Reviews for the Love Rewritten series by Jane Lynne Daniels
Be Careful What You
Kiss For (Love Rewritten, Book 1)
When a psychic gives
Tensley the chance to erase her biggest
regret and replay her life with the one who got away, who would have thought a
simple “do-over” could go so terribly wrong—and feel so
right?
TAKE
IT...
When Tensley Tanner-
Starbrook gets the chance for one life
“do-over” from a well-intentioned but bumbling psychic, she goes for it. But
that change turns everything else upside down. Instead of a buttoned-up
corporate executive, she’s now an entirely unbuttoned exotic dancer. And she’s
face to…face with the one man she’s never been able to get
over.
TO THE
MAX
Detective Max Hunter
has come a long way from high-school
bad boy, and with everything on the line, nothing can stop him…except seeing
his first love dancing in the club he’s been assigned to investigate. Torn
between getting her far away from the place and needing her help as an insider,
he knows only two things for sure: Tensley’s stirring feelings he thought long
ago buried, and a relationship with her would be career suicide. Yet, maybe,
just maybe, this was a love meant to overcome the past.
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My Review
Jane Lynne Daniels’s “Be Careful What You Kiss For” is a curious concept. If you’ve ever seen the episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” where Cordelia wishes (to a vengeance demon) that Buffy had never come to Sunnydale and it creates a whole alternate life for everyone in Sunnydale, it’s a similar idea. Or consider “Freaky Friday,” but with strippers! Ha! The story is very detailed and the timelines created during the alternate universes all seemed to align properly. I liked the extra story arcs with Tensley’s mom and her friend, Kate. I wish there had been more sexy time between Tensley and Max (maybe in an epilogue) – they had great chemistry during the bits of sexy candy that was included.
4 out of 5 stars
EXCERPT:
From the 2015 RITA
nominated Be Careful What You Kiss For:
One by one, her arms snaked along the stage, her ass in the air and hair falling around
her shoulders as her nipples brushed the floor, sending waves of an I-can’t-believe-I’m-
doing-this thrill through her. The man in the striped shirt gripped his drink and leaned
forward. Tensley made straight for him, the tip of her tongue working a lazy, seductive
journey around her mouth.
His face lit up in anticipation, which turned to raw desire as she reached the end of the
stage and rose on her knees to stroke herself while watching him through her lashes.
Then she beckoned him toward her with one crimson-tipped index finger. He stood as if
in a trance, not seeming to notice as he tripped over a chair. He just kept
going.
Come to Mama. This was so not Tensley Tanner-Starbrook. But who had to
know that? No one.
For a few minutes of her life, she could be someone else. Have a little fun. Ride on up to
the orgasm bar and mix her own, instead of hoping someone like Bryan, who got points
for congeniality, but couldn’t rock her world if his cock was twice its size…would do it for
her.
Head back, she thrust both arms in the air and her crotch toward the mesmerized man.
Hell, yes. Shewas Delightful, thank you very
much.
His hand snaked forward.
The voice of another man sliced through it all to jolt her brain, if not the body
performing independent of her brain, to a screeching halt. “Back up, buddy,” he said,
loud enough to be heard over the music. “No touching her.”
With a gulp, her arms still triumphantly in the air, she shifted an uncertain gaze to the
chair, cloaked in shadows, where that voice had come from.
It couldn’t be.
Razor-sharp memories pushed forward in her mind. The warm white bath of moonlight.
A summer breeze washing over their damp, naked teenage bodies. The smell of newly
mown fields. The lump in her throat before she worked up the courage to whisper, “I
love you.”
Nooooo. She had to stop dancing. Had to end the dizzying swirl of confusion
that had caused her to think—
Shadow man got to his feet and her eyes shot straight to his tall, dark silhouette. His
fingers flashed into the light as he lifted a drink to her. “Lookin’
good.”
Max.
