RELEASE DAY BLITZ and REVIEW - Brenda Rothert's HIS

Title: His
Author: Brenda Rothert
Release Date: June 28, 2016

 

SYNOPSIS

Quinn

I’d say I’m down on my luck, but that’s an understatement. I’m flat on my ass. Homeless, hungry and in hiding with my little sister at the age of twenty-one, I’ve never been so desperate. I’ve hit rock bottom when I get an offer I can’t refuse. Sell my body to save my sister? There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe. I make the rules and I’m not afraid to defend myself if this rich guy crosses the line. But once I see beneath his cold, calculating façade, the lines aren’t so clear anymore.

Andrew

She’s an intoxicating mix of tough and vulnerable I’ve never known before. This homeless woman who fits right into my upper-class world is running from someone powerful, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. But Quinn isn’t meant to be controlled, so I’m forced to choose between owning her and loving her. I’ve finally met my match, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her truly mine.

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REVIEW

[Patti]

Amazon/Goodreads rating: 5/5

In Patti's Imagination rating: 10/10

Little did I know that I'd feel compelled to read HIS until I was done, even if that meant heading to bed at 3 am. Then again, I should have expected a book hangover from this author.

The synopsis tells you straight away that this story will involve two main characters whose lives should be completely different - a filthy rich man and a homeless woman, it should be a Cinderella tale, right? Wrong. So wrong. And that's exactly why this is such a fantastic read. From the moment you meet Quinn, you see how strong - but also how vulnerable - she is. Andrew sees that, too. Add some explosive chemistry, a slow burn, some twists and turns, and you'll be along for one exciting ride.

I've always been a big Brenda Rothert fan. Her books seem to suck me into their world every time, and this one was no different. It's a well-paced read, with great flow and a good balance between the romance and the rest of the plot. The build, the momentum, and the tension all reflected what I've come to expect from this author. If you've read her work and enjoyed it, you will not be disappointed. Quinn and Andrew belong aside all the best of her characters. If you haven't read her work, this standalone story is a great place to start.

EXCERPT

Prologue

September 28, 2001

Andrew

Seventeen days ago, my life caught fire.
Two planes. Two towers. Nothing will ever be the same.

The fire at Ground Zero is still burning, and somewhere inside the smoky piles of rubble is my father. Do I want them to find him? For the first week, I did. I stayed home from school every day and stared at the TV, praying I’d see them pull my dad from what’s left.

I told myself over and over that he couldn’t be gone. David Wentworth was too strong to be taken down like that. He’d show them all. My dad would come crawling out of the pile of debris, still wearing his dark suit. He’d probably pull other people out, too. My dad is like that. He does things people say are impossible.

But the second week, my mom said I had to go back to school. When I told her I wouldn’t go because I was waiting for my dad to be rescued, her shoulders fell.

“He’s gone, Andrew.”

“You don’t know that. Dad’s a fighter.”

She shook her head. “I know it’s hard for a thirteen-year-old to wrap his head around. I know. You want him to be here, and I do, too. But he’s gone. It’s just you and me now.”

I glared at her, my throat burning. How could she give up on him like that? I’d never give up on my dad. I went back to my spot in his favorite leather chair in our living room and turned up the news on TV.

But after two weeks, my school counselor came to our house to see me. He frowned and told me no one could survive for two weeks in there. Then he gave me a pamphlet titled, “It’s Okay to Cry.” I crumpled up his advice on grieving and threw it in the trash.

I wasn’t going to cry. My dad wouldn’t want that. He’d always told me a man’s true measure was his strength.

“Chin up, Andrew. You’re a Wentworth. We’re made of steel.”

Today we’re having a memorial service for him. My chin will stay up, and my back will stay straight. When I look at the family pictures of my parents and me on a long table at the funeral home and my eyes start to feel watery, I pinch my leg through the pocket of my suit pants. The burning sting in my thigh makes me angry instead of sad.

Better. Dad used to yell at people from his company sometimes, so I know he wouldn’t mind me being angry. At night, when I’m staring up at the stars me and Dad stuck on my ceiling when I was little, my stomach twists and hurts with the anger I feel for the men who killed my dad.

They murdered thousands of people. I’m not the only kid without a dad now. Everyone is scared. Nothing will ever be the same.

My mom covers her mouth with her hand, crying as one of her friends squeezes her arm and talks to her. They did that, too. They made my mom cry. My dad wouldn’t stand for that.

Since he’s gone, I have to be the strong one now. I have to take care of my mom like he would. I have to think about what dad would want for us. I have to hold on tight to my need for those men to pay for what they did to my dad.

The firefighters will eventually extinguish the smoldering fire at Ground Zero, but the fire burning inside of me will never go out.

 

AUTHOR BIO

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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