Saturday, July 5, 2014

Blog Tour ~ Keeping Jahleel by S. Ann Cole

Keeping Jahleel
Loving All Wrong #1.5
by S. Ann Cole

Note to self:

If an arsehole tells you he's yours, believe him.
If a good guy tells you he's yours, be dubious.
Good guys lie, because their 'good' reputation makes it so easy.
Arseholes never lie. Because they have no reason to. They don't care about your ‘feelings'. They just slap ya' with the hard truths.
And nothing hurts more than the truth, right?
So basically, Hard Truth is an arsehole's most precious weapon.
I wish I'd known all this. I wouldn't have been so distrustful, nagging, annoying, and jealous. I wouldn't have been the girlfriend every guy hates to have.
Keeping Jahleel shouldn't have been that hard. I had him. He was mine. He loved me.
He assured me of this. Over and over.
And I should've believed.
I should've kept my mouth—and legs—shut.
I should've believed when he told me he was mine, and mine alone.
Because arseholes
never lie.

A follow-up novella to JAHLEEL

June 15th

Forcing a smile, I nodded, and he slung an arm around my neck rude-boy style, moving out to the dance floor.
We stole the middle of the floor just as Bruno Mars' Just the Way You Are began playing. Jahleel gave me his famous crooked grin and tugged me into him, crushing his lips to mine right there in front of everyone.
Surprised by the attack, I pressed a hand to his chest, but only to gain balance so I could kiss him back, as his arm was still hooked around my neck, making me feel like a biker's Old Lady.
Breaking the kiss, he stared down at me for a long moment, his golden eyes something fierce in the dark. Then he mouthed, "You're amazing," before unhooking his arm from around me, and in one smooth flow, caught me with his other hand and reeled me out, my hair whipping around, then he pulled me back in.
A happy giggle bubbled from me at the sudden movement.
He started dancing, and I was no longer in control of my feet. He moved for both of us. Hands on my waist, guiding me. Of course, he knew I couldn't dance, so he was doing me a huge favor.
The song bled into another, and then another, and we danced and danced. Me grinning like an idiot the whole way through. Music blaring, people moving, dancing, yet I saw only one person. Jahleel. For me, no one else was in the room but us. I loved him so much.
"Can't believe…I've been missin' out on this…all these years," Jahleel whispered brokenly into my ear as we rocked slowly to Christina Perri's A Thousand Years. "You're such a spectacular fuckin' view, Sassy. Priceless. Fuckin' priceless. Don't wanna look anywhere else but here. Through any other windows but your eyes. Walk through any other door but your heart."
I stared up at him, unblinking, as his words seeped deep into my soul. I felt like I've been loving him for a thousand years, too. And it was so surreal that we were finally together. We fought, we worried, we doubted, but in the end, we knew we belonged together. We knew we were each other's forevers.
A tear stained my cheek, and Jahleel gave me a faint smile, wiping it away with his thumb.
"Do you love me?"
"Forever," I answered without hesitation.
"Good," he said. "'Cause I love me, too. Nice knowing I'm not the only who thinks I'm the shit."
Giggling like the giggly sluts I hated so much, I smacked his arm. "Arse."
He watched me with soft eyes like he adored the crap out of me.
Of course, Lion had to bloody interrupt. Again. "Bodyguard's been briefed. Free to go now."
We started off the dance floor, and Jahleel leaned down to whisper, "So, do the cocky assholes usually get into the British girls' panties at the end of the night?"
"No," I answered with a serious expression. "They usually get hair-gripping blow-jobs. British style."

*****5 -Rip my heart out, Angst overload- Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~

"You two are explosive. Tragic. Bad shit happens when you get together. You love better when apart. But now that you're together again, I'm gon' be the third man in the relationship. Sorry for interlopin’, but I see money, and we all can make a shit ton if we play this the right—"
"We're not playing anything," Jahleel seethed, ire stroked. "Sassy and I are in a relationship. Engaged. This is not a game or a fuckin' business. It's called love, dipshit."
"Wouldya look at that." Lion grinned. "Jahleel MuthaFuckin' Kingston talkin' ‘bout love. Haha!"

I fell head-over-heals in love with this couple during the first book, so when the email came through for this blog tour I was All. Over. It. I even re-read 'Jahleel' for a refresher and just because, it's been a few months and I guess I just wanted to see if I would love it as much the second time around....I loved it MORE. But it also proved to remind me just how volatile their relationship is, they love so deeply but they are their own worst enemies. Well book two was loaded with just as much drama and angst, if not more, with some truly gutwrenching, ugly-tear inducing, was harsh, yet breathtaking. That is hard to pull off, but this author is so very good at it ;)

"You must understand that I'm nothing without you, JK. You must understand that you are my air, my purpose, the reason I wake up in the mornings. You must understand how much I need you, crave you, love you. You must understand why I'm being so whiny and pesty and perpetually seeking your assurance: it's because I'm my own enemy, my own murderer. I fear my own self and what I'll do to me if I don't have you. My obsession with you is deep. My love for you is depraved. You must understand that you cannot leave me."

