SWELTER by Nina G. Jones ~ Blog Tour w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

Title: Swelter
Author: Nina G. Jones
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2015

Synopsis

I married the right brother.

At least that’s what I tell myself at night, when I stare at the ceiling and listen to the rhythm of the grandfather clock down the hall. It never feels like the mere passage of time, but a countdown towards something inevitable.

Bobby Lightly is selfish, irresponsible, and careless. I haven’t seen him since the day I married his brother. He slipped out during the wedding reception without a word.

A year later, I heard Bobby was drafted to Korea. He never said goodbye to anyone. Never sent a letter. We had all come to terms with the fact that he was probably dead somewhere, either a victim of the war or its aftermath.

That is, until in the midst of an unrelenting heatwave, he showed up at the doorstep of the house I lived in with his brother.

Everyone thinks I’m cruel. Everyone thinks I should be easy on him. They think I don’t understand him. They all think I hate him.

But what no one understands is that it was Bobby who broke my heart.

And I think he’s back to do it again.

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Review

Panty Scorching- 5

Storyline-5

Angst- 5

Tissues-5

Value-5

Overall Rating- 5

Received an ARC for review

Oh my GOD… I am an emotional wreck right now.

What a beautiful, well written love story.

I don’t even know what to say about this story without giving anything away.

I have used this term a few time in my reviews, but this one is truly a “roller coaster ride”.

When I first started reading the story, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I could tell that I was taken back into time. You read of a husband and a wife living in a home with no air conditioning. You learn that the husband, Rory, has a brother that they thought died in the war. The brother, Bobby, left college and got drafted into the military, so you know it was back in the day. Then you find out that Bobby didn’t die, and that is when the turmoil all starts.

Lilly, the wife of Rory goes back into her memories and you learn what happened on her wedding day.

I was upset at first at what was happening, but then you feel that there was true love. Then there was tragedy and then your heart breaks.

It has been a while since I have read a story that has really taken me away. This one truly did that. I was swept away into the love story and I needed to know what happens next.

This was truly an escape from what we read lately and I loved every minute of it.

joanna

Excerpt

I snickered to myself. “He never had a chance. Rory never had a chance.” I shook my head in pity for the man I had grown to begrudge. “From the first day of our marriage, he couldn’t win because he wasn’t you.” I spun around, looking to the black forest for a way out, an exit from my tragic dilemma. “I don’t know how to fix this. He’ll never be you. It’s not his fault or our fault. It just is. And for years I resented him for that. I loved you. I loved hating you. I loved loving you. And when you left, I blamed him. It’s not fair. None of it is fair. For him. For us.” My shouts vanished into the dark night. Just like all my efforts, they meant nothing. “We tried so hard to do the right thing. We sacrificed us for him. And I think it just made things worse. Look at him.”

“Stop,” Bobby said firmly.

“I was so cold to him. I pushed him away so much. I created that man you see today. Do you think that was the right thing?”

“Stop,” Bobby repeated.

My emotions erupted out of me, explosive from years of being crammed into a secret space. Years of secrets I couldn’t tell. Of unrequited love. Of a life unfulfilled. Of dreams demolished. I pounded my fist to my chest. “It hurts. It physically hurts to see you every day. You are the first person I think about when I wake up. When I thought you died, I died. Rory was with a corpse.”

Bobby stepped closer to me. “Stop it, Lil.”

“And you keeping being you and I am trying so hard not to love you.” I didn’t care anymore about pretending. The threads were ripped and I felt as raw as the festering wound I had dealt with for the past seven years.

“And then you take me dancing and you tell me how you wrote me letters that you never sent and you bring me here. You make it impossible not to love you, dammit.” I thrust a finger in his direction and scowled. “And I hate you for that.”