Review: Praying for Rain by BB Easton

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REVIEW:

I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on Wes and Rain because Ms. Easton did such a great job of hooking me in book one. I wanted, no I NEEDED, to find out where she was going with the plot and book two was a seamless transition into what turned out to be some awesome twists and turns. I’m usually pretty good at predicting but I was kept on my toes and pleasantly surprised.

This book included new enemies, stronger bonds, and a rollercoaster of emotions. While we got some more insight into our main characters and what motivated them, we were also left with many questions and quite the bombshell cliffy. While I’m admittedly not the biggest fan of cliffhangers, there are a few authors that I’ll gladly jump into that pool for, Ms. Easton being one of them.

There’s not a whole lot that can be said without giving away key elements that are best left to the experience of reading it but I highly recommend picking this series up. Book 1 went into my favorites in 2019 and book 2 is joining the favorites ranks. I’m more than ready to see what’s next for one of my favorite couples.

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“This is a series I urge every single person to read. It’s so unique and artistic and has me hanging off of every word.”
– Amo Jones, Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

Fighting for Rain, the second installment in The Rain Trilogy everyone’s raving about from BB Easton, is out now!

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The world was supposed to end on April 23, but Rainbow Williams’s world ended days before that.

The mass hysteria caused by the impending apocalypse claimed everything she’d ever loved. Her family. Her city. Her will to live.

Until she met him.

Wes Parker didn’t have anything left for the apocalypse to take…he’d already lost it all by the time he was nine-years-old. His family. His home. His hope of ever being loved.

Until he met her.

Brought together by fate and bound by a love that would last lifetimes, Rain and Wes were prepared to die together on April 23.

They were not prepared for what would happen on April 24

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Excerpt:

“Did I pass?” Rain asks as I stop at the bottom of the tree house ladder to give her a hand up.

“I think I’m the one who passed.” I give her a swat on the ass as she heads up and chuckle when she yelps in surprise. “I know your song.”

“Oh, really?”

When I climb in behind her, Rain is sitting, facing me with her arms folded over her chest.

For a guy who has nothing to prove, I fucking love proving myself to this girl.

I sit with my back against the plywood wall and strum something softer and slower and definitely sadder than anything I’ve played for her before. I’m afraid it might be too much, considering how far she’s come today, but fuck it. It’s the truth, and right now, the truth—and this guitar—is all I got.

“I think you might be a Paramore girl.”

The simple, soulful melody is synchronized with every beat of my own bleeding heart as I open my mouth and sing the first line.

About a girl watching her daddy cry.

Rain clutches the blanket to her chest and listens as I tell her the story of a woman who’s afraid to get hurt after watching her parents break each other’s hearts. She tries to protect herself. She tries to avoid the pain of being left. But when she finally falls in love, she realizes that it’s worth the risk.

I hope she’s fucking right.

I can’t really see Rain’s expression in the dark, but as I let the final note fade out, I know I’m going to find tears before I even reach for her face.

“How did you do that?” She sniffles, and when she leans into my touch, I know I got her.

I shrug. “When you’re in the system, you get good at figuring people out.”

She inhales deeply and sighs. “So, what’s the name of my new favorite song?”

I place the guitar in the corner and crawl over to her. Laying her down, I take the wadded-up blanket out of her arms and set it behind her head like a pillow. “‘The Only Exception.’”

Gazing down at her, I know now that that’s exactly what she is for me. The only exception to all of my rules.

No getting attached.

Leave before you get left.

Supplies. Shelter. Self-defense.

Survival above all else.

Now, they’ve all been crossed out with a giant X, and next to them, in murderous block letters, are the words Protect Rainbow Williams. That’s all I fucking care about now. Keeping her safe. Keeping her—period.

“Wes?” she asks, her voice small and shaky as she slides her fingers into my hair and pushes it away from my face. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”

Bracing myself on my forearms, I lower myself onto her soft, warm body and press my lips to hers. Blood explodes through my veins on contact, but I don’t move. I hold that kiss until I feel her relax beneath me. Until I know she’ll believe me when I finally promise, “Forever.”

