Title: Put Out
Series: Kilgore Fire Series #5
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: January 26, 2017
Model: Matthew Hosea http://bit.ly/2fMEkqu
Photographer: Golden at FuriousFotog http://bit.ly/2fMERZI
Angie is a survivor. Anything you could throw at her, she could overcome.
After her father left her like a pile of unwanted trash, she began fighting. Fighting to build a life. Fighting to keep her child. Fighting to matter.
She thought she had it all figured out.
Then Bowen Race Tannenbaum walks into her life, turning it into a flurry of confusion, hope, and then ultimately despair. He tore down, brick-by-brick, her carefully constructed world, leaving her heart in tatters and longing for more. Such as a happily ever after, something that wasn’t ever going to happen for her. Not when she couldn’t give him what he wanted. He’d break her, and she couldn’t be put back together a second time.
Bowe wasn’t always so jaded, but when you keep drawing a losing hand, it tends to affect a man. He didn’t mean to lash out so carelessly. But he was so over being told no. He was done being lied to. He was through with being cheated on.
This time, his heart was getting what it wanted. If Angie wasn’t able to see what he was offering, what was right here in front of her, well then, he’d just have to damn well show her.
One aspect of Lani Lynn Vale’s stories that I love is her portrayal of realistically flawed heroes and heroines. Her characters struggle with issues that readers can empathize with and connect to in a way that helps them see they’re not only in the shitty things that can happen in life. And, regardless of how frustrated we get with how her characters behave and the stupid decisions they make, we can’t help but understand the reasons behind those actions…the reasons behind the walls and attitudes they’ve taken due to a litany of broken promises and heartbreak.
Angie Soco completely exasperated me at times because of her unwillingness to truly see who Bowe is and allow herself to take a chance with him even if it doesn’t work out. But as much as I wanted to knock some sense into her, her hesitancy is justified because the males in her past and current life, with the exception of her brother, have made her feel time and time again that she’s not good enough…that she’s not worth their time or their full commitment and those negative ideas have messed with her psyche and forced her to not put herself in the position to be taken for granted again.
Bowe Tannenbaum’s doesn’t have much luck in love either; it seems every woman he pursues turns out to be everything but what he wants and needs in a partner, and he also can’t help compare those women to the one he truly wants – Angie.
If there’s one thing that’s made clear throughout Put Out, it’s that Bowe is one hell of a persistent guy, and when he wants something…when he truly believes that what he could have with someone is worth all of the frustrations and roadblocks he encounters, there’s no stopping him from claiming what he wants, and Angie soon realizes that Bowe wants her for her and would willingly do anything to protect and love her as well as those who matter to her.
Lani Lynn Vale consistently writes intriguing and complex books about characters who have everyday struggles just like everyone else and then she crafts those stories in a way that not only appeals to readers but also resonates with them due to the trials that Vale’s characters face. Then, when she adds a bit of drama and suspense as well as some steamy scenes to illustrate the hero and heroine’s feelings for each other, readers can’t help but get pulled into the story and anxiously anticipate the complications that will arise and the steps the main characters will take to ensure their happily ever after.
4 Poison Apples
“As always an amazing story from Lani Lynn Vale. Her writing always draws me in so that I am fully immersed into her stories.”
– 5 Star Review from KinkyGirlsBookObsessions
“It kept me on my toes and had some hot and steamy scenes in too. Loved it!”
I headed toward the yelling. The closer I got, the louder it became.
At first I wasn’t sure what it was. Then the closer I got, the more I realized that it was someone cheering. Some sort of competition from the sound of it.
The moment I rounded the corner of the firehouse, I could see what everyone was cheering and yelling about.
The firehouse stood on a large hill or sorts, and the moment I cleared the building, I could see down into the valley below the hill, not far, but far enough that I could see over the men’s heads, straight for the obstacle course below.
Bowe had already started his testing.
Feeling like shit that I’d left him with Elise too long, and he’d had to bring her with him, I automatically started scanning for her, and found her with PD.
Once I saw that she was happy, I moved my gaze back to the course, and was amazed by how fast Bowe was moving.
A man was also running with him, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was Booth.
Booth, I’d heard, held the best time on the course.
And it looked like Bowe was holding his own.
He wasn’t winning, no, but for him being off for so long, I thought he was doing pretty damn good.
Then instead of taking the last flight of stairs with his patient, he jumped over the side, cradling the dummy.
It, of course, wouldn’t work in real life.
Not with someone that was sick or in need of life saving measures.
But it worked for now.
Laughing out loud, I yelled.
“Go, Bowe! Go!” I screamed, cupping my hands around my mouth to project the sound further.
He didn’t hear me over the crowd, but my daughter did.
She turned her head, and immediately started to clap her hands as she realized it was me.
Grinning from ear to ear, I walked towards her, glancing over her shoulder at Bowe as I moved.
I weaved through the throng of men, some firefighters
Bowe had just crossed the finish line, Booth very close at his heels, when I reached Elise.
“Hey there, baby,” I cooed.
She giggled, but didn’t hold her hands out for me, so I chose to let PD hold her for a few more seconds as I turned to the field.
That’s when I saw Bowe.
Laughing his ass off while he shook Booth’s hand, who, conveniently, was also shirtless.
Both men were wiping sweat out of their faces with their shirts, talking about what I’d guess was the course they’d just run, when Bowe’s eyes lifted and found mine.
I waved, and he grinned, full out.
His beard and sweat slickened hair made him look rough and delicious, and I wanted to freakin’ throw myself at him.
I had a little bit of decorum, though, and managed to give him a small peck on the cheek the moment he arrived at my side.
“When did you get here?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
I started to lean back when he started to lean forward, and his eyes started to dance as he moved with me.
“About two minutes ago,” I giggled when he captured me around the waist and hauled me against him.
“My wife doesn’t kiss me like that when I’m sweaty,” a man from my side whined.
Yes, a grown man with six foot two inches of solid muscle, whined.
I gave him a look, which clearly, he read, causing him to grin.
“The name’s Luke.” He offered me his hand. “And I’m the SWAT team leader.”
I shook his offered hand and dropped it after two pumps, trying in vain to disentangle my body from Bowe’s.
“The problem, old man, is that you give her a choice,” another, a redhead this time, called from somewhere behind me.
“Miller,” someone said. “Mercy would kick your ass if she thought you were not letting her have her way.”