Sunday, March 9, 2014

Blog Tour Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: Best Kind of Broken by Chelsea Fine

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Pixie Marshall wishes every day she could turn back time and fix the past. But she can't. And the damage is done. She's hoping that a summer of free room and board working with her aunt at the Willow Inn will help her forget. Except there's a problem: the resident handyman is none other than Levi Andrews. The handsome quarterback was once her friend-and maybe more--until everything changed in a life-shattering instant. She was hoping to avoid him, possibly forever. Now he's right down the hall and stirring up feelings Pixie thought she'd long buried . . .

Levi can't believe he's living with the one person who holds all his painful memories. More than anything he wants to make things right, but a simple "sorry" won't suffice--not when the tragedy that scarred them was his fault. Levi knows Pixie's better off without him, but every part of him screams to touch her, protect her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss away the pain. Yet even though she's so close, Pixie's heart seems more unreachable than ever. Seeing those stunning green eyes again has made one thing perfectly clear--he can't live without her.
"By turns humorous and heartbreaking, Best Kind Of Broken has become one of my favorites!"
--- CORA CARMACKNew York Times bestselling author of Losing It.

"You'll fall for Pixie and Levi, just like I did!"
--- JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT (J. Lynn), #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait For You

"Tangled with friendship, history and heartbreak--not to mention a huge dose of
humor--Chelsea Fine's New Adult novel is not to be missed! Beyond an
incredibly HOT read, Pixie and Levi's longing for each other will have
you rooting for them till the very end."
--- JAY CROWNOVERNew York Times bestselling author of Rule

"This book destroyed me. Tore me into little tiny pieces. But somehow with
lots of laughs and some very steamy times, Chelsea put me back together
again! Chelsea Fine's style is witty, visceral and fresh. All I wanted
to do was crawl inside this book and live with the characters. And now
all I want is MORE."
--- CHELSEA M. CAMERONNew York Times bestselling author of My Favorite Mistake

"Sandwiched between laugh out loud moments and some serious heat, Best Kind of Broken is an unforgettable story of loss and forgiveness that will leave your heart aching."
--- LISA DESROCHERSUSA Today bestselling author of A Little Too Far
*ARC provided via NetGalley for an honest review*

Pixie is spending the summer with her aunt at her B&B. Little does she know that the room next to her is occupied by none other than Levi. They practically grew up together and were once insuperable. But they have not seen or spoken to one another in nearly a year due to a course of circumstances neither were prepared for. Needless to say, they are shocked to see each other. They decide to try and avoid one another as much as possible but there is no denying the attraction they feel.

The journey this book takes you on will hurt your heart at times. It is so obvious that Pixie and Levi care deeply for one another. But neither can get over the past. They both blame themselves for things that were beyond their control. There were a couple of times I got a little frustrated with them both because if they would have just TALKED to each other, they could have saved themselves a lot of grief!

At the same time, there are some lighthearted, laugh out loud moments. I think it added a nice balance into the storyline. And the sexual tension between Pixie and Levi was HOT! There is this shower scene, WOAH! Let's just say, they didn't need the hot water as they were creating their own steam.

Best Kind of Broken is unputadownable (I don't care if that is not a word, it is now!!)!!!! Pixie and Levi wrapped me up in their world from page one and wouldn't let me leave until I finished. Even now, I want more of them! Their story is full of heartbreaking angst, some serious pent up sexual tension, many laugh out loud humorous moments and the power of friendships. I give it 5+ stars and it is definitely is one of my all time favorite reads

We fall on his bed and the kissing turns into something more, which is right about the time my eyes—and my mind—start to wander.

Why is his room so clean all the time? I mean, seriously. Everything is tidy and organized. His desk is spotless. His shoes are in neat little pairs in the closet. It’s not natural.

And why is it so quiet in here? He lives in a campus apartment, for God’s sake. His neighbors should be throwing a kegger and blasting music through the walls.

Before I know it, our shirts are gone and his hand moves down my ribcage as he settles on top of me, trailing kisses along my neck. I stare down his broad back and frown. I should probably do something here, like sink my nails into his shoulder blades or grab his butt or something.


I slowly flatten my palms against his back in a symmetrical way and try to relax my arms. Why is he always so warm? And why the frack is he still sucking on my neck?

He just ate popcorn and now he’s tonguing my throat and leaving a trail of buttery germs in his wake. And I swear to God his scruffy jaw is going to rub my skin raw.

The butter germs start to spread lower as my eyes wander back to his desk. There’s not even a pen out of place. Left-brained artists are so weird. Should I have my eyes closed? Why is he breathing so hard?

Focus, Pixie. Focus.

My eyes flutter a bit as his hand glides over my thigh and up between my legs. My skirt has ridden up so I’m pretty much just laying here in my panties, holding onto his overly warm back as his jeans press against the inside of my legs.

Is that a piece of gum on his ceiling?

He brings his popcorn tongue up to my mouth and kisses me deeply. I force my eyes shut and try to concentrate on kissing him back as the scruff on his jaw scratches against my face like a bristle brush. I just know my face is going to be all red after this. Maybe I’ll buy him a new razor. But not an electric one. Those aren’t always reliable.

Who invented electric razors? What guy was shaving his face one day and thought, you know what this flat knife against my throat needs? A battery. Perhaps I should invent a razor with a cord—

He yanks back from me with a frustrated exhale.

“What?” I sit up and cover my boobs. “What’s wrong?”

I notice his hair looks perfectly styled, not a single blond strand out of place. Aren’t people supposed to have messed up hair after sex—or almost sex? That’s probably my fault. Shoot. I need to remember to mess up his hair.

He runs a hand over his mouth. “Maybe I should ask you.”

“Uh…” I glance at his spotless desk again.

“You’re not into this.”

“Yes I am,” I say quickly. Too quickly. “Sex. Let’s do this.” I roll my hips in an embarrassingly unflattering way and clap my hands together like I’m breaking up a football huddle.

Go team, go!

I stare at his bare chest, shadows of orange lining his hard muscles, and try to feel something naughty.


Why don’t I want to have sex with my super hot and totally sweet boyfriend?

What is wrong with me?

          Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.
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1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for being part of the BEST KIND OF BROKEN blog tour! And for the fantastic review! What an honor! =D