Blog tour review+excerpt+giveaway Thick Love by Eden Butler

Friday, September 04, 2015
Title: Thick Love (Thin Love, #2)
Author: Eden Butler
 Genre: NA | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2015
Hosted by As the Pages Turn
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Synopsis
He doesn’t ask their names.
He doesn’t deserve to know them.
Ransom Riley Hale’s friends think his life is charmed: first string as a freshman on a championship-winning college football team. A father with two Super Bowl rings. A mother with platinum albums and multiple Grammies under her belt. But that brilliant shine on the surface hides the darkness beneath; it’s all Ransom has ever known.
 Despite the shadows he walked in, once there was a blinding light fracturing the darkness. It brought the promise of hope and happiness. He’d been careless, filled with pride and stupidity and lost that light. Ripped it from the world.
Now, the shadows are dimming again. Aly King surges into his life threatening to pull him from the darkness. She is everything Ransom can never be again. Her light feels too warm, promises him that there is more waiting for him beyond the shadows.
But the shadows are relentless, resurfacing when he thinks he is safe, and Ransom knows he must keep Aly from them too before he pulls her down into the darkness with him.
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MYSZA'S REVIEW


  5 STARS

"Thin love ain't love at all.
Thick love is best. Thick love is... it's when you know. It's when you know you've found the one that can pick up the pieces when you let your heart get broken."

I absolutely loved this book, adored it, I'm in love with Eden's writing and the stories she creates. It was one of the most anticipated books for me this year and it did not disappoint. I admit, I expected angst, what I didn't expect was it to be that emotional.

Ransom went through some tragic events in the past, he feels responsible for what happened, the guilt, the weight of it all is keeping him down. He doesn't want to feel anymore, he doesn't live, he just exists. That is until he meets Aly. And I just want to stress here, how wonderful character she was. She was so strong, not had an easy life herself, but was so adamant to help him.

Aly wakes up something in him, she makes him feel again. They start as friends, but from the beginning the attraction is there. Though Ransom is still hung up on his first love, and tries to convince himself that he doesn't want and need Aly, he can't deny anymore that there is more between them than just friendship.
"What you do to my body, to the noise in my head, it makes me feel again. I can't not feel what you do to me. I didn't want to feel, not ever again."

"And now?"

"Now I can't stop myself. I don't want to."
And no matter how hard Ransom tries to fight this attraction, no matter how much he thinks he isn't worthy of love or happiness again, no matter how strongly he convinces himself that he doesn't deserve Aly...

Everything seems to be going well, they work on their relationship, Aly tries to piece his broken heart, they seem good together.

And then that epilogue... and I don't know if I should kick or kiss Eden for doing this to me but I think I will go with the latter because it means more. It means that I have a new most anticipated book on my TBR. And judging from how that epilogue was played out, I hope to get the angst I crave in books, I hope to get more of Aly and Ransom's epic love story.

Overall, this one definitely goes to my favorite pile, loved it to pieces and recommend for all who love heartache, emotional turmoil, difficult love, passion, fabulous heroines and intense heroes.



Thick Love – Excerpt

“Dance with me,” I said. He only stared up at me blankly.
“I don’t feel like practicing.”
“I’m not asking you to practice. I’m asking you to dance.”
Blog Tour Packet - Thick Love by Eden Butler (Aug 30th - Sept 5th)
Ransom’s body stiffened when I picked up his hand, but he didn’t fight me. “Just be here with me. Me and you and the music.”
We came together in the center of my living room with that slow, soothing music wrapping around us. There was no Kizomba, no prequel to a seduction we both wanted to avoid. There was just Ransom bending low, arms around me, hand taking mine to hold against his chest. After a few seconds, the tension lessened, and his body did not feel as rigid. It felt peaceful, and safe, and simple—just two people, holding each other, swaying to the music.
His mouth hovered near my forehead and as we moved together with no form or practiced steps, Ransom’s grip on my waist got tighter. “I wish I could breathe again. I want that so bad.” The words were whispered, low.
I closed my eyes, reminding myself that I couldn’t touch him.
“Ransom. You can.”
He looked down at me and right then I saw just how lost he was. This realization didn’t come from flippant comments he made to me or desperate excuses I overheard him make. It was all there right in his eyes—the loneliness, the pain, as though each mistake he’d made was etched into the rise of his cheekbones and the worried, faint lines on his forehead. He was still drifting; he had been drifting for so damn long.
The pain in his eyes drew me in. There was nothing I could say that would make his hurt lessen. There was nothing that would take him from the lingering sorrow he’d created for himself. So I didn’t speak, didn’t give him advice I knew he’d never take. I just watched Ransom’s eyes, and felt the slow way he moved. And then with my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled his face towards me, I took his lips, kissing him, pouring into that kiss everything I’d held back from him since we first met.
This is who I am. This is what I want. That voice came from someplace hidden and secret inside me.
It was minutes, minutes of nothing but my mouth on his, nothing but two people finding solace in each other, before
  I realized I’d messed up.
He didn’t seem to want me to pull away, but didn’t stop me when I did. Shaking my head, I smoothed the collar on his shirt, unable to look at him. “I’m...modi, Ransom, I’m sorry.”
Ransom pulled my chin up and smoothed his thumb over my cheek, down the slope of my chin before he returned his attention to my eyes. “I don’t think I am.”
It was a moment I thought I’d always wanted. Him looking at me like I was real, like he saw me, finally saw me. I’d seen that look once before, just as Ransom whispered my name and kissed me over and over the first time. It wasn’t the look of someone hopeless. It was open and raw and I realized right then that I’d give anything for Ransom to never stop looking at me.
But this was against our rules. This wasn’t how we were supposed to be. I took his hand, thought of pulling it away from my face but didn’t have the strength, liked how it felt on my face too much. “Friends don’t kiss, Ransom.”
A small nod, and his eyes narrowed. His grip around me tightened. The music around us swelled. “No, they don’t,” he said, still touching my face, inching closer and I knew, right then, he was definitely not my friend.

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About Eden Butler

Eden Butler PicEden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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