Friday, January 16, 2015

ARC REVIEW BLOG TOUR - The Club (The Club Series #1) by Lauren Rowe

Title:   The Club (The Club Series Book #1)
Author:   Lauren Rowe
Genre:   Contemporary Romance
Release Day:   January 5, 2015

When playboy businessman Jonas Faraday receives a private note from the anonymous intake agent assigned to process his online application to an exclusive sex club, he becomes obsessed with finding her and giving her the sexual satisfaction she claims has always eluded her, in order to fulfill his own desperate need for redemption.

Sarah: When I read Jonas Faraday’s brutally honest personal message on his application to The Club, I practically climaxed at my desk. I’m an idiot to risk losing my job but I couldn't resist contacting him. I knew my confession would be like dangling an irresistible carrot in front of his nose—but never in a million years did I think he’d actually hunt me down.

Jonas: I was shocked to get my intake agent’s email—I’d attached that note to my application on a whim, never expecting a reply from an actual person, let alone a reply as mind blowing as that. Her message was so alluring, so irresistible, I’ve been spiraling into a full-blown obsession ever since I got it. What’s her name? What does she look like? Finding her is my top priority.

In The Club, what starts out as an innocent exploration of sexual attraction quickly spirals into a steamy story of unbridled passion, obsession, heartbreak, and, ultimately, redemption.

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I sit down on the bed, my erection poking up from beneath my towel. I can’t stop staring at the picture.
            “Thank you,” I type. “You’re beautiful. I can’t stop looking at the photo. I’m totally obsessed.”
            “I know the feeling,” her reply comes back immediately.
            I practically growl with excitement upon getting her reply. “Tell me your name,” I quickly write.
            “No,” she replies—again, immediately.
I can barely contain myself. This woman is somewhere in this city right now, staring at me through her computer screen. My heart is racing. “Not fair. You know my name,” I type.
            “Life isn’t fair.”
            I half-smile at my screen. “Ain’t that the truth,” I type. Truer words were never spoken. I sigh. “If not your name, tell me something else. How about your age?”
            “I just turned 24.”
            I’m thrilled. She finally threw me a bone. And I’m relieved, too—twenty-four is good. Very good. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Happy Birthday,” I type, smiling.
            “Thank you.”
            “Pisces, then?”
“Oh my God. You did not just ask me, ‘What’s your sign?’”
I laugh out loud. “Yeah, I guess I did. I’m dumb like that sometimes.”
“With cheesy pickup lines like that, it’s clearly thanks to your supernatural good looks and not your sparkling personality that you’ve managed to be worshipped as a supreme sex-god by so many. Gosh, I expected a little more panache from you, Mr. Faraday. Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of woman wizard? Oh, wait, that’s only inside the four walls of your bedroom—never on the outside.”
I can’t help but smile from ear to ear. She’s kicking my ass again. I love it. “You’re right. I’m not very good at this.” And it’s true. I mean, I can talk to women, of course. I can even flirt. Sort of. But I’ve never been great at doing it. And especially not in a situation like this—when I can’t look into her eyes and get a read on her. “I’m hopeless at small talk,” I type.
 “There’s no such thing.”
“No such thing as small talk?”
“No such thing as hopelessness. There’s always hope. ‘We must accept infinite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.’”
Oh God. My cock has been leaping and lurching throughout our entire exchange, but my brain just joined the fray, too. “Who said that?”
“Martin Luther King Jr.,” she types.
She’s a whole new breed of woman I’ve never encountered before. I exhale loudly. “Here’s one,” I type. “’Hope is the dream of a waking man.’”
            “Oh, I like that. Who’s that?”
“That’d be an awesome episode of Epic Rap Battles of History—Martin Luther King Jr. vs. Aristotle. Hard to say who’d win.”
 I grunt. “Stop trying to distract me, My Beautiful Intake Agent. I know exactly what you’re trying to do, but I demand to know more about you. Come on.”
“Okay, okay. You’ve worn me down, especially when you ‘demand’ like that. You’re so manly when you do that, by the way—I like it. Okay, here’s everything: I am a woman. I am 24. I have a Maltese named Kiki. I buy her little outfits with rhinestones on them. She is my world. The End.”
She’s killing me right now, even as I’m laughing out loud. “Come on. Please. Tell me something real,” I type.
I sigh. Jesus, she’s frustrating. “Because you know everything and I know nothing. It’s not fair. Where’s your sense of fair play and justice?”
“Just so you know, I’m sighing right now. Oh, and rolling my eyes, too.”
“Okay, okay. You wore me down again. You’re so persuasive, Mr. Faraday. Irresistible! Okay, here you go: Blah, blah, blah. Prelude, prelude, prelude.”

