The Book Whore-der's Delights: Stealing Time by SL Siwik Review, Excerpt and Playlist

Synopsis:

Delaney Beaumont is more likely to flip you the bird

than she is to say hello.

A workaholic during the week as a free-lance graphic designer, by weekend she's a partying alcoholic.

Laney's MO is always the same: party and

drink until she blacks out.

Every weekend she wakes up in bed with a strange man and no memory of how she wound up there.

But, she doesn't care.

Because when she leaves his apartment,

she'll never see him again.

It's the way she's gone about it for years and it suits her needs just fine.

That is...until the day she wakes up in Jackson Turner's bed.

Jackson Turner is a tattoo artist and owner of

four shops in the Colorado area.

He wanted Delaney from the moment he set eyes on her.

Their night together is nothing short of crazy, and Jackson knows that he has to have Laney in his life for good.

Convincing her, while dealing with the consequences of their night together, will be easier said than done.

If you love someone set them free.

Then get ready with a bottle of Jack.

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Sally's Review

Oh Delaney....... Quit running from Jackson!!!

I sure as hell wouldn't!
His hot bod, tons of tattoos, hammerhead. Gaaaah! I fell in love with him!
She was so dumb for running away (don't worry she comes back).

He's the effing total package.

Pretty sure he is my favorite book boyfriend to this day.

I <3 this book!!!

The bond delaney and Jackson have is unreal, rare, once in a lifetime.

(I had that once)

Totally give Stealing Time 5 stars!!!!!

AVAILABLE APRIL 6, 201

Excerpt:

Delaney

A loud buzzing sound goes off and

I moan out in pain from my head pounding.

Grabbing the silk wrapped pillow, I throw it over my head as I bury myself into the mattress like an ostrich into the sand.

Hmm, I like the feel of the material against my naked body.

So, I fucked someone last night with nice sheets.

Score!

I searched my addled brain to remember what

happened the night before.

Here are the facts that I remember: I

drank a shit ton of Jaeger Bombs last night at

Club Indigo before blacking out.

Where am I?

No fuckin’ clue.

Who’s next to me?

Your guess is probably better than mine.

I’m not too worried though, because Double D,

that’s Drunk Delaney,

the person who comes out in me when I blackout,

has never done me wrong.

My pussy senses hotness in a five mile radius,

and Double D, she’s a deal closer.

So, I’m not freaking out about all of my unknowns right now, because that’s part of the fun- trying to piece together the ‘what the fuck happened’ from the night before.

Usually I don’t get answers, and I’m alright with that too. Because whoever this is next to me had

his one night of glory.

His five minutes of fame in my world.

I don’t ride stallions a second time.

I don’t do ‘do overs’ either.

I don’t even bother with names.

What’s the point?

When I walk out that door, I’ll never see them again.

This is how it’s been for the last six years,

and it suits me just fine.

“Turn that off!”

I grumble, smacking something hard next to me.