With every bit of physical strength she could find, Tensley grabbed the finger still
motioning the man in the striped shirt forward. She pulled both hands down and to her
sides. Her tongue tried to poke forward to lick her lips again, so she sank her teeth into
it, hard, and let out a screech. She tasted blood.
Her body wasn’t giving up that easily, though. Before she knew it, she was back on her
feet, gyrating and grinding, moving as though her two hands weren’t engaged in a
go–stop–go battle. Every time her hip shot to one side, she stomped her foot, in the vain
hope that would stop it. Something halfway between a purr and a growl came out of her
mouth as she concentrated on jamming both hands on her waist. And keeping them
there.
Again with the hip thrusting. Again with the stomping.
The striped-shirt man backed up, his expression baffled. Possibly because he’d never
seen a step-dance striptease before.
Her hips continued on and then her leg joined in, kicking high as the music hit a
crescendo, undeterred by the fight she was having with herself. It wasn’t until she ended
up doing a vertical split of sorts, legs on the pole, fists still glued to her waist, that the
music finally stopped and she regained control of her body.
Tensley eased her extended leg down and off the pole, inch by inch, and stood in the
middle of the stage. After a minute or two of stunned silence, the crowd responded with
polite applause and a few cat calls.
If he’s here, really here, I don’t want to know. I don’t. The man in the
striped shirt approached to drop a twenty on the stage. Tensley peered past him into the
darkness, trying to get a better look at the man she didn’t want to
see.
The audience seemed to be waiting for her to do something. Tensley put one foot behind
the other and bobbed a curtsy straight out of Miss Jodi’s tap dance class. Miss Jodi had
always said a lady should never leave a performance without a
curtsy.
She wondered, though, if Miss Jodi had meant every kind of
performance.
Footsteps again clattered across the stage and the woman who had threatened to evict
her earlier grabbed the mike to demand, “Now, are y’all ready for Terrible Tawny, the
Tahitian Temptress?”
The audience sounded its approval and the woman spread her arms wide, the sleeves of
her sparkling costume nearly knocking Tensley off the stage. She stumbled backward,
but caught herself. New music blared and Terrible Tawny began to move her hips from
side to side in time to the beat. Then she backed up, one long-limbed step at a time, until
she reached the spot where Tensley stood.
Another sharp gyration and Tawny pulled off part of her costume with a flourish. When
it landed on Tensley’s head, the crowd responded with hoots. Tensley reached up,
yanked it to the floor and then tucked her hands under her arms, pulling them in tight
as she shuffled backward out of the spotlight.Get me out of this
place.
She hesitated at the top of the stairs, struggling to get her bearings. She had to call the
police. Report this. And say—what? All she could remember was the flash above
Madame Claire’s head. And the words she’d said. A do-over. The psychic
had said it was possible.
What if the idea for revenge that Tensley had tossed off had actually happened? If she’d
punched Rhonda Reardon. What if—this strip joint was now her
life?
A wave of nausea turned her knees to Jell-O. She grabbed the metal handrail for support
as she half-teetered, half-fell down the few stairs, then sat at the bottom and closed her
eyes.
It couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true. She’d click her heels together three times,
like Dorothy, and…
Then she heard his voice, inches away, rocketing straight through the music. “Been a
long time.”
Her stomach did a double backflip. She remained perfectly
still.
Warm breath ruffled the hair over her ear, caressing her skin. “I want a private
dance.”
Tensley opened her eyes and turned to the one man she’d never been able to get out of
her system, even though he’d shattered her heart so badly, it had never properly healed.
Virtual gymnasts began spinning, twirling, leaping, falling off a balance beam in her
stomach, until she had to press a fist tight to her middle to make them
stop.
“Max.”
PURCHASE LINKS
BE
CAREFUL WHAT YOU KISS FOR
K*ss Happens (Love
Rewritten, Book 2)
Emma Zane has one
magical chance to erase the past and
reclaim her soulmate lover and her dreams of a successful songwriting career,
but as the song says, it ain’t gonna be easy.
