Sunday, 27 December 2015

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Samantha Towle's "The Storm (The Storm #3.5)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour & Giveaway for Samantha Towle's "The Storm (The Storm #3.5)."
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STORM (noun)—a turbulent disturbance; a disruption or dispute.

Jake Wethers’s life is perfect. He’s married to the woman he’s always loved, and they have three beautiful children. The Mighty Storm is still going strong, and his record label is thriving.

Jake has everything—a life he thought he would never have and one that he didn’t think he deserved.

Not so long ago, Jake’s life wasn’t perfect. The unexpected and untimely death of his best friend, Jonny Creed, sent an already out-of-control Jake spiraling down further. 

Drug addiction. Alcohol. Women. 

Jake was in the fast lane to following Jonny to the grave until Tru Bennett walked back into his life and changed everything.

But now, the past that Jake left behind has come back to find him. And what the past brings with it is going to be one of the biggest challenges he has ever faced.

Review: Surj 

I don't know what it is about the lads from the Mighty Storm, but whenever Samantha Towle puts pen to paper and writes about her boys (whether it be Jake or Tom or Denny or the others), she creates something special, something almost magical. There's this depth, this emotional attachment you can't help but feel right down to your very soul and there are not many authors who can pull that off and pull it off so darn well. This series and the characters are like family to me now and whenever we get a new book, it's like coming home, that warmth spreading from my head down to my toes, the smile growing ever bigger as I'm greeted by those I've grown to know and love over the last couple of years. And the minute I turned the first page of "The Storm," I felt it...that familiarity... that comfort as Jake, Tru and the gang welcomed me into another chapter of their lives. 

"Nothing in this life is a surety, Jake."
"The way I feel about you is. I've loved you my whole life, Tru. There hasn't been a 
single second in it when I haven't loved you, and I'll continue to love you until my 
fucking black soul is dragged from this earth, kicking and screaming to hell. 
Then, I'll continue to love you from there." 

This novella blew my mind. It was just .. wow and exceeded all of my expectations and then some. It's hard to go into any detail without spoiling it but "The Storm" really was something else. In fact I'm not sure how Samantha Towle did it? How did she get me feeling so much in so few pages? How did she manage to give me such a fantastic yet unexpected story that took my breath away in a novella? This book had it all. I swooned, I went weak at the knees, I got a little hot and bothered with the naughty stuff, I grinned like a cheshire cat, I laughed until my sides hurt but then I sobbed my heart out as the rug was pulled from right under me.. yup, have your tissues ready peeps because when it comes to Jake and The Mighty Storm, we all know it's never going to be plain sailing. 

"How do I tell her this?"
"Gently. You tell her gently, Jake."
"This is gonna hurt her- badly."

Despite what you might think, "The Storm" wasn't just a book about Jake, Tru and their ongoing journey although they did feature heavily. It was a book about all the boys from "The Mighty Storm" and as we were given insights into the best and the worst of the band as a group and as individuals,  we saw the past and the present collide. It was inevitable with the boys. Just as they had all found their HEA, just as they had all settled into domestic bliss (yes you read right!!!) there was always something or someone just waiting in the shadows, getting ready to rain on their parade but this time it wasn't just a bit of rain. This time it was the mother of all downpours and I wondered whether any of them would go unscathed.  

"You taste like the past," she murmurs against my lips. I don't know if that's 
a good think or a bad thing, and right now, I'm afraid to ask. 

Another amazing addition to "The Storm" series that really did tie up all the loose ends for the band. I can't believe it's over... is it? I can think of quite a few characters who deserve books of their own, don't you think Samantha Towle????? 

Hands down, "The Storm" gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


I’m just mid piss when I hear my baby girl’s sleepy voice from behind me, “Dada, why I not have a peenis?”

Shifting to the side so that I’m covering myself from Belle’s view, I glance over my shoulder, a chuckle escaping me. “’Cause you’re a girl, Beauty.”

“But I wanna be a boy, like you, JJ, and Billy.” She juts her lips out, pouting. “I wanna peenis!” 

She’s standing there, demanding a penis, in her Disney princess pajamas, with her arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping. 

God, she is exactly like her mother. Not that Tru ever wanted a cock—well, aside from mine inside her, of course.

But Belle has Tru’s steely determination, and she looks exactly like her mother, which means trouble for me when she’s older. 

But like I know how to handle my wife’s temperament, I know how to handle Belle.

“Okay, Beauty, how about this?” I say in a pacifying tone, holding in my laughter. I tuck myself back into my pajama pants and go to wash my hands. “Why don’t you ask Santa for a penis for Christmas?” The second that I’ve said it, I know that it sounds all kinds of wrong. It’s so wrong that I wish to God I could take it back.

“Santa, give me a peenis!” Belle starts squealing, jumping around and clapping her hands.

“Fuck. Shit! No!” I panic as soon as the words leave my mouth, knowing exactly what Belle is like. 

A goddamn parrot is what she’s like.

“Fuck! Shit! Santa, peenis!” Belle starts to mimic, hands still clapping together.

Crap. Tru is going to kill me. Kill me dead.

“Christ.” I cover my face with my hands. “Belle, no.” 

I reach down and pick her up. She wraps her little chubby legs around my hips, her hands clutching at my neck. 

“Don’t say those words. Bad words.” I touch my fingertip to her nose, staring into her big brown eyes—Tru’s eyes.

“Fuck. Sh—”

“Bad words,” I reiterate, giving her a serious look. “We do not repeat those words. Ever. And especially not in front of Mommy. Okay?”

“So, Santa gimme peenis if I say no bad wowds?”

“Oh God,” I groan.

“Santa! Peenis!” She giggles.

“Breakfast, Belle!” I exclaim. “You want some Frozen cereal?” I say to distract her. 

That fucking annoying Disney film is her favorite, and she will only eat that particular brand of cereal.

“Fwozen!” she shrieks. 

Then, she launches into the chorus of “Let It Go” as I carry her out of the bathroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen where my tribe should be.

About the Author

New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.


She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

Giveaway: The author is giving away a signed paperback of The Storm and an Amazon gift card $20/£20 depending on where the winner is from.

Samantha Towle's THE STORM Release Week Event

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