7/13/15

REVIEW + EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY: REVIVED BY SAMANTHA TOWLE!!

Title: Revived
Author: Samantha Towle
Release Date: AVAILABLE NOW!!

SYNOPSIS:
India Harris didn’t have the best start in life. Abandoned as a baby, she and her twin brother, Kit, spent their lives in foster care, only having each other to rely on. Then, at a young age, a relationship with the wrong man left India pregnant. Wanting to give her son the life she never had, she put herself through school and graduated with honors.
Now, at the age of thirty, she’s a highly respected therapist.
At the top of his game as a Formula One driver, Leandro Silva had everything—until an accident on the track left him staring death in the face. After enduring twelve months of physical therapy, Leandro is now physically able to race, but his mind is keeping him from the track. Frustrated and angry, Leandro’s days and nights are filled with limitless alcohol and faceless women.
Entering the last year of his contract, he knows he has to race again, or he’ll lose everything he spent his life working for. Forced into therapy to get his life back, Leandro finds himself in the office of Dr. India Harris.
Falling for his uptight therapist is not part of Leandro’s plan.
Having unethical feelings for her patient, the angry Brazilian race car driver, is not part of India’s plan.
But what if the wrong person is the only person who is right?
PURCHASE HERE:
 Sometimes I'm in the mood to read an emotionally heavy, compelling love story that speaks to me in some profound way. Other times, I'm just looking for some sexy, indulgent entertainment. For me, Revived was the latter. While I have to admit that this story didn't consume me in the same way Revved did, Revived was undeniably a sexy, flirty, angsty follow-up and Leandro Silva is a deliciously hot leading man I'll be adding to my ever growing list of book boyfriends courtesy of Samantha Towle.

Carrick and Andressa's story (Revved) was a tough act to follow. It's possible that I just loved them SO much, they set the bar so high, that whoever came next just couldn't compete. Carrick Ryan is the champion in this series, but Leandro Silva can still hold his own on the track and in the bleeding hearts of romance readers. The broken Brazilian is magnetic, despite his propensity for alcohol and women. It's his brokenness that pulled me in, his strength that made me love him more. Leandro and India's tumultuous, forbidden romance is full of twists and turns, push and pull, right and wrong, and when I accepted that they wouldn't, couldn't be another Carrick and Andi, I could love them for what they were.

Revived is told in alternating first person points of view from the perspectives of Leandro Silva, a Formula One race car driver struggling with the emotional aftermath of a violent crash, and India Harris, a single mother and the therapist working with Silva to get him through his anxiety and back on the track. I'll admit that when I started the book, I didn't connect with India right away. I misjudged her and an entire situation and I eventually came away feeling really guilty about that. My initial thoughts were that India seemed to have a propensity for inappropriate relationships. I grouped her relationship with her son's father (I won't go into detail, just read it) together with the wholly unethical attraction she felt for Leandro, her patient, and drew the conclusion that she was consistently drawn to men she had no business being romantically involved in. But over the course of the story, Towle uses both situations to demonstrate how one of those situations was just wrong, while the other is somehow right in it's wrongness. There's a difference between being a victim and being a victim to bad timing and unfortunate circumstances and Samantha Towle definitely showed me the error of my judgement in this story.

Revived dips it's toe in many different ponds... (is that the saying? Whatever, just go with it.) Revived is romantic and extremely hot and erotic, it's angsty with tons of drama thrown in, it's suspenseful with an element of crime, it's a story about family bonds and friendships and love. There's a lot thrown at this couple... the typical drama that comes along with dating a celebrity, the women, the gossip rags, the time spent away from each other, the stress. There's the added issue of India being Leandro's therapist and a relationship between her and her patient is strictly forbidden. The reluctance and refusal to succumb to that attraction, made for some serious sexual tension. India being a single mother, the child's father adding another facet to this story that could tear everything apart. There's a lot going on here and I'll admit, some of the drama felt a bit over the top for my taste. But even though I found some of the antics unnecessary and outlandish, Towle did weave it together in a way that made it work.

I enjoyed this book. It's probably unfair of me to keep comparing it to the book that came first, Revved, but that book set the bar unfairly high and it's just hard not to hope to feel the same way again and again with subsequent stories after loving that first book so much. Revived is hotter than I expected it to be, definitely unpredictable and refreshing. It may have felt a little rushed in a way, the connection between India and Leandro feeling more like insta-love than I would have liked. But at the end of the day, it's an enjoyable, fast-paced page turner that kept me guessing as to how this could end well. It's uncertain and I appreciated that. This story is a beautiful one of beating the odds, of losing everything in order to find something even better, of hope and healing, of navigating the difficult track that is life and coming away a winner.

Jessica's Rating:

My eyes move to the magazines on the table. A sports mag is peeking out from under the fashion mags. Leaning forward, I pull it out, instantly wishing I hadn’t.
On the cover of the magazine is a picture of me with the caption, What the Bad Side of Formula 1 Looks Like.
Nice.
So, now, I’m the bad side of Formula 1. Good to know.
I already know what the media say about me. How I’ve turned from a great racer into a drunk and a whore.
They’re not wrong on the whore part. Well, whore is a bit harsh. I don’t charge for my services. And I wouldn’t say I’m a drunk. I just like to drink—a lot.
I shouldn’t read the article. I know this, but the sadistic part of me has me turning those pages.
Finding the article, eyes scanning the text, I pick out the usual shit.
Why is Silva no longer racing? Physically, he’s healthy. Is it mental problems? Fear over racing because of his accident? Is that why he drinks—drowning his misery in alcohol? Such a shame to see a once great driver fall from grace so dramatically.
Frustration and rage grip my chest like a vise.
Fuck this. I don’t need this shit.
Even though I can’t race, it’s not like I actually need to.
I don’t need to race. I just need to drink and fuck. That’s all I need now. All I will ever need.
Liar.
I’m a liar and a chickenshit. And that’s why I’m sitting in the waiting room to see a therapist.
Maybe I am beyond help.
Tossing the magazine back onto the table, I get to my feet, ready to leave this place, just as the door opens, revealing the epitome of what I could really do with screwing right now.
My eyes trail up the tanned, toned legs to the fitted pencil skirt that I would happily hitch up to see the magnificent pussy that I bet lies beneath. A pale-pink blouse is tucked into that skirt, covering what looks like a fantastically sized pair of tits. Silky blonde hair sits on her shoulders. Hair that I would enjoy getting my hands all tangled in while I fuck those bright red lips of hers, enjoying seeing that lipstick smeared all over my cock.
My dick pulses in my jeans, more than ready to proposition her with the offer.
“Mr. Silva.” She steps forward. “I’m Dr. Harris. But please call me India.”
She’s Dr. Harris?
This hitch-your-skirt-up-and-let-me-fuck-you-right-now woman is my new therapist.
Well, that’s just fucking great. It’s not like I can bang my therapist.
I put my cock on hold and give her my best smile, the one that always has panties dropping to the floor, as I say, “And you can call me Leandro.”

New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.

She has written contemporary romances, THE MIGHTY STORM, WETHERING THE STORM, TAMING THE STORM and TROUBLE.

She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.



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