KISS HAPPENS
What if you could have one “do-over” in life? Emma Zane, who lost her lover and soulmate, Chase Chapman, and her passion for songwriting when she couldn’t find the courage to go to Nashville, is about to find out.
What if you could have one “do-over” in life? Emma Zane, who lost her lover and soulmate, Chase Chapman, and her passion for songwriting when she couldn’t find the courage to go to Nashville, is about to find out.
But a do-over, even a
magic one, isn’t that easy. Emma’s
abruptly thrust into a new life as an award-winning songwriter, only to find
out she’s double-crossed Chase, stomped on others with her custom-made boots,
and is engaged to a rising country star who has Emma locked into an ironclad
contract. Now the woman who once pushed aside her dreams and the man she loves
have to navigate a new world to reclaim both—without racking up more regrets
than the one she started with. As the song says, it ain’t gonna be
easy.
My Review
Jane Lynne Daniels’s “K*ss Happens” is the second book in the Love Rewritten series. This book is even better than the first book! It had more sexy time than #1. Madame Claire is more prevalent in this one and I love the mental image of her that's created. I like Emma's story and her do-over. There were some times when I really couldn't see how things were going to work out - which is good - I hate a totally predictable ending.
5 out of 5 stars
Starts With a
Kiss
(Love Rewritten, Book 3)
With the help of a
seemingly innocent spell, Anya Ramsay is
about to completely change the direction of her life—and it’ll be a wilder ride
than she ever expected.
STARTING OVER
Everything will finally be better. In college Anya Ramsay made the worst mistake of her life, but a gypsy spell now offers the chance to have done everything different. To have done everything right. The college car accident that disfigured her face and paralyzed basketball star Ryder Brandt, the man she’s always loved? It’ll have never happened. But nothing is ever so easy, just as some things—like Ryder’s kiss—can never be forgotten. To rectify all, Anya has to come to terms with who she is and what she’s done. Rewriting this mistake will be a ride wilder than the original, but at the end of the trip is a happy ending—and a life with the perfect man for her past, present and future.
Everything will finally be better. In college Anya Ramsay made the worst mistake of her life, but a gypsy spell now offers the chance to have done everything different. To have done everything right. The college car accident that disfigured her face and paralyzed basketball star Ryder Brandt, the man she’s always loved? It’ll have never happened. But nothing is ever so easy, just as some things—like Ryder’s kiss—can never be forgotten. To rectify all, Anya has to come to terms with who she is and what she’s done. Rewriting this mistake will be a ride wilder than the original, but at the end of the trip is a happy ending—and a life with the perfect man for her past, present and future.
My Review
Jane Lynne Daniels’s “Starts with a Kiss” is the third book in the Love Rewritten series. The chemistry is tangible between Anya and Ryder. I love the "Catfish" element as well. Madame Clair is rocking it again in this one. This one is a sweet one. I think there will be another one - sign me up to read #4 - I want to see what Madame Claire's next crazy do-over will be!
4.5 out of 5 stars
STARTS WITH A KISS
ABOUT JANE LYNNE
DANIELS:
Jane Lynne Daniels grew
up a city girl, only to meet the
love of her life at the annual Volunteer Fireman’s Ball in tiny Grass Valley,
Oregon. She and her husband and dogs recently moved from the Pacific Northwest
to Ohio, where they miss the rain and ocean, but love the change in seasons.
Jane is doing her best to adopt a Midwest accent, but since people look at her
funny when she tries, it probably isn’t working.
MEDIA
LINKS:
Website: www.janelynnedaniels.com
Thanks so much for hosting the Love Rewritten series today, Danielle!
ReplyDeleteHow cool! I can hardly wait to read them.
ReplyDeleteBest, Emily
Both books sound intriguing. A do over? What would I do and where would I end up...hmmmmm better not go there! I like the premise and the chemistry jumps off the page. Can't wait to read them.
ReplyDeleteYour books are awesome, Jane! Best of luck!
ReplyDelete~Adele
Wonderful excerpt!
ReplyDeleteLove the covers!
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