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Saturday, March 10, 2018

InkSlinger PR Presents: Fireball by Nazarea Andrews; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow,#Review, #99Pennies, #LimitedTime

 Fireball is an adult contemporary romance, standalone novel, and it kicks off the brand new River Street Bar series. You can get it for 99 cents for a very limited time.

by Nazarea Andrews
River Street Bar series, #1
A Standalone Contemporary Romance
Rating:  4 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from InkSlinger PR and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".


He’s infuriating…
Dempsey Jones has been a nuisance my entire life, the straight-laced Boy Scout grown up to be a firefighter, of all things. He was the one helping kittens out of trees and old ladies cross the road while I was lighting cherry bombs with my best friend in abandoned buildings, and now that we’re all grown up—even if my Dad doesn’t agree—he’s still just as annoying.
She’s impossible…
Taite Ridley has been a constant my whole life, the curly haired mischievous daughter of the police chief, charming and devious and alluring. She was wild in ways I never dared to be and too big for our little town. But she’s here, a small town cop, and I can’t avoid her, even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
It’s like mixing fire and gasoline and when these two collide, someone is gonna get burned…

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My Thoughts:

Taite Ridley’s day isn’t off to the best start.  Our author surprises me with this character and I’ll let you enjoy that yourself – it’s a reminder not to make assumptions.  Dempsey Jones thinks he’s got game.  And you know that things are going to get interesting from there.  Be prepared to chuckle because you just never know what’s going to come next.

I know this is tagged as friend to lovers but in getting to know these two at the beginning I wouldn’t say they were friends.  Maybe frenemies would be a better description.  There’s no way that you’ll ever guess where this author is going to take you.  You may have a feeling but you won’t have any idea how each scene is going to play out.

It’s a great story to reminisce with.  Whether what you did with your parents, what you did with your high school sweetheart or the memories you’re making with your current sweetie.  But trying to figure out our main characters can be a little frustrating.  Taite is just so confusing – your brain starts going in one direction but then Taite does something to bring you to a halt and going “ok where are we going from here”.  This is why you have to let the author lead this dance.  Dempsey isn’t quite as bad but you want to ask him “why are you wasting your time”.  But then the author lets you know that it’s not a waste because you want to keep reading and see all the roadblocks she can come up with.  I don’t feel that we get an ending – it’s more of a tease.  One, because you don’t have a definitive answer about Taite and Dempsey and two, because the only thing you know about the second book is the title and approximately when it will be coming out.


I grew up in River City.
It’s a good place for a kid to grow up—small town enough that I could wander without causing much worry, as long as no one counted my father.
He counted himself, but I stopped a while ago.
But it’s small enough that there’s not enough crime that I couldn’t wander, and big enough that it didn’t bore even me to tears. It was this intoxicatingly perfect mix of small town and big city, where everyone knew everyone and we didn’t have to drive an hour to go to a mall or museum.
And I never wanted to leave it. River City was home. I wandered away for college, and promptly came back, and I loved it—it’s where every good memory I had was, a place I cared about with a ferocity that only a native could. It knew my secrets and my history and it kept both safe.
But right this second, as I stood on Mrs. Rudolph’s front yard in the sideways rain—she was perched on her covered porch with a cup of coffee clasped in her wrinkled hands—I was questioning literally every decision I’d ever made in my life.
“Ma’am, we checked your crawlspace last week.”
“That Harper checked it,” Mrs Rudolph says, dismissive as fuck and I hear a muffled snort behind me. My smile feels brittle as she smiles brightly at me. “But I know you’ll do a good job. You don’t mind, do you, Taite?”
And that’s why.
I love River City with all my heart, but I swear to god, becoming a cop in a city that watched me grow up was probably the worst idea I’d ever had.
And I’d had a long and illustrious career of bad ideas, as Daddy was very helpful to point out.
A choked noise came from behind me and I fixed my plastic smile a little bit wider before saying, “Gimme just one second, Mrs Rudolph, Officer Delgado and I need to talk.”
She nods agreeably and takes a sip of her damnable coffee and I turn to pin my partner with a glare.
Miguel doesn’t even have the good grace to try to hide his smile.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, smile wide and cheerful.
“It’s your turn to go crawling under houses.”
“How do you figure that?” he asks, attempting to school his expression.
“I went up the tree for the Foster girls’ kitten last week!”
“Didn’t Dempsey—”
I snarl and he very wisely shuts his mouth. His eyes are still a little too bright, though, and I kinda want to punch him. I do not stomp my foot. “You promised not to bring him up,” I snap.
“I know,” he gives me apologetic eyes. “I slipped, sorry.”
I glance back at the house, at Mrs Rudolph waiting anxiously.
“I have to go, don’t I?” I say, resigned.
Miguel nudges me with one shoulder. “If you don’t, we’ll be here next week. She’s not gonna believe any of us until you tell her there’s nothing down there.”
This. This is the problem. I grew up here, the only daughter of the police chief, a fucking widower and somehow became the town mascot. Even when I want to be taken serious, it’s like all anyone sees is the knobby kneed, ratty haired fourteen year old running the streets with Miguel and getting into trouble.
I huff a curse and shrug out of my waterproofed jacket. The rain immediately starts biting into my uniform and I resign myself to spending the rest of my shift wet and muddy.
Maybe Miguel would let us swing by my apartment to change before we headed back to the station.
“I hate this,” I mutter and he nods.
But he doesn’t quite hide his grin as I drop to my knees and crawl under Mrs Rudolph’s damn house.
“I went to school for this. The fucking Academy. So I could crawl around in the mud looking for—fuck. Miguel, what the fuck am I even looking for?” I shout, my voice muffled.


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Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories.

When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids.

N is a self-professed geek and enjoys spending her spare time lost in her favorite fandoms and can often be found babbling about them on social media.

She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.


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