Title:
Pretty Instincts
Author: S.E. Hall
Release: May 15, 2014
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21933947-pretty-instinct
~Synopsis~
“If opposites
attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”
There’s no easy road
traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel….
But I also never
planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.
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~Excerpt~
“I can’t let a
stranger on the bus with Bubs. What if he’s a mass murderer?” What if he’s not
as pretty on the inside as he is on the outside?
“Ah, Mama Bear, run
him through all the tests. You’re careful. And he might say we’re crazy and
tell us to fuck off. Let’s ask before we worry about it.”
Biding my time, I
chew on the inside of my cheek and look back, confirming Conner’s still tossing
the Frisbee happily, Rhett watching him. “You asking or am I?” I sigh,
hopefully masking the foreign tingle of anticipation working its way up my
battered spine.
“He’s hetero, I can
tell from here. I say we send in,” he flicks a finger back and forth between my
boobs, “the big guns.”
“Don’t lick your
lips!” I shove him, mouth agape. “You’re like my brother. That’s illegal in at
least forty states, and gross.”
“You didn’t think it
was gross when—”
“Enough.” I slap my
hand over his mouth hastily. “I’ll go, but you stay right here and watch,
closely. He makes a move for a weapon, dial 911 as you run to rescue me.”
“On it.” He grins at
me, full of victory, a hint of his earlier teasing still lingering in his
expression.
Girding my loins, I
think, do women have loins and can they be girded or is that only a guy thing?
Summoning my courage, I move with slow, hesitant steps in the miraculous
unknown’s direction, reminding myself with each one that it’s for the boys, the
band, the overall goal of staying the hell out of Sutton. And it is, but I’m
kidding myself if I don’t admit I wouldn’t be this anxious if I was walking up
to an ugly man. Or even a kinda good-looking man. Shallow much, Liz? Nah, I
have no control over biological response.
Almost there now,
his head lifts and turns at my approach, connecting eyes as sable brown as
thick molasses to my own. He was tummy-turning enough far away. Up close, he’s
better than photoshopped, a clear-cut case for Guinness Genetics. His lips are
full, much plumper than my own, and he has a strong nose and jawline, both very
masculine, the latter covered in a dark scruff. His hair is the same rich
chestnut as his eyes, not too short, but definitely not too long. “Just fucked”
hair (isn’t that what they call it?) be damned. He’s got “just fucked her and
she had to hold on” locks, unruly in the most intricate fashion. The black
boots at the end of long, thick legs are scuffed, faded jeans worn, well, and
the long sleeved black thermal he’s wearing? Oh, he wears it, or rather, every
muscle in his torso holds it up flawlessly.
Bottom line—he’s
easy to look at.
“Are you a deranged
serial killer and/or rapist?”
I like to open
subtly.
“No, are you?” His
timbre is deep and gravely, sending my vagina subliminal messages. Something
along the lines of “yup, you want it.” With a voice like that, I’m praying he
isn’t a chain smoker. To fuzz this perfect picture with the stench of an
ever-present cloud of smoke would be one helluva slap in the face of the
Almighty creator.
“No,” I answer too
defensively, this instant, highly unusual attraction frying my staple “too cool
to care” attitude that, up until right now, I’d like to think I pull off
fabulously. “You any good?” I lean and point to the instrument on his back,
brows bowed in questioning antagonism.
“Define good,” he
deadpans, head down as he pulls the guitar off his back and puts it back in its
case.
“Hendrix.”
“Not left-handed.”
He shrugs as he straightens back up and captures my gaze.
“Page.”
He laughs, treating
me to one seriously enlightening sound, accompanied by the sexiest blindingly
white smile. “Then no, not even close to good.”
Damn, I should’ve
gone with a mediocre guitarist! Now I’ve backed myself into a corner, Stranger
Danger not giving me anything in the form of segue. Struggling, I shove my
hands in my back pockets and rock nervously back and forth on my heels, forced
to come up with another revealing yet seemingly aloof question.
“Why do you ask?” he
rescues me.
“Our band.” I toss
my head back toward the bus. “We need a bassist. And since you’re hitchhiking,
I thought maybe—”
He drops down from
his perch on the top edge of the bench and stands, well over six feet of
sinister sex appeal stretching out before my eager eyes. “Do you know what a
hitchhiker is?”
“What?” I shake my
head to clear it and take a step back. “Yes, of course.”
“You sure about
that?” He eats up the steps I’d retreated, placing his body close enough to
mine that I can literally feel the battle of push and pull between us. “‘Cause
where I come from, hitchhikers stand at the road, where you can see them. It
increases their chances of actually landing a ride.” His left eyebrow curves up
at one end and that same eye, I swear it, twinkles at me. “Seeing as how I’m
sitting at the back of a desolate rest stop, I’m either the worst hitchhiker in
history,” another step closer, “or you’re labeling me with the wrong tag.”
~Review~
The thing that I love about SE Hall is
that I think she has a sixth sense about what her readers crave because she
gives it to us every time she writes a story. Suspense, check, steamy sex
scenes, check, a story line that will have you hooked like a heroine addict, check,
and let's not forget the comedy, check, check, and check. I am a huge fan of
the "Evolve Series" and let me tell you, "Pretty Instinct" has
got to be her best work so far, I mean that's my opinion. We have a gripping
back story which involves Elizabeth and her past. And when I tell say you'll
never expect what's coming believe me you will not expect it, for most part SE
kept you in suspense until it was the right time to unleash the madness, but in
between there she kept the book alive. We have Elizabeth who comes off as being
this ultra bitch, but she's a real sweetheart, for the past eight years she's
been looking out for everyone other than herself. Then chance would have it she
met Cannon, oh Cannon he's something else. He stripped her bare, help her to
let go and just let be, live and learn to be the person who, she really is, and
just love. Then we have the sub characters, love Jarrett he's a f***king riot,
like I said before it doesn't matter how serious a background of SE books are
you will come out laughing one way or the other and she did that with Jarrett
and Elizabeth's relationship, along with Elizabeth's and Cannon, I absolutely
love that about her books. There's so many secrets that you will not guess what
they are, I live the comedy aspect that SE always give us with her books. Along
with all those things SE gave us some steamy, sweaty, turn you on, sex scenes.
Oh I had hot flashes I tell you, Cannon and that dirty mouth of his, yes, yes
and yes. Overall "Pretty Instinct" is a book about trusting, loving,
living and realizing that forgiveness is the number one key, fantastic job done
by SE and thank you for sharing your story with us; very riveting, compelling
and gripping.
~About Author~
S.E.Hall resides in
Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in
the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing.
She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!
~Social Links~
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Emergeauthor
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