Satisfied, Rain pulls my face back down to hers and kisses me like forever might actually exist. Slowly. Sweetly. Without the ticking clock of April 23 looming over our heads. Without blood on our hands or ash in our hair. Without wonder or worry about how it will end. Because we started at the fucking end.

Now, we get to begin.

About BB Easton

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BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write books about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about that.

Praying for Rain is BB’s first full-length work of fiction. The idea, fittingly, came to her in a dream.

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Review: The Best Chance by Elena Monroe

REVIEW

Hunter and Addi were two broken pieces of the same heart. They weren’t good people in the conventional way but their complexity and vulnerability made them human. This is the first book I’ve read by this author and I enjoyed her unapologetic style.

The plot hooked me. Ms. Monroe did a good job of filling in some of the key events of previous books so I didn’t feel like I was missing anything. The pace was good.

This is by no means a “safe” book. It pushes at the comfort zone and does so liberally.

FINAL RATING: 5 STARS ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Title: The Best Chance
Series: The Amherst Sinners #4
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
Release Date: January 7, 2020
Blurb
He’s no
Sinner, he’s criminal.
HUNTER
I was unwavering. I’m handcuffed to who I’m supposed to be.
I’m the guy you don’t take a chance on.
I’m the guy who has all the best intentions and none of the graceful follow
through.
I’m the guy your dad hates and your mom still fantasizes about during their
stale moments of passion.
At least, I used to be all of those things until the girl I loved from a safe
distance decided I was too much of risk.
I used to be all those things until I saw Addi’s poisonous red lips taunting me
to hurt a little bit more.
She had been chewed up and spit out by everyone who was supposed to love
her.
A girl full of destructive risks was going to make me the best chance she ever
took.
ADDILEIGH
I used to vie for my parents approval, I never wished my perfect sister any
good wishes, and let the voice of  insecurities become a bitch.
I’m no longer her shadow of imperfection.
I’m the girl you want a wild night with even when I giggle and tell you I’m not
that kind of girl.
I’m the girl who has a chip on my shoulder, filler in my lips, and a master
list of all the corrupt things I want to try before I die.
Get drunk at a college party? Check.
Sleep with a married man? Check.
Fall in love? That is going to be the most corrupt thing I have ever
done.
Convince someone to love me, every rotten part.
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Excerpt
I woke up, choking on the air I needed. My demons didn’t care. They
laughed, watching death get close enough to scare me shitless but not do any
harm.
Growing a fucking conscience enough to let anything haunt me wasn’t in my
DNA. Changes like this only happened from loving… and
losing.
I automatically swung my legs over the bed and leaned over, pressing my
elbows into my knees to steady my breathing. No matter how many times this had
happened, none of it felt comfortable, and I wasn’t getting used to it.
It always happened the same way: Layla standing in front of me, but
unable to hear or see me. I was invisible to her, and that hit too close to
reality. She never saw me, not like how I saw her. Her vision, her heart, her
words… every ounce of care was reserved for someone else, long before he
waltzed into her life.
Adjusting my tangled necklaces that hung down to my chest, I noticed the
sweat coating my body, like I had run a few miles. That was new.
I was hoping Addi wouldn’t wake up. I peered over my shoulder at her
sleeping body, wrapped in silk pajamas and wearing an eye mask, preventing her
from witnessing this.
Nothing about her was average, not even how she slept.

When my breath finally normalized, I got up and headed towards the
bathroom to analyze how shitty my outside probably matched my growing
conscience inside. The abrasive lights made my eyes buckle and close, and I
fumbled for any kind of dimmer switch. Just like my feelings: on a low.
I looked like death. My blonde hair was curling, like I just got out of
the water and let the sun bake my curls into position. My eyes were still
squinting and had dark bags under them. My skin was a paler version of its
norm. Easily now, pushing through the surface was my soul—that goddamn thing I
buried so deep that I thought I’d only see it again when I died.
Giving up on my reflection, I walked back to bed, but not before seeing
my name in Addi’s cursive on an In-N-Out bag I hadn’t noticed before:
Hunter,
eat some damn food.
That’s what I loved about her: cursive on the outside, but fucking bold
and underlined inside.
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Author Bio
Elena Monroe
grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories
were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each
emotion, each character’s name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting
what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a
toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.
Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art.
Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in
Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.
Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at
@elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!
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