Wednesday 1 February 2017

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ The Do-Over by Julie A Richman

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The Do-Over, an all-new emotional, second chance STANDALONE romance by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!


Book Description:

~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with. ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs... attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.

But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

Now, over a decade later, newly divorced, I’m the proverbial fish out of water. Dating has totally changed. Apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. Catfishing. Men my age want two things: twenty-five-year-olds—like my ex’s new child bride of a wife—or just a quick hook-up.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my

luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.

Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.

And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

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Our Review:

Reviewed by Donna ~ 4.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***


“Wes Bergman knew exactly what he had just done. It was finally our time.”


Julie Richman never fails to deliver for me, she has this uncanny knack of bringing real life characters, in real life situations to life with ease. With normal struggles, normal feelings and situations you can relate to without all the pomp, glitz and glamour. Her knack for digging into every emotional fibre I possess is still ever present and without a doubt is still a certainty to make me cry in every single book, such is the emotional connection I always have with her characters and once again, she didn’t disappoint.


“With Wes, it was like he was intricately woven through my heart and soul in a way that could never be separated without irreparable damage being done…”


Another thing I love about a Julie Richman book…my generation…couples in their thirties and forties that still deserve their happy ever after. As much as I love reading about my younger counterparts, to witness a love story where the couples are older and wiser is refreshing and is something that my heart can relate to even more than usual. This age group is not so well presented in the romance genre, but when one does come along I grab it with both hands.

Julie Richman is a mature writer, her style I can always identify just by reading a few paragraphs, life experience floods through every page and as such a lot of the immature problems that often litter romance reads are never present. I love the way that she builds up her stories, always enough background to whet every appetite and one that garners a great understanding of her characters. While her pace is never fast, every, slow, delicious chapter is one that I digest with glee as these characters become my friends and Julie Richman takes you along as a willing voyeur for the ride.

We normally all have the “one that got away.” That one person you meet, or maybe had a relationship with but for some reason it didn’t work out at the time. The one that you always wonder...what if? Your lives may not have been aligned at the time, but the connection always stays. The soul mate, the one that you always look back on as a benchmark for others. A connection unrivalled no matter how fleeting. That was the case for Wes Bergman and Tara Collins. I don’t want to go into details because the synopsis says enough but once again, Julie Richman gives you a story from the heart, a story for the heart. This is a real romance story, no gratuitous sex, just deep and meaningfuls (apart from a one night stand before they meet).


“Tara and I tend to travel the same path one degree of separation apart, and at times, our paths converge. This is one of those times.”


This is when fate and kismet grants you a do-over. Will it live up to expectations, are the pedestals a figment of imagination or is the person truly worthy. Is that connection still there? Still electric? Still combustible? Is that soul connection a dream or a reality, will twenty years erase it, is it forgotten? What happens when for once, your lives are aligned?


“This is a gift. It really is. You see, you were the best boyfriend I never had.”


Julie Richman delivers a heart-warming and heart-destroying read. Where bumps are there to test and Julie’s exquisite emotional words wring every tear from your tear ducts with effortless ease.  Julie Richman’s knack to make me cry went into overload in this book as she tests our couple’s strength and makes them stronger. If you are a weeper like me, you will need tissues, but these are speedbumps, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger after all. A stunning read once again, one that played out in vivid emotional technicolour and once again, characters that you will be reticent to leave behind.


“Thank God we got a do-over.”


Excerpt:

His hand slowly stroking up and down the outside of my thigh is what roused me from my dream state. It was so soft and tender that I was getting more and more turned on with every movement. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t until his lips started brushing my shoulder, that I was unable to stifle a moan, revealing that I was awake.

“Good morning,” his whisper was hoarse.

“Mmm, good morning.” I stretched my body against his and turned my head to see his face hovering over mine, before our lips met.

“Sleep good?”

“Surprisingly, I did. I was so exhausted. Sorry for passing out on you last night,” I apologized.

“I think we both passed out the moment our heads hit the pillows.” Wes’ hand had migrated from my thigh to my stomach, where he softly drew circles with his fingertips.

Rolling over to face him, I pushed my hair out of the way, silently praying my humidity enhanced curls didn’t make me look like a deranged housewife, scaring the erection right out of the man. Slinging a leg over his thigh, I instantly got my answer. The crazy morning coif was not a cock killer. Thank God!

“You’re a morning person, I see.” Hiding my smile was not a possibility.

“Yeah, I am,” Wes laughed, moving closer to me, his eyes filled with the unmistakable desire to become lovers, something I’d dreamed about on the deck of a windjammer long ago.

“You can wake me up like this anytime.” I needed to let him know it was okay. He’d said he’d take it as slow as I wanted it and what I wanted right now was a slow rhythm of him plowing into me. Hard.

“Are you hard to wake up?” He was pressed up against me.

“I think you’ll figure out the secrets to rousing me.”

“You’ve already figured out the secrets to arousing me.” His voice still had that sexy edge of morning roughness to it, making me want to skip all foreplay and have him inside me.

“I’ll bet you have a few more secrets I can discover,” I said against his lips, as I shifted the leg I had slung over him, pressing my heat and wetness against his already throbbing cock.

Wes groaned and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You know you’re going to make it impossible to make slow, sweet love to you.”

“Good, because I don’t want it slow and sweet.”

Wes flipped me onto my back, “I can easily accommodate your wishes. Are you on anything or do I need to…”

“We’re good,” I assured him.

“Yes, we are.” He kissed my neck, then swiftly pulled my tank top over my head tossing it to the floor. “We’re going to be really good together. Of that, I have no doubt.”

And I knew he was right. Being with this man had been so perfect from the night we met. We meshed with ease and the result was pure joy.

The warmth in his eyes and smile made my breath catch, and in that moment, I was flooded with overwhelming emotion at how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wanted him. It was more than lust, beyond the heat of the moment. Wes Bergman was the man I had always wanted, from the night we met. That was clear to me now.

“I vote we skip the foreplay.” I wriggled out of my underwear.

“You’re on.” His smile told me he was taking on the challenge.

“You’re in,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, surprised at the swiftness with which he filled my request.

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About the Author:


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USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau. 
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