My lovely readers, after I celebrated the release day of Aimee Nicole Walker’s Someone to Call My Own, the second book in her Road to Blissville series, I am happy to present you my review. See this blog tour post for a cool giveaway and a cool excerpt. 🙂
My release blitz post can be read here.
*~~*ARC kindly provided by the author to me in exchange for an honest review *~~*
Emory, the main character of this book picked my interest when we met him in the last book, Unscripted Love, not only because he had a different appearance but also because he was pretty closed and secretive, which made me curious.
I really liked the paranormal aspect in the book, it gives it a nice, kinda magical touch. Of course for people who don’t believe in things like this the book may be too vague and superstitious. For me it worked fine and therefore I liked it.
Em is a pretty interesting character and I liked how he tried to keep his grief over his passed husband but is confused by his connection to Jonathon, short Jon. You really can relate to his feelings, he is hesitant to bond a second time but he also can’t keep himself from Jon.
Jon is another character who helds grief, but not for a passed husband or lover but his brother. The reason for his death is explained in one of the books in the Curl Up and Dye Mysteries series, therefore maybe it would be better to know them. Although it’s stated you can read it as a stand alone. I haven’t read the series yet could follow the events, but I am still curious about some events, so, the advise is given. 🙂
I really was more into the story than Uncripted Love which confused me a bit, on the other hand we had a few events in this book which were told in books before. It’s nice to have a refresher here and there but a bit shorter and more focus on the MC would have been perfect. 🙂
The erotic in the book is really good, but the book is pretty slow burn overall and therefore you have to be pretty patient until both guys fall for each other. 😀 You also have to like or at least accept that Jon is sleeping with another guy at one moment in the book, and although the guilt is there, some may think it’s cheating and don’t like it. I want to give a fair warning. I am normally not into cheating myself but I could understand Jon’s guilt, his deep feelings for Em and therefore it was a thing I could forgive.
The character make a development within the book, Em is also changing his style, something I’m not sure I like. xD For the story and the suspense it is fitting.
The book has its flaws, some things were a bit repetitive and unnecessary, the overall tone and the balance between the angst, the grief and the start of a new relationship between Jon and Em well displayed.
4.5 out of 5 stars. I liked it a bit more than the first book. It was nice to have reappearing character. 🙂 Because of that I therefore recommend to read the other books in the universe too, to get the necessary content.
Title: Someone to Call My Own
Series: Roads to Blissville # 2
Author: Aimee Nicole Walker
Genre: M/M Romance, Paranormal
Release Date: September 5, 2017
Publisher: Chasing Rainbows Press/ self published
Length: 223 pages
Cover artist: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Add to you bookshelf:
(click on the button or this link)
Psychic Emory Jackson and former black ops specialist Jonathon Silver are men from two completely different worlds with one thing in common: heartbreak. Emory still mourns the loss of his husband five years prior, and Jon is reeling with grief from the recent death of his twin brother.
Sparks fly when mutual friends introduce them, but it’s so much more than basic attraction. There’s an undeniable awareness and a sense of belonging that neither man can deny. Despite Emory’s premonition of a future with Jon, he has vowed never to love again. Jon is convinced that his tainted soul is the reason he will never have someone to call his own. What if they’re both wrong?
Maybe these broken men with their jagged edges could somehow align perfectly to form something whole and beautiful. But will that realization come too late for them?
The full jacket cover
“I think we need to clear the air,” Jonathon said in a calm, rational voice.
“There’s nothing to clear,” I countered. “I’m nothing to you; you’re nothing to me.”
“You think it’s that simple?” Jonathon took two steps toward me. I took three steps back. Jon jerked to a stop when he saw my reaction. “Emory…” He broke off and ran both his hands through his hair. “I know you felt it the night we met. I saw your eyes widen in surprise when the electricity shot through our bodies.”
“So.” Denying it existed wasn’t working. It was time to change tactics. “That doesn’t mean I want or will act on it.” I ran my hand over the infinity tattoo I had inked over my heart. It felt like River’s name was burning my skin like he knew the truth and was calling me a liar. Or, maybe it was anxiety that gripped my heart in its tight fist. Whatever the reason, I felt lightheaded and dizzy. Suddenly, my body felt cold and hot at the same time, and tiny little needles pricked my skin from head to toe. I licked my lips that had suddenly gone dry and numb.
“Emory?” I heard Jonathon’s voice, but it sounded like he was calling to me at the end of a very long tunnel instead of five feet away. He walked toward me, but I kept backing away. I hoped he would stop, but I saw the determination in his eyes. “Emory, I just want to help you.”
“Then leave,” I wheezed between gasps.
“I’d never leave anyone alone in this condition,” Jonathon said angrily. “Now be quiet and let me help you.” He gripped my bicep firmly, but not painfully, and guided me to a kitchen chair. He gently set me in the chair then placed his hand on my stomach beneath the center of my ribs and the other on my chest. I burned beneath his touch. I wrapped my hands around his thick wrists and tried to push his hands off of me. “Stop it, Emory,” he said firmly. “You’re hyperventilating, and I can help you. I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”
Hot tears of humiliation flowed freely down my face. No one had ever seen me in the midst of a panic attack and I’d always been able to pull myself out of them on my own. That one was different, and I knew I needed help.
“Ignore my hands on your body, but look into my eyes and listen to me.” His demanding, deep voice was nearly hypnotic. “Inhale deeply through your nose, Emory. Hold it for a count of three and release it slowly. When you do, you’ll feel my hands moving up and down with your lungs, and your brain will recognize you’re breathing even before the fresh oxygen pushes the carbon dioxide out of your body. Do it with me, Emory.”
I breathed in slowly, held it for three seconds, and released it. I focused on the way his hands moved up and down with my breathing and pretended that I expelled all the bad energy with every exhale. I repeated the process ten or twelve times before I was completely calm again.
Jonathon pulled his hands off of me and balled them into fists. He didn’t look angry or like he wanted to hit me. It looked like he needed to do something with his hands but wasn’t sure what. He lowered himself into a chair beside me.
“What caused your panic attack?”
“You,” I replied sullenly.
“Emory, I haven’t done anything to you so why would the sight of me cause you to panic?” Jonathon sounded truly baffled and a little insulted.
I knew it would take drastic measures to push him away, so I let him have it with both barrels. “I had a psychic vision about you—well. Us.”
Author bio – Aimee Nicole Walker
I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy
who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees.
I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever-after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.
There is a giveaway to win a $10 Amazon Giftcard
Your chance to win *click*
Please note: the giveaway is not sponsored, administered or endorsed by Mikku-chan / A World full of Words.
Release blitz & blog tour hosted gracefully by Michelle Slagan