Friday, 21 December 2012

Release Day Review & Giveaway: Christmas is Cancelled by Aurelia B Rowl



Christmas is CancelledChristmas is Cancelled is an absorbing contemporary romance. I was immediately captivated by the characters, both by Tilly and Dean. Tilly, the female protagonist, especially piqued my interest. She was so easy to relate to, her emotions and reactions were very realistic, yet they embraced the romantic genre beautifully. This is a testament to the author, Aurelia B Rowl’s, lovely style of writing; it was undemanding yet engaging. 

The events that unfurl in this Christmas themed book were exciting and moving. Tilly embodies many women’s fears, yet she has a subtle strength to her character, that she gradually embraces more as the storyline progresses. Likewise the character Dean is appropriately dreamy with a mysterious past that we’re clambering to discover.

As their relationship develops and the storyline advances, so does the heat. Christmas is cancelled has several steamy sex scenes that left me needing a cold shower as well as a desiring a little hut to visit during a snow storm! You can positively feel the snow thawing around the passion that this couple creates!
As the story neared the end, I was little perplexed. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the ending; I especially loved Tilly’s reaction to the situation that she found herself in – it was really refreshing for this genre. However, Dean’s character dumb founded me a little. His personality became somewhat desperate. I suppose once again, I could argue that this is refreshing, especially for the genre, but I am a sucker for a strong broody man!

If you’re looking for a sexy, emotion driven romance with strong and deeply human characters, then Christmas is Cancelled won’t disappoint. 4 Fabulous fairies.
 

Goodreads Synopsis 
Matilda 'Tilly' Carter didn't think her day could get any worse, but even Christmas had just been cancelled.

The one girl Dean Watson has sworn never to have—never even expected to see again—just flared back into his life and into his home—his sanctuary—like she belonged there. Christmas would certainly be more bearable with Tilly around though…

As the chinks in Dean's armor appear, Tilly seizes the chance to win her knight once and for all. She's not about to take no for answer—not this time—but Dean must resist, even as his heart rebels and temptation threatens to undermine his resolve.


Win or lose? Love or honor? Which will Dean choose? Assuming he gets a choice…
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To win a lovely copy of this ebook, just head on over to Aurelia’s Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/aurelia.b.rowl) and let her know why you love Christmas themed romances. 
This giveaway is open until December 26th!

Excerpt...

Tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision. She turned and wandered blindly toward the exit as the first tear escaped, forging a track down her cheek for the rest to follow. Tilly took in a lungful of air and then another. Having made a spectacle of herself once already, she really didn't want to be the cause of yet another scene.

The crowds swarmed around her, with students and family members heading home for the holidays only adding to the usual rush-hour melee of commuters. They jostled past, threatening to swallow her whole, as they rushed en mass in the opposite direction, using their briefcases and suitcases as a battering ram.

It was suffocating. She had to get out of there. Breaking into a run, broken heel or not, she raced through the doors and out into the biting December chill. Her waterlogged eyes struggled to adjust to the dark, dreary sky after the bright station lights, but she didn't dare slow down, desperate to escape the throng of festivities and merriment.

Carol singers assembled outside burst into a jovial rendition of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," full of joy and happiness. Didn't they know Christmas had just been cancelled?

"Ooof!" Tilly smacked her shin against the edge of a low bench, too dark to see as she tried to dodge the growing audience. She ended up sprawled across the bench, dropping the handle of her suitcase with a loud clatter.

At least the pain shooting down her leg gave her an excuse to be crying. Unfortunately, it meant she had to stop running too. Not good. Whenever things got too tough, too intimate, or too confrontational, you could rely on her to make a run for it. Running away was what she did best...

A tall figure loomed in the edge of her vision, something vaguely familiar about the man's loping gait. In an effort to see him more clearly, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, then cringed inwardly at the black streaks now etched all over them. Great. She could add impersonating a panda to her day from hell as well then.

The mascara stung her eyes, rendering her unable to focus properly. She blinked furiously as the man strode past her, talking into a mobile phone in a deep voice that resonated throughout her body and made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. A surge of adrenaline rushed to her legs, numbing the pain as her subconscious told her to run. Now!

The cloaked figure stopped mid-stride as if he'd heard her gasp. "Mike, I've gotta go," he barked into the phone, hanging up instantly. He backtracked until he was standing right in front of her, his tone changing from a growl to one of surprise. "Basmati?"

Great. She hadn't heard the nickname for years—nine years, four months and... sixteen days, to be exact—and even then, only one person had ever actually used it. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head from side to side. No. No way. There was absolutely no way this could be happening to her. Not now. Not today of all days... Talk about kicking a girl when she was down.

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