s slowly rebuilding his life with great control. He’s defied the odds and works tirelessly to be the man he once was—but he still feels broken.
Cole’s candor and unfiltered personality awaken Ty’s barely-remembered desire to greet each new day with a smile, while Ty’s unwavering acceptance of Cole’s quirks and brash humor makes Cole feel as if he fits in for the first time in far too long. When a nemesis threatens Ty’s personal restoration and the things he holds dear, Cole is determined to protect their relationship, even if that means sacrificing everything he’s worked so hard to achieve.
But Ty will have to let his guard down, surrender control, and admit he needs Cole first, even if that puts himself at risk of breaking beyond repair.
This book is a long awaited treasure for me, I am in love with this series, and with this authors style of writing for sure! Everything in these books is so vivid and well described down to the last detail, and this makes for an amazing read let me assure you. Jaime Reese has created men I want to hang out with, and a world of her making I never want to leave!
I knew Cole's book would be awesome when I met him in book 2, he is a lively well meaningly annoying guy who made Julian blow his top, and gave most everyone else a giggle! The way this author crafts a love story is mind boggling, nothing held back, nothing off limits, I love that about these books! Cole and Ty are so different, but so right for each other that it just creates magic!
If you are like me, right when you finish this one, you will start pining for book 4! Thank you Jaime, for always giving us what we want in a book, so much so that we can't help but keep coming back for more!
I REALLY HAD TO DO THIS RATING ;) YOU WILL GET IT I PROMISE! HERE ARE THE BUY LINKS, AND THE GOODREADS LINK:
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DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW WHEN YOU FINISH THE BOOK! LET JAIME KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVED IT! HERE COMES THE TEASER:
GOOD LORD THIS BOOK IS GOOD :P, HERE IS THE CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT:
The music
reverberated off the walls and filtered back through Cole's body. The
sounds of Pitbull's "Timber" had him gyrating in the
kitchen as he reached into the refrigerator. He grabbed the
mozzarella then did exactly as the song commanded after shutting the
door. He spun his body around repeatedly, holding the bag of cheese
above his head while his hips arched up and down, completely seduced
by the pounding beat of the song.
He closed his
eyes. His heart thumped in unison with the beat, guiding his thick,
compact, toned body in the fast-paced thrust of his hips as if he
were pushing into the welcoming heat of a lover.
The pace slowed
and so did his body, in complete sync with the rhythm. His hips
rounded deeply, seductively, giving a show that would always excite
more than the traditional foreplay.
Cole Renzo had
some moves and he knew it.
The song sped up
again and he glided barefoot across the tiled kitchen floor to reach
the garlic cloves from the basket in the corner.
"Hey, you,"
Matt said, entering the kitchen, speaking loud enough for his voice
to travel above the music.
Cole looked over
at Matthew Doner, owner of the halfway house where he stayed, and
smiled as his body moved to the rhythm of the song, not faltering a
single beat with the interruption. He knew Matt loved to dance and
had caught him doing his own version of a solo when he thought no one
was watching. He dropped the garlic cloves on the counter and bent
his finger in a come here motion, swinging his hips in a fluid
Salsa-like move as he walked toward Matt slowly. Matt laughed and
took two steps forward. Cole pulled him closer, spun him once then
wrapped his arm around Matt's waist and started to dance to the
faster thump of the song.
The laughter
echoed in the kitchen as they moved in perfect time with the
fast-paced rhythm nearing the end of the tune. Matt held up his arm
and Cole circled with the expert elegance of a seasoned dancer, then
pulled Matt close, stepped to the side and spun Matt in the same
fashion.
"What the
fuck!" Julian thundered when he entered the kitchen.
They froze at
the sound of Julian's tone, just as the song ended. Cole's hand still
rested on Matt's waist as they tried to settle their breathing, the
absence of music magnifying the harsh puff of each exhale.
"Hey!"
Cole responded cheerfully. "Matt and I were getting it on in
here. Matt's got some hip action that would make a—"
Matt's hand came
up around the back of Cole's head to cover his mouth, stopping him
midsentence. What the hell? He was just going to compliment
Matt on his seductive dance moves.
Cole glanced at
Julian. His golden skin glowed, and he looked as if he had actually
swelled an inch or two while standing there. His nostrils flared like
a bull's. His usual intimidating green-eyed glare was more vicious
than usual.
"What. The.
Fuck," Julian said in that controlled tone that couldn't hide
the undercurrent of his bubbling rage. He looked like he wanted to
murder someone. Correction. Based on the white-knuckled fists he held
at his sides, he was probably going to beat the shit out of some poor
soul.
Murder would
show mercy.
Matt's hand
couldn't hide the smile Cole imagined was plastered on his face. Poor
sorry ass idiot who dared piss off Julian Capeletti.
He looked up at the green-eyed guy who towered over Cole's five-nine
stature.
"J, calm
down," Matt said to his partner in his usual calming tone.
Yeah, good luck
with that. Julian was about to go ape shit on someone and Cole was
going to have a front row seat to that show. Cole's stomach fluttered
and he started shifting his weight from foot to foot. He couldn't
wait to see Julian actually lose it for once.
Julian's jaw
clenched and his fists tightened.
Wait a
minute. Cole looked back and forth between Julian and Matt.