I burst out laughing. That’s fucked up. I never under any other circumstance would have disclosed my thoughts about “prelude” to a woman—especially a woman I’m trying to get into bed.
I would just  like to know where I (and my beloved Maltese Kiki) can sign up to become a member of the Jonas Faraday club.

This is a book that literally pulled me into the story from the first page, and trust when I say that I was pretty pissed off when real life had the nerve to interrupt while I was immersed in the story.

First, I love the way the characters are written, along with their dialogue. It's all very real and down to earth, just like normal people speak everyday, and that to me makes a story much more fun to read. It's easy to visualize the characters talking as if they're sitting next to you because the dialogue flows so well. None of that stiff way of speaking like if you're being interviewed. Not only that, Jonas and Sarah will readily admit that they have flaws and aren't perfect, which is a breath of fresh air (at least to me anyway. Who wants to read about couples who are always so perfect and never have morning breath?)

There is no denying the chemistry between Jonas and Sarah. But there is more to them than just bumping uglies doing the horizontal tango; hell, Jonas halfway fell in love with Sarah just from her email response before they even actually met. Behind the sad, melancholy eyes of Jonas is a man who is destined to become one of the best book boyfriends in the history of foreverness. No BS, wait until you read the reason why he took her to Belize. I mean dayum, makes ME want to swoon (and look at my husband with the hairy eyeball lol).

Now don't go thinking that these two characters are just perfect by themselves and even more awesome when they're together, because they both have issues from their pasts that have molded them into the characters we meet in this book. While Sarah's past was traumatizing, Jonas' childhood abruptly ended when he was seven years old with a devastating loss that he was unfortunate enough to have witnessed, and he believes it was all his fault.  

There are a few hot sexy times in this book, but that's not all it's about, we actually get a bit of a discovery as well as revenge for said discovery, that leaves us with a cliffhanger. But luckily we don't have to wait that long to get the next book!
ARC provided in exchange for honest review.

Title:   The Reclamation (The Club Series Book #2)
Author:   Lauren Rowe
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Day:   January 26, 2015

Jonas and Sarah’s addictive love story picks up right where the first book left off, hurtling to a heart-stopping conclusion that will leave readers breathless and screaming for the unforgettable final installment of The Club Trilogy.

Sarah: “My entire life has spiraled into chaos—and yet, all I can think about is my raging, thumping, insatiable addiction to Jonas’ magical touch. He’s unleashed an all-consuming hunger inside me that can only be satisfied when Jonas finally surrenders to me the same way I’ve surrendered to him—mind, body and soul.”

White Lies — Rx Bandits
Pony — Far (a badass rock cover of the Genuwine song, highly recommend you check it out)
Melt With You — Modern English
Lick It Before You Stick It —Denise La Salle (it’s about exactly what the title suggests)
I Just Want To Make Love To You — Muddy Waters (perfection)
I Want You  — Bob Dylan
Do I Wanna Know — Arctic Monkeys
Locked Out of Heaven —Bruno Mars
Madness — Muse
Closer —Nine Inch Nails

About the author:   
Lauren Rowe is the pen name of an author and singer-songwriter who decided to use an alter ego in writing THE CLUB TRILOGY to ensure she didn't hold back in writing the story. (And she didn't.) Lauren lives in San Diego, California where she performs with her band, writes, and hangs out with her family and friends. 

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