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Once
Perfect
Shattered
Past # 1
By: Cecy Robson
Releasing October 7th, 2014
Blurb
His
life was never easy. Hers wasn’t supposed to be this hard. They come from
different worlds, but fate lures them together in a way neither expected in
Cecy Robson’s raw, steamy series debut—perfect for fans of Monica Murphy and J.
Lynn.
Evelyn
Preston’s future once looked perfect—until her wealthy father was caught in an
embezzlement scandal and took his own life. Alone and struggling to pay her
college tuition and bills, Evelyn finds a job as a waitress at the ultra-hip
nightclub Excess, where she used to have more in common with the privileged
private-school clientele than her fellow staff members. But something attracts
her to the sexy six-foot-four bouncer and underground MMA fighter Mateo Tres
Santos. Although they’ve led different lives, their troubled pasts bonds them
in both survival and love.
Mateo
is ex-army who wound up in prison for assaulting the man who harmed his sister.
Now he’s feeling the same protective impulse for this petite blond waitress.
When Evelyn experiences a panic attack at the club, Mateo comes to her rescue.
And when Mateo is wounded shielding her from a brawl, Evelyn returns the favor
and comes to his aid.
As
their attraction intensifies, Mateo is determined to find out what nightmares
are lurking in Evelyn’s past—even if that means tackling his own to save her.
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My Review
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| 4 Matteo makes me swoon stars |
Once Perfect is
book #1 in the Shattered Past Series and the first book I have read by Cecy
Robson. I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review so
here goes......
Eve is at the centre of this story and I have to
say that I did like her, she’s sheltered and hardened by life but even though
she is wary of life I found her character really engaging.
Something about Evies fragile personality draws
the reader to her and I kind of felt invested in her I needed to know what was
going on with her.
God Mateo seriously talk about sex on legs!!! He’s
a badass ex army MMA fighter..... Sorry just picking myself up off the floor
where I swooned in a puddle of mush lol.
Do you know what though he’s also a lovely
bloke, he’s scary and lethal but he treats Evie like a queen and is instantly
protective of her.
There is a lot of unpleasant back-story here and
Evie’s meltdown was so well written that I felt like I endured the emotional
rollercoaster with her.
There is quite a lot of violence in this story
and not just in the MMA fighting; some people may be uncomfortable with that.
Christ Mateo’s parents are a real piece of work,
how he and his sisters are even remotely normal is a miracle!!!!
Obviously this is the first book in a series,
but there are so many stories to tell that I have no idea who I want to be the
focus for the next book. I’m hoping that it’s going to be Sophia and Killian they
seem like they deserve a happy ending.
Evie and Mateo have some chemistry and I loved
their intimate scenes I don’t think they were explicitly sexy but I just loved
the connection that they have.
I enjoyed this book and I will be eagerly
waiting the next book but Once Perfect gets 4 stars
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Author
Info
Cecy Robson is the New Adult author of Once
Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure and the award-winning author of
the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A self-proclaimed professional
napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless
trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song
despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse,
wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest, Cecy enjoys spending time with
her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their
stories.
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Excerpt
“Malibu
Barbie. We need more cocktail napkins!”
I
stopped wiping the bar booth, torn between throwing my bucket at Sam or at the
cluster of bouncers chuckling at his Barbie dig. I still had two more booths to
clean before the doors to the Main Line’s infamous Club Excess opened and the
real work began. A crowd of spoiled brats―offspring of Philly’s wealthiest
families―with too much money and too much attitude already crowded the doors. I
should know. I used to be one of them. Except they still had the money.
I
had a screaming boss.
“Malibu!”
“Jesus,
Sam, I’m going.” I tossed my towel on the table and stomped across the dance
floor in my black, thigh-high boots. If it weren’t for the crazy tips the drunk
idiots dropped like bowling balls, no way would I work at a place where I had
to accessorize tiny black shorts and a skimpy tank with these hooker boots. The
white dress shirt tied at my belly was Sam’s way of compromising when me and a few of the other waitresses complained
about our new “uniforms.” The more desperate among us tied it closer to their
cleavage. I didn’t. Even if it meant less money, I wanted to hang on to what
little pride I had left.
My
steps slowed as I neared the group of bouncers huddled around Mateo. He was
young, younger than at least half of them, and still they looked up to him.
’’Considering Mateo was an ex-con who fought in fight clubs, you’d think the
staff would avoid him’’. I sure did. Hell, I’d barely spoken to him in the six
months I’d worked at Excess, using any excuse to keep my distance. That said,
there was something about him that made people take notice. His burly arms
crossed his chest. Power was inked on one forearm in bold Gothic lettering,
Wrath on the other, and black flames crawled up both, disappearing beneath the
sleeves of his tight black T-shirt.
My
puny shoulders tensed as I drew closer. Mateo had served time for beating some
poor guy so brutally the guy had spent two weeks in the hospital recovering
from the bashes to his face and body. I watched Mateo, a lot. Every now and
then, I’d catch him glancing my way, too. He’d offer me a brief nod or a small
smile, but I never offered anything in return. His size, the depth of his
voice, and his aptitude for violence scared me, despite his captivating looks.
He moved like a panther staking out his turf, ready for anything, his steely
hazel eyes taking everything in.
He
spoke low and rough as the last of his crew arrived. “Listen up. Keep the drugs
and the dealers out. They come in with that shit, you see anyone selling―send
their asses out the door. Sam doesn’t want another OD in his place. If those
rich pricks want to die, they can do it somewhere else.”
The
others answered Mateo with stiff nods, except for Dale, who whistled as I
walked by. “Nice ass, Evelyn . . .”
His
voice trailed off. I turned to shoot him a dirty look over my shoulder only to
catch the death glare Mateo was firing his way. “Leave Evie the fuck alone and
pay attention, Dale,” Mateo told him. Dale immediately dropped his gaze,
allowing Mateo to return his attention to the rest of the group. “With the
first week of classes over, these fools are looking to party hard, and the
dealers are ready to assist. ““Don’t go it alone. Call for backup if you need
it, when you need it. I’ll take point near the bar. Ant’s my second. He’ll take
point left of the floor. If I’m mixed up in some other shit, you call him. Got
me?”
The
bouncers collectively muttered in agreement. Even Dale.
My
heart was thumping against my sternum and I lost my footing. I reached for my
ponytail and tightened it fast, trying to pretend that was the reason I’d
tripped and not, absolutely not, because ’Mateo had stuck up for me and shut
Dale up on my behalf. Or because he’d called me “Evie.” Again. No one else had
ever called me that.
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2 comments :
Thank you for your review and feature. My favorite line was, "God, Mateo. Seriously, talk about sex on legs." And believe me, I'm swooning in a pile of mush along with you. :-D
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