Monday, November 18, 2013

Blog Tour Review and Giveaway - Surrender to Me by Monica James


I love the Surrender series by Monica James. There is no doubt I will auto download the next book in this series.  Check out my spoiler free review, author giveaway and a special POV/excerpt from Jasper.  LOVE him.

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Title: Surrender To Me
Author: Monica James
Release Date: October 21, 2013
Genre: New Adult

Blurb:
Ava Thompson left the love of her life, Jasper White, to unearth her destiny. Even though the decision was the toughest of her life, it was the only way for Ava to grow into the woman she’s always wanted to become.

Sadly, that destiny has led her back to the place that broke her.

Singapore.

And more importantly, it has led her back to the man who broke her.

Harper.

But Ava is no longer the scared, lost girl she once was. Ava is stronger, and she will not allow her past, taint her future. 

Six months later, Ava travels back to Los Angeles for an event that embraces the true meaning of love. Sadly for Ava, her meaning of true love has been lost.

And that’s because of one life changing event that has altered her life forever.

Los Angeles is not how Ava left it. Things have changed. People have changed. She has changed. But what has remained untouched is her passionate love for Jasper White.

But does Jasper feel the same?

Review:
Surrender to Me (I Surrender, #2)Surrender to Me by Monica  James
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Spoiler-free review. Slight cliff hanger. I highly recommend reading book I Surrender (Book #1) prior reading Surrender to Me (Book #2).  4.5 stars.

Where are all of these amazing new book releases coming from lately?  Down under! I love Aussie writer Monica James and her Surrender series.
Surrender to Me (Surrender Book #2)is my favorite book out of the two.  I am going to remain spoiler free here and top line my review.  Surrender to Me picks up right where book one left off.  Ava is in Singapore with Harper and they are engaged.  She is still hopelessly in love with Jasper and still devastated about how things ended.  Ava and Harper have to make a trip back to LA for V’s wedding.   Ava has no idea that Jasper will be at the wedding.  Ava also doesn’t have a clue about Harper’s “other” life. That’s all I can say without giving this story away.

I devoured this book in one day.   There was no way I could put this book down. Book #1 had a monster cliff hanger…so you could imagine how I couldn’t wait to download this book.  It was worth the wait.  Surrender to Me is one hell of a roller coaster ride full of emotional twists and turns.  There were times I wanted to smack Ava for being na├»ve…just sayin.  I think Harper is on my list of sinister douche bag boyfriends of all time.  WOW…I didn’t see where this book was going at all!!!  I do have one little criticism/suggestion. Albeit small...but worth noting.  Some of the dialogue needs to be “Americanized”.  I love “Aussie-isms” but just had to throw it out there since characters are Cali natives.  *SIDE NOTE – Monica James – I am happy to help you with this.* This book ended with a slight cliffy and can’t wait to see where this story is going. I will auto-download book three.

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Bio:
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson. Listening to the likes of Elvis to Fiona Apple and everything in between has been her inspirational tool to write. Her varied musical and literary tastes have shaped her into the writer she has become. Monica partook in extra Literature and Writing studies in High School. She studied a Bachelor of Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences at La Trobe University Victoria, Australia, majoring in Philosophy and Cinema Studies for three years. When she is not writing she is running her own business, but always finds a balance between the two. Monica enjoys reading honest, heartfelt and turbulent stories that leave an imprint on her. She put pen to paper because she wanted to write a book that she would want to read. She draws inspiration from her surroundings, hopeful others enjoy reading about the world as she sees it.

Monica’s Links and bio info: 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormonicajames
Twitter: @monicajames81

Surrender to Me playlist:     https://play.spotify.com/user/1292356879/playlist/2flHnePmWV1C6fxkRqfKzJ

Passengers of Ego links: 
https://www.facebook.com/passengersofego
https://twitter.com/PassengersOfEgo
passengersofego.bigcartel.com (where you can purchase the cd and tshirts)
passengers.of.ego@gmail.com

POE’s debut song Set Me Free Lyric Video: 
Direct Link: http://youtu.be/MwDFfT-AtxQ

