Monday Book Review: Jessica Scott, “It’s Always been You”…

_the only thing riskier than mixing business with pleasure is enjoying it...“Jessica Scott is an exciting new voice in romantic fiction who bursts upon the scene with an unputdownable debut novel!”
–Robyn Carr, New York Times bestselling author on Because of YouShe plays by the rules . . . 

Captain Ben Teague is many things: a tough soldier, a loyal friend, and a bona fide smart-ass. He doesn’t have much tolerance for BS, which is why he’s mad as hell when a trusted colleague and mentor is brought up on charges that can’t possibly be true. He’s even more frustrated with by-the-book lawyer Major Olivia Hale. But there’s something simmering beneath her icy reserve–and Ben just can’t resist turning up the heat . . .

. . . and he’s determined to break them

The only thing riskier than mixing business with pleasure is enjoying it . . . and Olivia can’t resist locking horns–and lips–with Ben. He’s got more compassion in his little finger than any commander she’s ever met, a fact that makes him a better leader than he realizes. But when the case that brought them together awakens demons from Olivia’s past, she will have to choose between following orders–or her heart . . .

 
 Books in the Coming Home Series
Book .5: I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Book 1: Because of You
Book 1.5: Anything for You
Book 2: Back to You
Book 3: Until There Was You
Book 4: All for You
Book 5: It’s Always Been You
Book 5.5: All I Want for Christmas Is You
You can order it here:
My review:
This book was good, but…
I had such a hard time getting into it. I had to force myself to read the book on several occasions. It took a long time for the main characters/love interests to get to it. I’m not just talking about sex, I’m talking about them even gelling together and making me feel like their story was worth telling.
Don’t get me wrong, the book is good, it just took a lot of convincing for me to even get into it. Once I did, around the end of the book (literally four chapters from the end) I couldn’t put it down.
I will try another one of her books just because of the last few chapters. This one really didn’t do it for me…
I give the book 2.5 stars
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Book Review Monday! AUSSIE RULES – Jill Shalvis –

if you asked melanie anderson, nothing was sexier than flying. not an eighty-five mile-per-hour ride in a ferrari, not any chick flick out there, nothing, not even men.If you’re an avid romance reader like me, then you will probably already know the name “Jill Shalvis”. Jill’s books are funny, romantic and always have an amazing “hero” that you can easily fall in love with. This book, “Aussie Rules”, doesn’t disappoint.

Melanie Anderson is a pilot, and she has had a love of flying since she was a kid, hanging around airports and meeting a motley crew of people that she now calls family.

When she was a teen, she met Bo Black, a laid-back Aussie that was not only sexy, but also cocky. He had girlfriend-after-girlfriend, but that didn’t keep Melanie from fantasizing… even after a very embarrassing interlude.

And then he was back, and he was single, and he was after HER airport…

Not only does this book have a huge cast of side-characters, but it has several interesting storylines that lead into one fantastic book and surprise ending.

I loved this book:)  I give it two thumbs up.

 

BLURB: 

It’s bad enough that gutsy pilot Mel Anderson has to clean up after her lovable but completely disorganized best friend and  business partner, Dimi, while her certifiable employees make more work than they do. Now, the one man she hoped she’d never see again is back and looking for trouble. Scratch that, he is trouble. Amazing, more please trouble…

Bo Black wants his family’s airport back, and he’s determined to get it. This laid-back Aussie is nobody’s fool. Thing is, neither is Mel. She’s intense. Uptight. Sexy. And very, very tempting. Suddenly, Bo’s thinking less about revenge and more abut kissing and touching and falling into a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of forever love…

 

 

 

Here’s an excerpt via Barnes & Noble:

Aussie Rules


By Jill Shalvis

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 Jill Shalvis
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61773-787-9 


CHAPTER 1

If you asked Melanie Anderson, nothing was sexier than flying. Not an eighty-five mile-per-hour ride in a Ferrari, not any chick flick out there, nothing, not even men. Not that she had anything against the penis-carrying gender, but flying was where it was at for Mel, and had been since the tender age of four, when she’d constructed wings out of cardboard and jumped out of a tree on a dare. Unfortunately, that first time the ground got in her way, breaking her fall.

And her ankle.

Her second try had come at age eight, when she’d leapt off her granny’s second-story deck into a pile of fallen leaves. No broken ankle this time, but she did receive a nice contusion to the back of the head.

By age twelve, a time when most girls discovered boys and their toys, Mel had discovered airplanes, and had taken a job sweeping for tips at a local airport just to be near them. Maybe because her own home never seemed happy, maybe because she didn’t have much else to look forward to, but the magic of flying was all she ever dreamed about.

She wanted to be a pilot. And not just any pilot, but a kick-ass pilot who could fly anywhere, anytime, and look cool while doing it.

Now she was twenty-six and she’d pulled it all off. She ran her own charter service: Anderson Air. That Anderson Air consisted of a single Cessna 172 and a not-exactly-air-worthy Hawker was another matter altogether. Having fueled her dreams from cardboard wings to titanium steel made her proud as hell of herself. Now, if only she could pay her bills, things would be just about perfect, but money, like man-made orgasms, remained in short supply.

“Mel! Mel, sweetie, the oven is kaput again!”

Mel sighed as she walked through the lobby of North Beach Airport, a small, privately owned, fixed-base operation. The cozy, sparsely decorated place was dotted with worn leather couches and low, beat-up coffee tables and potted palm trees — low maintenance to the extreme. A couple of the walls were glass, looking out onto the tarmac and the two large hangars, one of which housed the maintenance department and the other the overnight tie-down department. Beyond that lay a string of fourteen smaller hangars, all rentals. And beyond that, Santa Barbara and the Pacific Ocean, where Mel could routinely find her line guys and aircraft mechanic riding the waves on their surfboards instead of doing their job.