Monday, September 21, 2015

Blog Tour Stop: REVIEW!! And Giveaway! Blow (Book #1, Tainted Love Duet) by Kim Karr! 4.5 Coffee Cups!!!

Blow (Book # 1, Tainted Love Duet)
by Kim Karr
Genre: Romantic Suspense

2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.

They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.

He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.

She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.

They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.

When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it?


Reviewed by Christyn :)

My Rating: 4.5 Coffee Cups!!

Let me start this off with a big ole warning- THERE IS A CLIFFHANGER!! And it's sort of a painful one, not gonna lie. That being said this story was GREAT. I loved the characters, the storyline, the setting. Everything about this story immediately sucks you in. 

Set in the heart of the Irish Mob (aka Boston), you know this is going to have some twists and turns and danger and straight up sexiness. It's a romance wrapped up in a mystery, wrapped up in a steamy story, with a slight touch of the movie The Departed thrown in for fun.

Logan is haunted by his past. He tries to avoid Boston at all costs, but with his father deep in the life he fought to keep Logan out of, he is determined to be there to protect his dad and watch out for him as much as he can. He does his best straddling two different worlds given to him by two different grandfathers. His dad's dad- former leader of the local gang and his mom's dad- blue blooded, high level corporate attorney.

Elle also has a haunted past. Mostly brought on by the disfunction that was her family growing up. And that disfunction has apparently made it's way into her present in the form of her older sister Elizabeth. Lizzy has gone missing and in the midst of this has brought an essential (for lack of a better term) shit-storm to the door of everyone attached to her- including her 15 years estranged sister Elle. And this is where Logan and Elle collide. Elle is brought into a world that she doesn't belong in and doesn't know how to navigate and Logan is desperate to protect her from it.

They are given a deadline. Seven Days. That is all that Logan and Elle have to navigate through the lies and the truths and the danger that catch up to them both by Lizzy's actions and Logan's past. Seven days is also all it takes them to go from no-strings attached lust to more. Much, much more. Which scares Logan to death. He feels more for her than he ever has for anyone, and it's a dangerous thing. His past is a black cloud that constantly hangs over him and in proximity Elle as well, although she isn't aware of it. He knows that he shouldn't be with her, it's not smart and it's not safe.

You get totally drawn into both Logan and Elle's love story and their individual stories. You are practically drooling to find out what exactly happened to make them how they are. The mystery of Lizzy and what the hell it was she did to get them all into this mess to begin with keeps you frantically turning the pages. This book will seriously keep you in a constant state of "what in the crap is going on?!" with a side of "wait a minute, what??!!" You get hooked, pretty much from the get go and you stay hooked until the very last line when you have an ultimate "WTF  just happened" moment. 

And this is where my review ends. There are still so many questions that need answers and November 16th CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH!!!


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Four Months Before 


Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens. 

The moon slipped behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for. 

Let’s see how bad they want this. 

I spun in the opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine. 

Landing on my stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and I was going to finish it. 

Quickly, I leapt to my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain. 

Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward. 

It could have been worse—at least there wasn’t any ice. 

Still, it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears. 

I didn’t stop, though—I had to keep going. 

When my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game. 

The dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t open. 

With a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around. 

No sign of them, yet. 

They’d be here soon enough. 

My lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath. 

Poised to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them. 



I couldn’t believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department nonetheless. 

But I’d had enough. They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running. 

Time seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge. 

The bridge. 

I couldn’t believe I’d ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where I’d started all this. 

What time was it anyway? 

Before I could look at my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a yellow beam of light shined down on me. 

I guess the BPD finally decided to make their move. 

A heavily Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air where we can see them.” 

“Fuck me. Really? You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area until they came into sight. 

There were three of them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure lunged for me. 

He pinned me to the wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a reason.” 

“I was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted. 

“Right,” he snickered. 

Nostrils flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.” 

What the fuck? 

A quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds. 

Most men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City. 

It wasn’t my trust fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some things that never changed. 

I’d been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them. 

Well fuck them very much—but that’s not what they were going to get.


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About the Author:

I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. 

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