Giveaway:  
Grand Prize of a signed copy of Surrender To Me, swag, Passengers of Ego CD and a T-shirt.
3 Amazon Ebook copies of Surrender to Me
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Jasper’s POV- Surrender to Me
Who the hell is Dominique?
And why the hell is V being pushier than usual to get me here by 7pm?
Slamming my truck door shut, I have a bad feeling that once I enter through the doors of Dominique’s, my life will never be the same.
My heart starts pacing like a runaway train, and with every step I take, it just keeps getting faster and faster. What the hell is the matter with me?
As I shoulder the glass doors open, I am like a bloodhound onto a scent because suddenly, my nose is leading me into the direction of a delectable, familiar fragrance. I know that perfume, and it’s not manufactured in a store somewhere. No, this smell is one that belongs to the only woman in the world, who throws me on my ass, time and time again.
My brain ends up in my feet, as I am racing toward that scent like a starved man, stumbling across his first meal in months because that’s how I feel. I feel like I have been in hibernation since then, since my life changed forever.
I mumble an incoherent apology to the person I just shouldered past like madman to get to where I want, no, where I need to be.
But I stop dead in my tracks and nearly tumble to the ground when I see her. The girl I have dreamt about ever since I walked out on her all those months ago.
My heart pounds against my ribcage as the memory of our breakup replays like a mini movie over and over, and I feel like I’ve just been kicked in the balls.
Why is she here? And why does she have to look so fucking beautiful?
I can’t speak, I am shell shocked.
And when she meets my eyes, she looks just as confused as I.
Suddenly, months of wanting and desire, and anger and betrayal, come crashing down like a fucking tsunami, and my mouth opens before I can stop myself.
 “What the FUCK is she doing here?”
I automatically kick my own ass when I see the hurt and shame pass over her perfect features. Fuck me, I am such an asshole, and I feel even worse when I see her stumble slightly with my fucked up, choice of words.
She looks just as I remember, no actually, she doesn’t, she looks better.  She is my fantasy, wrapped in a perfect, tiny parcel.
“Sooo, I guess now would be a good time to tell you both,” V says, breaking my trance like stare.
I need answers, and I need them now.
“Tell us what? Lucas, what the hell is going on?” I ask, looking at Lucas who is uncomfortably holding up a suit.
Hold up.
That suit looks freakin’ tiny, way too small for Lucas.
Then it all clicks into place...fuck me.
My brain is mush, drowning in her fragrance, but I know a setup when I see one. No wonder V was so adamant I was to be here by 7.
Lost in thoughts of strangling my best friend, it isn’t until I hear a soft intake of breath which slams me back into reality. I meet her shy, brown eyes and I swear to Christ, my pants twitch in excitement when I see the way her longing gaze feasts upon my mouth, which I am subconsciously chewing the hell outta.
What is she doing? Why is she looking at me like that?
After all this time, why is she looking at me like she still wants me?
She made her feelings crystal fucking clear when she threw my apology back into my face, and ignored me when I tried my hardest to express how sorry I was.
I was a total jackass for walking out on her, and not contacting her right away. But I needed time, after finding out she was still in contact with that asshat, Harper, I needed time to cool down- without wanting to kill that son of a bitch.
Memories of that damn voice message slash away at my re
ality, and the feeling of rejection floods me.
“So, is anyone going to answer my question, or did I just walk into the twilight zone?” I asks a little more heatedly than intended.
Fuck, zip it you jerk, I scold myself again, as I witness her full, luscious mouth dip into a saddened frown.
She shyly raises her eyes, and my god, I think I just forgot to breathe when she meets my eyes.
Peering at her like a mute chump, I allow myself to rewind to a time when Ava and I were happy. When she was my everything- my reason to breathe. And I wish I could go back to that time.
But feelings of insecurity overcome me, and all I can recall is how she just ignored me when I tried to tell her how sorry I was. I wrote her every day, and I sent her flowers. I never called her because I was too afraid of what she would say to me.
Yes, I am a gutless coward, but I still showed her I cared. She on the other hand, she just fucking tore my heart out as each day passed without a single word.
Suddenly, my eyes are drawn to her chest like a magnet, something I failed to notice, up until now. Something I wish I never saw, because now goddammit, that’s all I can focus on.
I can see the lush, creamy skin of her exposed breasts, and my mouth waters, begging for a taste.
I scold myself for being such a perverse creep as I witness her blush a deep crimson, which spreads a nice shade of pink across her chest.
Christ.
As she pulls the lapels across her chest, I know I am totally busted, but I don’t care.
I cannot stop looking at her because this woman will be the death of me, and I was just stupid to think I was ever in control.
She must feel me undressing her indecently because I feel the air in the room shift. I do the polite thing and take a physical step back, but emotionally, Ava Thompson has just drawn me in, and funnily enough, she didn’t have to try very hard.
I am hers. I always have been.
And I always will be.
I knew once I entered these doors, nothing would ever be the same.
I just never anticipated how much so.

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