Friday, November 20, 2015

Tori Review: "Bringing Home the Bad Boy" by Jessica Lemmon

Happy Friday, Bibliodarlings!

Tori has been blazin' a trail through her End-Of-Year reads! Good news for you Romance lovers!


Title: Bringing Home the Bad boy
Author: Jessica Lemmon
Genre: Romance
Publication Date: January 27, 2015
Pages: 384


The Bad Boy Is Back

Evan Downey needs a new beginning. Since the death of his wife five years ago, the brilliant tattoo artist has shut himself away in a prison of grief that not even his work can break him out of-and what's worse, Evan knows his son Lyon is bearing the brunt of his seclusion. Moving back to the lake town of Evergreen Cove where he spent his childhood summers is his last chance for a fresh start.

Charlotte Harris knows she owes it to her best friend's memory to help Evan and his son find their way again, but she can't stop her traitorous heart from skipping a beat every time she looks into Evan's mesmerizing eyes. Charlotte is determined to stay strictly in the Friend Zone-until a mind-blowing night knocks that plan by the wayside. Now, if they're brave enough to let it, Charlotte and Evan might just find a love capable of healing their broken hearts . . .

Fantastic! Highly Recommend!

Fan-freaking-tastic! Prepare yourself for some hardcore gush because I absolutely fell in love with Bringing Home the Bad Boy!

By page two, you couldn’t have pried this book from my hands with butter and a crow bar. I was hooked…or rather addicted might be the proper phrase. I will even shamelessly admit to getting stuck in hardcore traffic on a rainy ride to work and popping my Kindle in the nooks of the steering wheel. Read-a-line. Check-for-taillights. Read-a-line. Become extremely disappointed when traffic begins to move and I have to abandon my bad boy.

Speaking of, I’m fairly certain that Evan Downey just made it to the tippy-top of my book boyfriend’s list. I don’t use the word perfect very often for a character. But in this case I will make an exception. PERFECT. Yes, Evan is perfection walking (or strutting as he tends to do…but come on, if you looked like’d strut too). After his wife passed away, Evan spent years trying to learn to accept how a 26-year-old vivacious woman could be taken from him so suddenly. Now, four years later, Evan decides that he can no longer live in the home that reminds him so much of his wife. So he packs up his son, Lyon, and moves to the beautiful town of Evergreen Cove. A place that just so happens to have Charlotte Harris, best friend of his late wife, and “Aunt Charlie” to his son.

Ah Charlie, I found myself quite jealous of her. Photographer with a gorgeous house on the lake, and one very swoon-worthy new neighbor with a pretty awesome son. Yes this girl over here was green with envy. I also noticed that she had a tendency to overuse the word, “sorry.” I also suffer from this affliction. But in Charlie’s case…one blue-eyed artist was enough to change everything.

I must compliment Ms. Lemmon on her writing skills. Her dialogue was…inspired. I never felt like a conversation was forced or out of place. The way she was able to mix the perfect blend of detail and substance into her scenes…I was just exhilarated to find an author that could make me keep thinking, “Holy cannoli, I hope that I can do that one day.” I tip my hat. My very big day-at-the-races worthy hat.

The steamy scenes were quite *ahem…wonderful. Let’s just say that finger painting never looked so fun. Anyway, blushing now. Back on point. I also must say how ardently I ADORE the cover. Recently I have been in a cover funk…none of them have really seemed to fit the story. But this cover…they even got the tattoo placement on the cover model right. He also does Evan justice in the yummy department.

5 very happy ecstatic quills to Bringing Home the Bad Boy! It took me all of about thirty seconds to download the second book in the Second Chances series, Rescuing the Bad Boy. I don’t foresee much sleep in my immediate future. Alas, a sweet torture I shall endure for my love of reading.

Good day my lovelies!


I am a 25 year old tiny oddball of a woman. I have come to expect that life rarely listens when you huff and puff your way around like some surly old she-wolf. So instead, I have learned to embrace that which makes me quirky. I’m quite a lover of chocolate in all its forms and I ardently believe that it can indeed be served for breakfast. My oven, however, is strictly for shoes.

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