Thursday, 13 February 2014

Alluring Turmoil by Skye Turner Review

 Book Blurb

Alexia Sloane is the 26 year old owner of the highly successful Louisiana coffee shop/bakery, Java and Sweeties. The past couple of years have been all she’s dreamed of and her business takes all of her focus. All of her heart.
Jude Delecroix is the lead singer of one of the most famous rock bands in the country, Bayou Stix and the man who broke Lexi’s heart.
Lexi and Jude have a past.
When Jude comes back to town 8 years after leaving to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a famous musician and comes face to face with Lexi, forces collide, old hurts are brought to the surface, and life as these two have been living it will never be the same.
There are 2 sides to every story, and what happens when the things you believed to be concrete suddenly crumble like ash and fade away?
Welcome to Louisiana where humidity and passion are high and things are not always what they seem.
***Contains graphic sex and language. Not intended for young readers.***
***This is a second chance romance novel and is nothing like a novel when strangers meet.***

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My Review

Arc received from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 4 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 4 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 4 stars
Overall rating :- 4 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- M/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review read

Why I chose this book?

The author asked me to review the book.

What I liked about this book.

* The constant guessing of will they or wont they.
* The writing flowed well and the story sucks you in.
* I'm left wanting more.

What I didn't like about this book.

Not a lot it was a very enjoyable read.

Would I read more from this author?


Would I recommend this book?


About the Author

Skye Turner
Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned Amazon Bestselling Author of Sexy Adult Romance.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.
She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and four fur babies.

When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or catching up on her family oriented blog.
She loves to incorporate pieces of Louisiana into her writing.

You can find her here:
Twitter: @SkyeTurner_Auth


My back is to the door. The shop is busy for a Wednesday night. Almost every couch and chair is filled and there’s a nice line of people at the counter waiting to order their coffee or pick up a sweet treat from our bakery display racks. John Mayer is playing over the speakers low enough not to bother anyone working, but loud enough that you can hear the music.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stands up as if I’ve just been shocked. Bradi is facing the door and her eyes go wide. “Oh my god… Oh my god… OH MY GOD!”
I slowly turn around, as if pulled by an imaginary cord, but I already know what I’ll see. My mind sees everything as if in slow motion. My eyes travel the length of a slim, but cut, 6’1 body, taking everything in, from the tips of his black boots to the top of his spiked dirty blond purple tipped hair. I notice all of the tattoos and the scruff that looks as if it’s a permanent part of a chiseled face. 
“Oh FUCK ME!” I gasp out.
I feel faint. My hands start to sweat, my stomach starts to clench, and my panties start to moisten. It’s instinctual. My eyes move back down a smidge and rest on the clear, hard, hazel eyes of the one and only Jude Delecroix, lead singer of Bayou Stix, and he’s staring right back at me. 
I unconsciously start to shake and forget that I’m still holding onto Bradi. Only now I’m squeezing her as if she’s a lifeline. I feel her move to where she’s looking into my face, but I can’t move. I can’t speak. I cannot break the all consuming hold of  the hazel eyes across the room. Those eyes that still haunt my dreams… every night.

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