~Saskia Day is finally with the man she loves, Jahleel Kingston, after five long years of obsessing over him- but it has not been easy. They have been through hell and back; cheating, lying, secrets, a long lost child, and a suicide attempt-but they have come out the other side, together. Saskia should be happy and secure in her relationship, she is engaged to the man after all, but she's not. She may put on the act for the world that she is a strong and confident woman, but inside she is an insecure jumbled mess. She has Jahleel, but now she fears she may not be able to keep him. Every day is spent wondering if he'll cheat again, if he really loves her, if he'll bolt at the first sign of trouble, and she wonders just how long he will be able to deal with her insecurities.

You are my light. You are my world. I've never truly smiled until you. Never truly laughed until you. Never truly lived until you. Never truly loved until you. And I don't ever wanna lose you. I don't wanna know the future without you in it. You are mine. Do you believe me?"

~Jahleel Kingston has never been happier...for the most part. His Sassy is finally his, she owns him completely and that fact may terrify him but he wouldn't give her up for the world. She has changed his life and he loves her more than anything; if only he could get her to believe that. He fears he may spend the rest of his life trying to get her to trust him again and the fact that his personal life has suddenly been thrust into the public eye to such an extreme has him on edge. He is a very private person and the sudden media frenzy is proving to be a difficult adjustment; but he would do anything for Sassy and deals with it the best he can. But people make mistakes, no one knows this quite as well as these two, and when Saskia naively trust the wrong person- their relationship takes a hit that they may not be able to recover from.

"I want you."
"You already have me," his sincere voice told me.
"Yes, I do. But…I want to keep you. How do I keep you? Tell me. Please."
"Funny." He laughed humorlessly, moving in and pressing his lips to mine. Our foreheads bumped each other's next. Our breathing audible, mixing. Wide, passive grey eyes met warm, unreadable gold. "Was just here askin' myself the same thing: How do I keep a woman like Saskia Day?" His head tilted to the side, mocking. "Tell me. Please."
I smiled, relaxing a little. "All you have to do is stay. Through cool flames and fiery waters."
"Well,then"—he smiled back—"you've got your answer."

Grab the tissues, you will need them; S. Ann Cole amps up the angst and heartache to all new levels is this one. If you thought the first book was rough, nothing will prepare you for what she has in store for this one. And yet....I loved every damn minute of it! Okay, maybe not every minute. OH!!! and bonus-the POV's in this book jump back and forth between Saskia & Jahleel. Being in that man's head was wicked. One thing I know for sure is, I am in no way ready to say good-bye to these two. I am desperately hoping that we will get to see a lot more of them in future books-from the research I did on Goodreads, it looks like the next book will be for Chad and I have no doubt that will be a rough ride as well. I am very much looking forward to it. This author has certainly landed herself on my 'One-Click Addiction' list and I don't see her going anywhere any time soon.

We fought, we worried, we doubted, but in the end, we knew we belonged together. We knew we were each other's forevers.
A tear stained my cheek, and Jahleel gave me a faint smile, wiping it away with his thumb.
"Do you love me?"
"Forever," I answered without hesitation.
"Good," he said. "'Cause I love me, too. Nice knowing I'm not the only who thinks I'm the shit."
Giggling like the giggly sluts I hated so much, I smacked his arm. "Arse." 

Loving All Wrong #1
by S. Ann Cole

A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession...
I’m an idiot.
I’m too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live.
I lack common sense.
I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.
What’s worst? He didn’t even notice me.
Yep. You guessed right: I’m delusional. I’m obsessed. I’m a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.
I’ve allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.
But I won’t apologize for it. I won’t apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston.
I’ve loved him at first sight. I’ve loved him for five empty years. I’ve loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.
I love him even now.
My name is Saskia Day. I’m British. I’m famous. I’m stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.
Read at your own bloody risk.

 S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they do jump out and try to attack her, the suckers will die…
She hates chocolate, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, Chris Brown and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.
Jokey people are her favorite people, as laughter is the way to her heart.
Ann hopes that one day, the right day, when it’s her time (because nothing happens before its time), her hard work will be noticed and appreciated, and she’ll become a “bestselling author”…
But she’s guessing that might not be likely if she continues to write such sucky author bios.
When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups, studying the Bible, or guzzling booze.