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I'm so excited to share this review with you all today. I copy edited this book, therefore I read it, and I really enjoyed it! This book and this author honestly deserves more attention. Please check him out :)
Title: Bridge City Author: Andrew Sutherland Publisher: Yar Literary Release Date: November 6, 2015 Pages: 510 Buy Link: Amazon
Blurb:
Al McNair has a nasty case of creeping depression. The woman he loved was killed in the Bahamas and he feels it is his fault. In order to shake the depression that in the end will kill him, Al seeks refuge in the beauty of the Pacific Northwest. Unbeknownst to Al, someone is killing homeless people under the Burnside Bridge in Portland OR. Full of unexpected twists, realistic action, intriguing characters, and the enigma that is Al, Bridge City is fun, fast-paced, and a perfect book for action lovers everywhere.
This book was like a spinoff from The Girl That Care Forgot trilogy. For those of you who haven't read Andrew Sutherland's books, they're filled with action and strategy. I really appreciated the intelligent characters, but also that they're very humorous.
This book honestly started out a bit slow for me while I read about Al battling his depression. However, as soon as he arrived in Portland, things started getting serious. I really enjoyed his time with Samantha. They had chemistry and it was nice to see Al bounce back from his depression.
Another character I really enjoyed was Detective Sellers. His humor was so entertaining, and combined with Al's humor, it was magic. I couldn't put this book down and I wanted to know what happened next.
As for the villain of the story, the author really did a great job portraying a character that was pure evil and psychotic. There were times when I needed a bit of a buffer before I went to bed, lest I get nightmares from reading about the villain. That was how good it was!
Finally, I loved the character of Bear. Bless him, he was so adorable, literally like a teddy bear. He was such a gentle spirit, but also a protective one. Oh, and he was a great cook as well! I do also want to mention that, though this book's cover wasn't my favorite -- I've been known to judge a book by its cover -- I was glad that I read it. Oh my gosh, so good!
I would highly recommend this book, or if you want to start from the very beginning, check out The Girl That Care Forgot trilogy. If you love action with a little bit of romance, you would really enjoy reading these books.
As the
personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver,
Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on
ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when
the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after
their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting
impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub
Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her
sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging
to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will
Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to
haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
When a commotion broke out somewhere
not too far behind Declan’s table, he
twisted in his chair to see what was going on. His brow crinkled.
“I’ll be back,” he said without
looking at his employees.
Declan stood and made a beeline for
the hallway leading to the restrooms, stopping
when he came to a guy in a suit and a woman he recognized.
“Is there a problem here?” he asked.
The woman spun around to see him,
shock and perhaps a little fear written all over
her features. “Mr. Cage?”
“I see we’ve made progress, Ms.
Brooks. You’ve remembered my name twice today.”
“There’s no problem, buddy,” the man
said, puffing his chest out, reminiscent of a
peacock. “You need to go back to your table and mind your own damn
business.”
“The lady is my business.” He hooked
his fingers around Tiffany’s elbow and
maneuvered her beside him. “Are you all right? Is this guy
bothering you?”
She gazed up at him with large blue
eyes. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”
“It didn’t look that way to me.”
The guy she was with squared his
shoulders. “Listen, asshole.” The distinct smell of
alcohol rolled from his breath. Obviously, The Suit couldn’t hold
his liquor and falsely
thought he was some sort of tough guy when he drank. “The lady
said everything is
fine.”
“You’ve had one too many,” Declan
said. “You should probably go home before you
do something you’ll regret.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are
to tell me what to do?” The man stupidly poked
his finger into Declan’s chest. “Besides, I won’t have any regrets
about beating you like a
redheaded stepchild.”
The dude was a walking cliché. What
a douchebag.
“I haven’t had a beating since I was
nine, and I doubt you’re going to change my track record, but you’re more than
welcome to try.” He tucked Tiffany behind him in a purely protective move.
“I’ll even let you take the first swing.”
Tiffany tugged the back of his shirt
and said, “There’s no need to make a scene.”
“No scene here, sugar. I’m only
giving the guy what he wants.”
The man in the dark suit took a
horrible roundhouse swing. Declan didn’t put any
real effort behind his counter move. He ducked to the right. The
guy missed, spun
around, and stumbled away. He figured Mr. Fancypants had had
enough, but no. It took
The Suit a second, then he straightened and came toward Declan,
all wild-eyed and
doing a boogedy-boo, I’m-crazy-scary motion with his arms.
Declan waited until he came close
again then punched the man in the nose.
Immediately, the guy’s own blood soiled his silver-white shirt and
tie. He staggered
back, dazed, before he cupped his hands over his nose. Blood
dripped from his fingers,
dribbled down his wrist, and trickled over the expensive watch he
wore.
“I think you broke my nose,” he
mumbled in a nasal sound from behind his hands.
Declan’s men had flanked him—feet
spread, arms at their sides. He ignored them and nodded. “Yep. It’s broken.”
“Hey! Hey,” the manager of The Last
Inning sputtered, waggling his bony finger at
them as he came over. “I’m not having this kind of thing going on
in my establishment.”
The Suit kept his nose covered, but
aimed his pinky at Declan. “He started it by—”
“No,” the manager said. “I don’t
want to hear it, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who
started what.” He turned to glower at Declan. “Pay your bill then
all of you, get out.”
“This ought to cover it.” Jett handed
the manager a hundred.
He practically ripped the money from
Jett’s hand.
“Fine. Now, go,” he said, shooing
them away.
“No problem. We’re leaving,” Declan
said and took Tiffany by the hand. She trailed
behind him while they headed for the door then, suddenly, she
resisted. He stopped and
studied her, unsure what the holdup was. She held her right foot
out. His gaze started at
the pointed toe of her black shoe, skimmed up her shapely leg,
hip, small nipped waist,
bountiful breasts, slender neck, nose, and then finally looked
into her eyes. “What?”
“Shoes,” she said in an exasperated
tone. “You’re pulling me too hard, and I’m
walking too fast on a tile floor. I’m stumbling.”
He glanced at the spiked heels and
shook his head. “I’ll slow down.”
He slowed their pace but didn’t let
go of her until they made their way outside and
into the cool night air.
Standing beneath the covered porch
of the sports bar, he observed his workers come
out, their expressions serious.
“What’s going on, DC?” Jett asked.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He
motioned with his hand. “Guys, this is Tiffany
Brooks, by the way. Tiffany, that’s Jett, one of my foremen, and
over there is Chris. Chris
is my concrete guy.”
“Hi,” she said in a small voice.
Jett and Chris nodded. “Ma’am,” they
said, almost in unison.
“You guys go on home,” Declan said.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you sure you don’t need us to
stick around?” Jett asked.
“Naw.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Declan pulled his wallet
from his back pocket and plucked a stack of
twenties out. “Here, Jett.”
Jett waved. “You don’t need to pay
me back for the bill.”
“I do,” said Declan. Jett
reluctantly took the money. “Go on home, and get some rest.”
He shoved his wallet into the pocket
he’d pulled it from.
Once his workers left, he gave
Tiffany his undivided attention. “I want you to tell me
why the man you were with was shaking you, maraca style?”
Adult Excerpt:
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim
clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool
air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased
with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on
her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your
itch, don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,
“Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of
the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he
tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his
palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Good?”
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and
licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her
mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing
the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to
experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The
awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her
feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him
even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done
before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of
her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave
him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat
before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.
She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine
ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this
time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across
her caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Author Bio & Links:
London
Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met
the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky
Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who
thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author,
London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that
big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring
characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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trilogy. If you love action with a little bit of romance, you would really enjoy reading these books. 
