He’ll promise her a summer she won’t forget…
Promise Me, an all-new steamy New Adult romance with heart from USA Today bestselling authors Samanthe Beck and Robin Bielman is available now!
Instead of soaking up the SoCal sunshine while housesitting for my aunt, I’m dealing with a Pomeranian who thinks she’s a Pitbull, two half-sisters who would happily prune me off the family tree, and him. Vaughn Shaughnessy. Hot model about to go nuclear, dangerously sexy flirt whose perceptive green eyes promise he’s more than just a pretty face. He’s the kind of walking, talking temptation I should avoid, but that’s impossible because he also happens to be my extremely lickable—I mean likeable—neighbor.
He’s turning me into a hot mess.
Thing is, I can’t handle more messes in my life. I’m still trying to come to terms with the monumental ones in my past, and getting involved with Vaughn—even for temporary summer fun—is guaranteed to get messy. I don’t dare risk it, but I’m not sure I can resist…
Robin Bielman and Samanthe Beck
April 15, 2019
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SASCHA DARLINGTON’S REVIEW
A YMMV Review
The meet-cutes have become the “must” in romance novels. You’re walking your Aunt’s Pomeranian who is described as a pitbull in a tiny body and you see that your next-door neighbor is about to get run over by his own car being driven by a drunken supermodel and you tackle him and save him and land on his body and feel chemistry that is simply off the charts as far as you’re concerned and he comes over because he knows an argument is about to ensue and you let him and he falls asleep on your couch. Now, that’s a real meet-cute, am I right?
And then you wake up to find not one, but two of your step-sisters (they are not ugly, they are super-beautiful just like you) with whom you have a really bad relationship because your father chose your mother to raise a family with have been invited by your Aunt to stay for the summer…just like you.
So yeah! And then I realize that the step-sisters are there to launch future novels and minimally impact the current novel. And I am in the middle of another NA novel of which I have yet to find one that I like, really, really like.
The meet-cute is unsupported because there’s nothing like it again. The heroine’s backstory can be extremely problematic depending on your vantage point and dealt with in a somewhat heavy-handed way. I realized I felt bad in ways I am certain the authors did not anticipate regarding that backstory and which I can’t describe because: spoiler. I’m also pretty sure that some of this turf is better not attempted in a romance novel because how do you just disregard or write-away a young person’s life? I sense that other readers don’t feel this.
The plot was predictable from the instant that the reader realized that Vaughn’s goal’s rested on his being untouchable reputation-wise and that Kendall had a secret.
Ultimately what Promise Me has going for it is sex. While I felt no connection to either Kendall or Vaughn and seriously didn’t feel their connection, they did have sex and it was hot.
I’ve only read one other Robin Bielman book and I was so engaged by that that I hope this was a fluke. I’ve read nothing by Samanthe Beck.
Many reviewers LOVED this book! You might be a reader who does as well, which is why this is a YMMV review! 🙂
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
I follow Snowflake’s lead up the street, the moon smiling down on us. Compared to my apartment in New York City, it’s downright tranquil here. Earlier, music blasted from the house next door, f-bombs dropping repeatedly in many of the songs. My aunt briefly mentioned her next door neighbor, “Vaughn.” She texted to say that if I needed anything, he could help, and included his phone number. From the music selection, I’m guessing he’s closer to my age than hers.
The noise level has since subsided, but lights shine brightly. Shadowy movement passes beyond the windows. There are definitely people inside. Music suddenly shatters the quiet, the latest Maroon 5 song blaring through the wide open front door. Inexplicably, Snowflake chooses that moment to bark like someone yelled “dog party!” and run toward the neighbor’s driveway. I tug on her leash because I’m not one to trespass, but she’s crazy for something and isn’t about to back off. Then I realize someone’s walking down the dark driveway. Someone tall, broad-shouldered, and ambling with a loose-limbed grace that suggests he thinks he has the driveway to himself. Whoever he is, Snowflake can’t wait to greet him.
I’m about to call out hello when an engine revs. Red taillights blaze from the top of the driveway, and a vehicle jerks like the driver forgot to release the brake.
The guy stops and turns in slow motion as an SUV rolls down the drive. I’m close enough now to hear his, “Oh fuck no,” as the car lurches.
He sprints to the center of the driveway and faces the car like he’s the Hulk and can stop two tons of metal momentum with his bare hands. What is he thinking?
“Stay,” I command Snowflake, and run up the driveway. “Hey!” shout.
The guy turns around and oh my God, the car suddenly picks up speed and heads straight for him. “Look out!”
He doesn’t listen, his eyes locked on mine instead. In a burst of super-human strength I didn’t know I had, I tackle him and fling us to the side of the concrete before he’s roadkill.
“What the—” he mumbles then oomphs as we hit the ground. Lucky for me, I’m sprawled on top of him, a slight sting in my shoulder from our initial landing.
Icy fear grips me as I look down the drive, praying Snowflake has stayed put. She has, but being the badass that she is, she’s barking for the driver to get out of the vehicle and keep all hands where she can see them. Thankfully, the SUV has stopped, its back end in the thick green bushes flanking the entrance to the driveway.
A tall blond woman in a short blue dress stumbles out of the car, laughing her head off like she didn’t almost crash into a human being. “Jesus, Vaughn, your ride is as fucked up as you are.” More laughter comes from a second woman climbing out of the passenger seat. Snowflake growls.
Beneath me a low voice mutters, “It is now.”
I turn back to my aunt’s neighbor. A small corner of my mind registers the sound of high heels clicking up the drive and Snowflake’s bossy bark telling those girls where to go and how to get there, but the rest of me is totally focused on the man beneath me. Slammed against his warm, hard body I feel small, his broad shoulders and chest cushioning my fall. My gaze slides to defined biceps straining against his short sleeves. His masculine scent is clean, with a hint of something spicy. Whatever it is, it puts sexy ideas in my head. I let out a deep breath, grateful he’s still in one piece. My heart stops trying to punch its way out of my chest.
Then I raise my eyes to his face, and holy crap. He’s beautiful. The face of a model beautiful. Wait. I think he is a model. Like of the gigantic Times Square billboard variety. His light brown hair is a little longer now, but there’s no mistaking that square jaw and those dark, olive green, come-closer-if-you-dare eyes.
A slow grin takes over his very nice mouth, making my cheeks warm.
He blinks like I’ve all of a sudden gone out of focus. “Thanks for saving my life, angel,”
About the Authors
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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Robin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over fifteen novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops, and spend time with her husband and two sons.
Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch at all of her social media spots!
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