Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Tonic by Staci Hart

Release Date: October 13th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
My Rating: 4 Stars
Series: No.
Sex Scenes: Yes.
Subject: Fire and Ice were never a better match.

Joel Anderson doesn’t take anything seriously.

Not his relationships, which have been few and far between since his brutal divorce. Not the drama of working in a tattoo parlor, which seems to be around every corner. When things get him down, he smiles and cracks a joke. But he’s not the kind of man you cross, or you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of his fists.

Annika Belousov takes everything seriously.

Like her job as a reality television producer, given that she typically has something to prove. Or her love life, which is defined by a series of requirements — affluent, ambitious, accomplished, to name a few. Definitely her family, who worked their whole lives to afford her every opportunity, a sacrifice she doesn’t take lightly. When she’s tapped to produce a reality show at Joel’s shop, she doesn’t think twice, just goes in for the kill, as if there were any other way.

The second Annika walks into Joel’s shop, he makes it his mission to crack her open, but she’s not having it. He’s all wrong — too crass, too hairy, too un-serious. But it doesn’t take her long to find out there’s more to him than smirks and tattoos. And what she finds could put her career and his heart on the line.

Not that Joel cares. Because for the first time in a long time, he’s found his tonic.

My review

Book given by the author for an honest review .

Finally I got this book! I was super excited to get started since it sounded just perfect and I wasn't disappointed, the book was AMAZING!

It had one of my favourite things in romance books, sexy tattooed guys, so yeah Joel was irresistible for me. On top of everything, he wasn't a bad boy, he was sexy, funny and a great guy who everyone loved. 
But he also had his demons who haunted him in ways he didn't even realised till now.

Then came Annika, the sexy Russian Ice Queen, and because of the way Joel described her, I found myself picturing her in my mind as this perfect angel with some spice in her eyes that made her unique.
She was such a strong woman who fought her way to the top and you know we love those type of lady characters than can hold their own in the world and still look sexy doing it.

They fought each other from the start, but nothing could put off their chemistry and change the fact that they were perfect together, fire and ice.

The sex scenes were out of this world the connection they shared couldn't be matched.

It was a beautiful story about letting your fears go and opening yourself up to new things, being scared is no shame but it's definitely bad when it holds you back and stops you from achieving real happiness. 

A must read !


“Let me see it.”
“What?” I blustered, caught off guard. 
“Stand up and turn around. I want to see it.” I was too surprised and caught up in the moment to refuse, so I stood and turned, laying my palms on the armrests as I faced the back of the chair. 
One hand rested on my hip. 
My heart stopped as I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. 
I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze bouncing between his face —turned down too much to read —and his reflection in the speckled, antique mirror, which I couldn’t see much of either. His free hand moved to the waistband of my tailored pants, and his fingers hooked and tugged, pulling the band down low. 
His thumb ran over where I knew the tattoo was, and I felt his breath. Every place where we connected spoke to me of ownership. 
“You got this done here? In New York?” His voice was rough. 
Mine wasn’t much better. “Yeah. In Brooklyn.” 
“Let me cover it up for you. Give you something you’re proud of. Your skin …” He paused, and I wished I could see his face, read his mind. “This shouldn’t be here, not on you. Let me … I want to …” He had moved closer, his hand on my hip pulling me back into him slightly enough for me to not have noticed that the backs of my thighs were touching his, my back arched just enough, his breath hot. 
And then, he disappeared. I stood, finding my hands were trembling, wondering where I was and how I’d gotten there. The shop was mostly empty —no one had seen, not that it would have looked like much from the outside. But from where I stood, I felt every single deliberate move like a telegraph, telling me exactly what he wanted to do without him having to finish the sentence. 
His back was to me when I turned around, his face down —I couldn’t see it in the mirror over his cabinet of ink and needles as he dug around in the drawers, seemingly for nothing in particular. 
“Let me know if you want me to draw something up.” 
“Okay, I will.” I paused, not knowing what else to say, feeling like I should say something. But there was nothing that I could say. “Well, have a good night, Joel. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
He nodded, glancing at me in the mirror. “See you, Annika.”
 I tried not to bolt out of the shop, but once outside, I admit it —I took off. I hauled up the stairs and into the office to grab my bag, grateful that Laney was already gone, and I texted my driver, asking him to pick me up a few blocks away so I could walk, put some distance between me and Joel, get the energy out of my body, through my legs and feet, into the pavement.

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About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. 

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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