Monday, June 22, 2015

Tin Man's Dance Review Blitz!

The one time Lilly Franklin decides to reward herself with tickets to her favorite indie artist’s concert, there is a seat mix-up. Not to mention the tall, cocky boy who claims her front-row seat is all wicked smiles, long legs and tug-worthy hair. Lilly quickly decides this boy is messing with the wrong girl. But as the night wears on, Lily starts to see a softer side of former marine, James “Hutch” Hutchinson. A side that makes her shed her loner inhibitions along with her clothes.

There is a difference between trouble and troubled, but Hutch is both. 

Hutch lost more than a leg in the Iraqi dessert. Returning to school on the GI Bill wasn’t exactly in the plans…but plans change. Now he only wants to meet the dancer he saw at the recitals his roommate dragged him to, but he’s forgotten how to talk to women, especially a woman as graceful as Lilly. So armed with a plan that even a twelve-years-old would laugh at, James steals Lilly’s seat. 

Only fair since she stole his heart first. 

But Lilly has plans, too. As if Hutch’s life wasn’t already a sh*t storm of sacrifice. Now, he has to give up the one thing he can’t get enough of. 

“There’s a field not far from here. We could have a picnic. You should see the flowers that bloom there.” I bit my lip because he would see them next year. I wouldn’t. I kept going, my breaths materializing physically in the cool air. “There are roses and hydrangeas and…”
 “Lilies? Are there lilies?”
 “Stargazer lilies. Do you know what those are?”
 He shook his head.
 “They look like pink stars bursting open. They’re lovely.”
 “Are they tall?”
 I tilted my head back, eyeing him curiously. “Not really. Why do you ask?”
“Cause I want to know if we can f*ck in that field without being found out.”
I spun around, facing him. He feigned an innocent look while I stabbed my finger against his chest. “I can’t believe you transformed my beautiful fantasy into soft-core porn.”
James leaned his forehead against mine, his mischievous smirk causing my panties to dampen. “There is nothing soft-core about me. Besides, your fantasy was making me grow a vagina.”
 I stared at him for a second before breaking out into a full-on laugh attack. I think we laughed hard enough to wake the sun back up.
His hand shifted to my lower back. He bent his mouth close to my ear. “I don’t know a damn thing about flowers, but I can tell you without a doubt there is no lovelier Lilly than the one I’m holding.”
 Okay…so that just happened.

 “Same diff. But I agree, it would be foolish of us.” Even as he said it, he was inching closer, closing the gap I’d made between us.
 I took a step back. “Behave.”
“Kiss me good-night, lover. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue.”
 Note to self: boys who took English lit could melt a girl’s panties right off. 

I really loved this anthology to pieces! Each story was a unique add making hit harder and harder to put down. Tin Man's Dance is one of those stories that is sensual, sexual, and swoon worthy. For being a novella, it definitely packs a punch and Ms. Schiller wastes no time sucking in the reader. James is such a loveable character. His modesty and honesty with Lilly won me over from the start. Lilly's attraction to James is explosive and I loved how accepting she is of him. Full of passion and excitement, Tin Man's Dance is a highly recommended read from Falling Hard. 

I am a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. I have a full time life and two busy teenagers, but in the dark of night, I sit by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!
I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
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