Saturday, February 18, 2017

Release Blitz & Review ~ We Are The Stars by Teagan Hunter

Title: We Are the Stars
Author: Teagan Hunter
Genre: NA Contemporary 16+
Release Date: February 16, 2017

“The dialogue was smart and witty; the emotion was authentic; and investing in the characters was effortless.” - Unofficial Book Club
“Loved it!! I can't say a whole lot without giving much away. So I will say, I LOVED the dynamic between everyone!” - Goodreads Review
 
The first time I saw Carsen Wheatley, I flipped him off.

The second time, I kneed him in the balls.
The third? I kissed him.
Why? Because Carsen needed it.
Angry and full of hate, Carsen is a lost soul, searching. Since the death of his mother, he’s cold and isolated, needing someone to fill the gap she left wide open, someone to kiss the anger from his soul.
That’s where I come in.
I’m restless, on the search for a new adventure, something to make me feel…well, anything. I’m certain I’ll find a permanent fix soon, but in the meantime, I have this summer job and Carsen to keep me going.
But the summer is only temporary, and so is the fix.
We are imperfect.
We are mismatched.
We are the stars.


   I absolutely loved We Are The Stars. The dynamic and chemistry between the characters is very real. The setting of the story is lighter, in a sense, than Teagan's other work. It was a nice change of pace.
  Elliott's parents were awesome and they taught her not to judge someone by the rumors running around town. Carsen is a man of all trades and keeps to himself. His best friends are great support for him and take Elliott under their wings.



 


I’m a romance cover artist by day and a writer by…well, every free moment I get. I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days bugging him about getting a cat so our puppy won’t be alone (he keeps saying no). I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural. I like cold weather, I buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never match my socks—unless they’re fuzzy.

I’m weird. It’s kind of my “thing.”



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