The Line Below by Ali Dean ~ Release Blitz w/ Review

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THE LINE BELOW by Ali Dean is live! Check out the excerpt below and don’t forget to one-click your copy!

THE LINE BELOW

New Adult Contemporary Romance

From #1 Amazon Sports Fiction bestseller comes a standalone new adult romance about a collegiate swimmer who falls for an Olympic track star.

Water. The place where I feel at peace.

Free from the expectations. Away from the judgement. Weightless from the obligations.

When I slip under the cool surface, I’m no longer sinking from the demands of family, school and the choices that I must make. Chase my dream of the Olympics or follow the expected career path? What will it be?

I’m not usually one to rock the boat – that’s my twin sister’s role. I find myself in uncharted territory when I meet Jett Decker on my twenty-first birthday. It’s not like me to get swept off my feet, but when I do, it creates waves with those closest to us.

Chemistry ignites, jealousy spikes and tension builds the more we’re together. Sometimes in real life the lines between what is wanted and what must be done get blurred. Not everything is crystal clear, like the line below.

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Review

Panty Scorching-1
Storyline-3/3.5
Angst-1
Tissues-0
Overall Rating-3/3.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Stephanie

Shay feels most like herself when she is in the water. Swimming is her one true passion and in it she finds her solace. When she is in the pool she doesn’t have to worry about the expectations her mother places on her or living up to her popular twin sister Kick’s reputation or least of all her I’m not ready for a relationship pseudo boyfriend Julian. In the pool it’s just her, and the line below.

“My ability to succeed in the pool has always been within my control, and mine alone.”

Since Shay eats, breaths and sleeps swimming, you can barely find her anywhere else besides the pool and class. So when her sister and their roommate talk her out of spending another night in pajamas and Netflix binging to go clubbing she almost regrets the decision until she is on the dance floor. Suddenly she’s dancing with the hottest guy she has ever seen. The guy just turns out to be Olympic silver medalist Jett Decker.

“That was off the charts. Magnetic. Sparks-flying kind of hotness right there.”

Jett is one of the most wanted guys on campus and is used to getting what he wants and what he wants is Shay. From the first moment he saw her sparks were flying and he can’t get the sweet and gorgeous swimmer off his mind. So he wants all in when it comes to Shay and he isn’t afraid to let her know. These two fall into a pretty serious relationship quickly, almost too quickly for my taste. I really liked how they supported each other and through that their relationship grew.

This was my first read by Ali Dean and it took me a little while to get through the first half of the book because I honestly just had a hard time connecting to the characters and parts of the book were just all over the place. That’s always a struggle for me because then I end up losing interest. I am glad I finished the book and got to see how Shay and Jett’s story wrapped up.

stephanie

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Excerpt

My hips are swaying sensually to the rhythm of the beat as Kick and Beatrice are both doing the vertical dry hump thing with different guys. I’m debating whether to wait for Julian or call it a night when I catch sight of what can only be described as an athlete’s body walking decisively in my direction. My eyes meet the chocolate brown of his as he draws closer. Even though I think he’s staring right at me, I fight the urge to look around to check if it’s me he’s coming for, or someone else.

That’s the only way to explain how this guy is walking – like he’s coming for me with a specific purpose in mind. I don’t even consider doing my usual head-duck-and-slip-away move like I normally would in this situation. But this situation isn’t normal, because by the time he reaches me, I’m barely breathing anticipating his next move.

He stops inches away, and I can’t raise my eyes to meet his. They’re stuck on his broad shoulders and muscled arms, then sliding down to his trim waist, and jeans that barely hide the firm muscles underneath. A strobe light passing by reveals caramel skin. He’s solid and strong without having that overly-muscled look. My lips curve up slightly as I wonder what he’d look like in a Speedo. I’d know if he was a swimmer though, because it’d be him I’d have been crushing on for years, not Julian Reed.

Wait. What? Whoa.

When my eyes finally meet his, there’s a smirk on his lips. I don’t even realize my body’s been moving this whole time to the beat of the music until he places his hands firmly on my hips and matches my movements. His hands feel like they’re searing my skin.

And for the first time, I totally get the urge to press my body against a complete stranger. Actually, it’s not even an urge, it’s a magnetic force because without even deciding whether it’s a good idea, I’ve moved closer until we’re chest to chest, my hips pressed up to his thighs, my arms around his neck.

I don’t do intimate like this with a guy who’s done nothing but smirk at me. But God, it feels so good. His hands slip lower, resting low enough to be inappropriate. All of this is inappropriate. I let my head drop back and close my eyes, tossing away the responsible voice in my head and letting myself just go with it. Ride this wave of… whatever the hell it is. Indulgence? Definitely. The word “free” flushes through me as my hips slide with his body, but it’s not quite that. If only because I know it’s temporary. It doesn’t even seem real.

He hitches up the leg between mine until my toes barely touch the ground. I’m writhing on him, the friction of his jeans rubbing me as we slide in a sensual rhythm. We’re in sync with one another, our movements smooth and fluid, and my body sinks deeper into his, the sensations overwhelming me.

The music’s too loud to hear anything, not even my own breathing. But my heart is beating with such force that I feel it in my toes. I want this to keep going, but as the beat shifts to a new tune, I sense my dancing partner pulling away and I let myself slide to the ground. He holds my elbows, keeping me steady until I’m balanced and standing on my own two feet.

We hold each other’s gaze for a few beats until he flashes that same smile that started all this. He leans down, and I think he’s about to kiss me but his hand grazes the top of my dress, and I feel his finger drop inside. He’s placed a piece of paper between my breasts. Okay, that was not what I was expecting.

“That’s my number.” His lips brush my ear as he says it, making sure I hear him over the music. “You should call me. I’m free tomorrow night.”
I’m practically panting, but he turns and walks away. My eyes follow the path of his departure, lingering on his butt, branding it to memory, as my legs struggle to keep me upright. I feel bereft from his absence, and he was only with me for one song. His presence succeeded in turning me boneless, melting into a puddle on the dance floor, while I wonder, what the hell just happened?

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About the Author

Ali is a #1 Amazon sports fiction bestseller. She hails from Vermont and now live in Colorado with her husband, boy-girl twins, and golden retriever Pancake. Ali has always loved to read, but found that there weren’t enough fiction books out there featuring girl athletes. So, she decided to work on that. Like the heroines in her books, Ali is an athlete, with running and skiing her favorite sports these days. When she’s not pursuing an outdoor adventure, Ali’s less healthy passions include ice cream, coffee, and beer.

www.alideanfiction.com

 

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