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3/25/2018

Excerpt and Review: Invitation to the Blues


My review and info on  IG tour at the end of this post!





Invitation to the Blues (Small Change #2)

Publisher: Monster Press

Release Date (Print & Ebook): March 28th, 2018

Length (Print & Ebook): About 81,000 words

Subgenre: Contemporary romance

Content warning: depression, suicide, thoughts of worthlessness, food issues




Links:

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2GdIBgN

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2EnDP3V

Ibooks: https://apple.co/2BFfDaM

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2C9aiJP

Angus & Robinson: http://bit.ly/2Cudrzz

Book blurb:

Eight months ago Jude Lucen fled his partner, his career, and a hospital in Boston after a suicide attempt. Now back in Philadelphia, he feels like a complete failure. Piano has always been his passion and his only escape. Without it, he has nothing. Well, nothing except a pathetic crush on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen.

Faron Locklear came to Philly looking for a fresh start and has thrown himself into tattooing at Small Change. He’s only met Jude a few times, but something about the red-haired man with the haunted eyes calls to him. Faron is blown away by Jude’s talent. What he isn’t expecting is the electricity he feels the first time they kiss—and the way Jude’s needs in bed speak directly to his own deepest desires.

Jude and Faron fall fast and hard, but Jude has spent a lifetime learning that he can’t be what the people he loves need. So when the opportunity arises to renew his career in Boston, he thinks he has to choose: music, or Faron? Only by taking a huge risk—and finally believing he’s worthy of love just as he is—can he have the chance for both.

The Small Change series is set in the Middle of Somewhere universe and features crossover characters from that series. Each book can be read on its own.

Content warning: This book contains explicit discussion of depression, anxiety, attempted suicide, and feelings of worthlessness.

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Excerpt:

My problem with Faron was that he was stunning.

He was tall and taut, with broad shoulders and an elegant neck. His tawny brown skin was flawless and he had dreamy, gray-brown eyes that always seemed to focus on something in a plane beyond this one. His riot of corkscrew curls was sometimes loose, but today was caught up in a topknot. It had been bleached nearly white when I first met him and was now growing out. His cheekbones were high and broad, casting shadows that made him look like he was candlelit from every angle. His mouth was lush and full, and his rare smiles turned his chiseled beauty to a warmth so engaging that you didn’t ever want him to look away from you.

His beauty was a problem because it made me want him and I hated wanting anything. Desire was the beginning of disappointment.

It wasn’t just his looks, though. I could’ve handled that. I’d known a lot of beautiful people.

No, it was everything.

He was graceful and forceful at the same time. His focus was intense, whether it was on the things that only he saw or on whoever he was listening to. And he made me feel calm—as if he held the whole world in his hands and slowed it down or sped it up to whatever speed I was going.

It was intoxicating: a promise of peace as long as I was in his presence.

A hope.

And hope was even worse than desire.

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A chance to win 2 e-copies of any back catalog book by Roan Parrish: 



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About Roan Parrish:

Roan Parrish lives in Philadelphia, where she is gradually attempting to write love stories in every genre.

When not writing, she can usually be found cutting her friends’ hair, meandering through whatever city she’s in while listening to torch songs and melodic death metal, or cooking overly elaborate meals. She loves bonfires, winter beaches, minor chord harmonies, and self-tattooing. One time she may or may not have baked a six-layer chocolate cake and then thrown it out the window in a fit of pique.




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My review:

Invitation to the Blues Invitation to the Blues by Roan Parrish
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*I was gifted this ARC and freely give my review of it*
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This book truly ripped me open and a lot of the reason is that I can relate to Jude’s challenges with anxiety. I cried and read, cried a little more, read again and cried and so on.......
I loved it❣️

This is some of the reasons why (I can’t say all I want because of spoilers):

* Excellent storyline
* Characters that came alive and emotionally wrecked me, most of all because I can relate to Jude and his challenges and I have highlighted the hell out of this book.
* No unnecessary descriptions of surroundings
* Enough dialogues to keep my interest and keeping the story going forward whiteout loosing momentum.
* Some of the most tender and sweet love scenes I’ve read to this day.
* I love Faron and his calm personality, he reminds me of a person presence in my own life in some ways. Jude deserves a person like that in his life.

When I sit here writing my review, I feel an urge to discuss this book and I’m afraid I will end up with spoilers if I write more so I settle with this:

I recommend this book and I actually declare it the best MM romance I’ve read so far this year.
5 stars 🌟

Quotes and Highlights:

“My desperation to be better, to be fixed, to be transformed was deeper and burned brighter than any acceptance I’d gained or kindness I had found for myself.“

“It was so easy to forget that even though I was always being forced to think about myself, not everyone else did.“

“Sometimes my battery lasted all day, sometimes only an hour, but it always happened this way: I was there until I wasn’t, with no warning in between.“

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “Don’t ever be sorry for who you are.”

“You are how you are,” she said, eyes intent. “You’re not the problem. You’re the whole thing. The good and the bad. You’re not one element of your own life. You’re all of it.”

“But you focus only on the ways you’ve failed to have relationships on other people’s terms. By rules you didn’t make. And if you do that? If you only judge yourself by whether you’ve mastered someone else’s game? You’ll fail every time.”

“Being able to see things from someone else’s perspective is never a weakness.”

“I cried because I finally knew what it felt like to love someone more than I hated myself.“

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Tomorrow I will be among the hosts in this IG tour:








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