Julian's not pissed at Matt—he never was. They had one of those
sickly sweet, always romantic I love you lick fest relationships you
secretly want but would never openly admit. Why was Julian so mad?
And who the hell was he mad at? There was no one else in the kitchen.
Shit.
Cole slowly registered how his actions or words may have been
received. He instantly released Matt as if his fingers were singed
and put his hands behind his back. Matt removed his hand from Cole's
mouth. Cole took a few steps back and raised his hands in a
surrender-like fashion, hoping to calm the golden beast that seemed
to be growing in width with each passing second.
"We were
just dancing," Cole said calmly. He knew better than to joke
with Julian while he was in this state of mind. Stick to the
facts. "I was making dinner…your favorite actually."
He walked over slowly toward the stovetop like someone stepping away
from a wild animal. He kept his focus trained on Julian as he lifted
the pot tops on the stove.
Matt neared
Julian and placed his hands on the stretched black T-shirt covering
his broad chest. "J, I heard the music and came in here. You
know I can't resist a dance," he said teasingly as he stroked
Julian's chest. He then smiled and placed a kiss on Julian's neck.
Julian's focus
shifted quickly from Cole to Matt and back to Cole. Within a second,
his glare had changed. Matt kissed him again and Julian's eyes
partially closed but snapped open, re-focusing on Cole as his target.
Matt's hand
reached up Julian's neck to the back of his shaved head.
Julian's eyes
closed and his head lolled to the side, seeking Matt's kisses up his
neck then along his jawline. In a flash, he grabbed Matt by the hand
and pulled him out the kitchen. Matt quickly glanced back to Cole
with a huge grin on his face.
Cole sighed with
relief as his entire body relaxed.
Crisis averted.
He always seemed
to get a rise out of Julian but it was never intentional. Not really.
He wouldn't deny he occasionally had some fun at Julian's expense. He
just had the worst case of foot in mouth syndrome. It seemed
his mouth worked much faster than his brain. He would never say or do
anything to intentionally hurt someone, his mother had taught him
better than that. But with a thousand different thoughts racing in
his mind at any given moment, picking the right thing to say didn't
always work out in his favor.
Or as Julian
said, he had no social filter between his brain and mouth.
Cole returned his focus to the dinner he was preparing. Food. God, he
loved to cook and was thankful as hell Matt and Julian allowed him to
tinker in the kitchen. He didn't want to stir anything up—aside
from the sauce he was preparing—but he needed to burn off the
nervous energy that thrummed through his body on a constant basis. He
pressed the button on the iPod docking station to jump to the next
playlist and lowered the volume. The smooth sounds of Maroon 5
streamed through the speakers and eased his nerves as he continued to
stir the sauce. Visions of Adam Levine singing and dancing came to
mind. Mmm. The things he'd love to do to that man.
He was placing
the garlic rolls in the oven some time later when Julian walked into
the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to grab a bottled water. Cole
closed the oven and stilled, hoping for some magic superpower that
would render him invisible. He couldn't abandon dinner and risk it
getting ruined or, even worse, messing up Halfway House, the place he
had called his home for the last two months. Shit.
Cole turned,
feeling as if he should say something, but shut his mouth almost as
quickly to avoid aggravating the situation. He sucked at apologies
and usually ended up shoving his other foot into his mouth as well.
Julian glared at
him just as Matt entered the kitchen with flushed cheeks, a dreamy
smile, and swollen lips. Matt hummed as he tugged his shirt to
straighten it. When he looked up and saw both Cole and Julian looking
at him, his eyes rounded and he quickly turned and exited the
kitchen.
Midday booty
call. Busted.
A slow smile
began to spread across Cole's face. He glanced over at Julian who
still had a death glare focused on him.
Julian pointed a
finger at him. "Don't you dare go there," he said before
turning away. "And pull up your pants. I can see your damn
Spider-Man underwear."
"Hey, don't
rag on the superheroes. Oh, and by the way…"
Julian turned
and gave Cole a pointed glare.
Cole did a chin
up gesture toward the door where Matt had been only moments ago. "You
can thank me later."
The muscles in
Julian's jaw flexed. He inhaled sharply, shook his head, and left the
kitchen without saying another word.
AHHH, YOU GOTTA LOVE WELL MEANING COLE AND HIS LOOSE LIPS! THIS BOOK IS A TRUE DELIGHT! :) NOW LET'S LOOK AT THE LOVELY AUTHOR!!
Jaime Reese is the alter ego of an
artist who loves the creative process of writing, just not about
herself. Fiction is far more interesting. She has a weakness for
broken, misunderstood heroes and feels everyone deserves a chance at
love and life. An avid fan of a happy ending, she believes those
endings acquired with a little difficulty are more cherished.
HERE ARE THE COVERS AND LINKS TO THE FIRST TWO BOOKS IN THE SERIES IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T READ THEM!
BOOK 1- A BETTER MAN:
BOOK 2- A HUNTED MAN:
HOW FREAKING HOT ARE ALL THESE COVERS! MAN, I KNOW I CAN'T WAIT FOR BOOK 4, UNTIL THEN I GUESS I HAVE TO GO BACK AND RE-READ THE FIRST THREE! POOR ME :) THANK YOU FOR JOINING US ON THIS BLOG TOUR STOP! SEE YOU SOON!
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