The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . THE TEMPEST . . . I paid no attention to the blurb, the author, the anything. I was looking for a read to enjoy and the cover caught my attention. Shame on me. I should have had more to go on, but that was a good thing. I was expecting nothing, but a read that would engage me. This one had me from the first page. I read it all the way to the end in the first sitting. There was no over the top grand gestures or anything of that sort. I just wanted to escape. I did.
Felicity was her own person. She had a personality that gave me more of what I would like to be at times and then not. She was funny. The majority of the read was of Felicity’s so I found it easier to connect to her and through her with Lenic. There were things that you had to read and kinda read between the lines. Felicity had a mind of her own. She could think and say the darnedest things, a woman with no filter, but honest. I really liked her. She had her moment when what she did or didn’t do put us at an odd moment, but she was the one. She knew more and felt more. She was what he needed.
Lenic was a girl’s dream and another nightmare. He could be that gentleman, the bad boy, the beast, the lover, the caregiver, the protector, and so much more. All this and you could still fell the anguish he went through. You could feel the pain, sorrow, and sadness. The anger was like a stain on him. He was unlike a good portion of our heroes in books now. He owned his problems. They were like points to learn from and learn fast.
This read was on that held a wealth of communication between Lenic and Felicity in various ways. It was not all sexual, chemistry, and passion. The did true talking, questioning, communicating. I loved that. I would most certainly read another read from Brit Constantine.
They call him “The Tempest.”
England’s most feared heavyweight-boxing champion.
He despises the fame and glory, but it’s nothing compared to the hate he inflicts on himself. All he wants is to be left alone to live on his boat in misery.
When I line up for his autograph, it’s instant fireworks. But not the beautiful stars-shine-bright kind. He’s rude. Heartless. A ticking time bomb of rage.
Luckily, I’m not afraid to put a lit match to his fuse.
I upload a private video of him to my one-million-subscribers channel. The video goes viral.
The ex-Royal Marine nearly breaks down my studio door to flag me inappropriate…
…while I’m in the middle of a live streaming event.
I don’t tell him. I don’t switch off the camera. I keep recording, secretly playing to my audience. He should have checked if the camera was rolling, right?
It should be a shipwreck from the moment the storm hits.
And then … it isn’t.
Our attraction is painful, undeniable, and it’s like I am Eve and his lips are the apple, and damn if his tongue isn’t the snake.
I am the only girl who can put this broken man back together again.
But he knows the secret he is keeping will tear us apart. He knows it’ll force my hand to break ties with the only family I have left in the world.
But once The Tempest, the man with the iron heart, falls in love … he’ll crush anyone who dares to take me away from him.
I have no choice but to go down with his ship.
Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.
—The Tempest is a contemporary romance story of love, comedy and treachery.
No cheating. No OW/OM. Standalone. HEA. 18+
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Filthy British contemporary-romance author. I live only for big ships, packed to the brim with hot seamen. ;)