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Monday, 12 May 2014

Blog Tour: Flame by Clarissa Wild + review + excerpt + giveaway + more!


When trust is challenged and desire takes control, is love enough to conquer fear?

When geeky book nerd Autumn Blakewood falls for the cocky, confident fighter Hunter Bane she knows she’s in for life. Their undeniable connection, fueled by the desire to protect, grows stronger every passing second. However, the need to feel cherished threatens her college graduation, family bonds, and future, tearing her apart, but she won’t give up on Hunter so easily …

After he was abandoned by his family, Hunter Bane struggles to cope with daily life. Having a learning disability turns every task into a challenge. With his brother now free, Hunter feels the pressure to succeed and take care of the people he loves, forcing him to choose between college and a job. Hunter’s devotion to Autumn keeps him on the right path. His infatuation with her turns lust into passion, drawing out his alpha tendencies. But with affection comes admission, putting a strain on their relationship as secrets are exposed and unforeseen circumstances spiral out of control.

Being complete opposites, their love is flaming hot, but it burns away all inhibitions, unveiling the fears that were locked deep inside. As past and present collide, difficult choices must be made. Can Autumn and Hunter’s love survive this ultimate test?

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(This excerpt is unedited)

6 years ago

I’m walking home from school, wandering across the streets as I stare at the beautiful houses. Peeking into their living rooms, I can clearly see the candle flames dancing, flickering through the window like a warm, inviting light. People walking in the rooms are oblivious of me, which gives me all the more reason to keep looking. Their happy faces make me smile, if only for a second. Catching a glimpse of a normal life lets me escape from reality.

Envy unfurls in my stomach, and a bad taste enters my mouth as I spit on the ground and walk further. Up to the next house. Up to the next short moment of carelessness.

Reaching my house is the last thing I want, but I know it’ll happen eventually. I’ll have to go home. I always have to. There’s nowhere else I can go, and my brother needs me. Not as much as I need him, though. I probably wouldn’t even be alive without him.

No one at my age should be going through this. No one should be picking up their mom from the grass every morning. No kid should have to drag his mom to bed. No kid should have to raise himself.

My home is a broken one. When I spot it, a heavy feeling overcomes me. Each step I take leads to another day in hell.

The garden is littered with used needles, empty bottles of liquor, and old condoms. Me and my brother never have time to clean it all up. We’re too busy trying to keep the house clean enough to live in.

As I enter the house a familiar, but disgusting stench causes me to cough. All the windows are closed, smoke wafts through the air, bottles are scattered on the table, and an empty bag of white powder is in my mother’s hand as she hangs like a wet rag in her seat. Ash grey hair sticks to her face, masking her eyes. Her head is on the table, and she’s snoring loudly. The only thing keeping her in place is her bony ass stuck to that chair she only leaves to get some more. More of whatever she needs to satisfy her addictions.

“Hey, bro,” Jessie says. He’s unwinding the vacuum plug, turning it on at the same time.

“Hey …” I say.

“Sorry, thought I’d have it cleaned up by now, but it was too much of a mess.”

“Don’t apologize,” I say. “It’s not your fault.”

He smiles briefly. “I know. I just don’t want you to see it.”

A moment of silence passes between us, the air thick with unspoken words. I owe my brother so much. He’s the only one taking care of both of us right now. I wonder how long we’ll last if she keeps this up.

I start unpacking my things, shoving my mother aside from the table so I have enough room to check what I need to do. My notebook is filled to the brim with short texts of things I need to remember. My memory always fails me, especially when it comes to short term things like homework or names. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. My brother thinks it’s because of my mother. We don’t know her any other way than she is now. Drunk. Addicted. Full on drugs.

Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Sometimes I really hate her, but she’s my mother too. I owe her for keeping us alive, for trying to do her best to give us a home. 

Somewhere along the way she failed. I can’t not resent her for that. At times I wonder if she ever intended on having us or if we were accidents she regrets.

It doesn’t change anything about our situation. It doesn’t change anything about the fact that it’s her fault I have a learning disability and my brother has ADD.

One of the notes slips from my book, and it lands on her arm. The paper immediately stains with blood. Sighing, I pick up the piece of paper and notice the puncture marks on her skin. She looks more like an orange than a human sometimes, that’s how many holes she shot into herself. So many it doesn’t stop bleeding. Still, it doesn’t make her quit.

Suddenly, she grabs my hand, and I’m startled by her movement. I jolt up and pull my hand back as her head shoots up from the table. Her eyes are bloodshot, staring back at me with a crazy look like she doesn’t know who I am. It takes her a few seconds to register that it’s me, and then a smile slowly creeps onto her face, exposing her black, broken teeth and smelly breath.

“Hunter …” she mumbles.

Her hand drops off the table, the bag of powder tumbling to the floor. The sound immediately catches her attention, as if it’s food for a starving woman. Bending to pick it up, her fingers tremble as she reaches for the bag.

“Shit. It’s empty again.”

“You used too much again,” I add.

“No, no, no, this can’t happen,” she mumbles, clearly still under the influence.

“Mom. Calm down. You can go without it for a few hours. You won’t die.”

“No, I can’t!” she gets up from her seat, barely able to stand as her legs are two thin sticks ready to snap.

“I’m going to get more,” she stammers, grabbing me by the coat.

“Let go of me,” I say.

“You can’t stay here alone with your brother.”

“Why not?”

“Because …” she sniffs. “I need you. I can’t do this without you.” She wipes away the tears filling her eyes. She, most of us all, is unable to face the monster she’s become.

“No, mom. I’m not coming with you. I’m not going to be your busboy again. Not anymore.”

“What? You don’t mean that. You know I need you. Please don’t let me go through this alone.” She tightens her grip on my arm, dragging me to the door. Resisting is what I should be doing, but I don’t want to hurt her. She’s been hurt enough in her life.

“Stop,” Jessie shouts. He stops vacuuming, turning it off. His fists are balled, his nostrils flaring, and his stance is aggressive, as if he’s about to attack my mother. I know he would if it was necessary.

“Let. Him. Go.” His teeth barely separate as he speaks the words. His furrowed brows even scare me.

Her fingers untangle themselves from my arm, and I shake myself loose from her grip. I turn away from her, slanting to the side because I’m scared she might grab me again and make a run for it. My brother is and always will be the only thing keeping her from ruining not only herself but me, too.

“Fine, but I’m going,” she says, and after making a horrible face she walks out the door. The slam that follows force the tears to spring from my eyes.

Andrea's Review
*ARC received in return for an honest review

A perfect and fitting ending to Hunter & Autumn's story.
If you've read Fierce and Fury you MUST read Flame.

Flame picks up right where we left Autumn and Hunter at the end of Fierce. After reading Fierce & Fury, I had thought that's where the story would end but oh, Clarissa Wild had so much more in store for the young couple. Their path to true love and happiness wasn't going to be smooth!

The couple have to cope with a lot along the way to finding true happiness, Autumn's strict disapproving dad, her insecurities about herself and their relationship, Hunter thinking he doesn't deserve Autumn. and his need to prove his self, and worth. Add to the mix Hunter's learning disability. Due to his mother's addictions during her pregnancy Hunter is convinced that's the reason he finds it difficult to retain pieces of information for very long, which is why he struggled in school.

Hunter's desperate to provide for him and his older brother, who's having a hard time getting work since coming out of prison, so he does the only thing he does well...fight. He soon realises he can make a lot of money doing something that he's good at and enjoys. If only he can convince his brother and Autumn that this is the right career path for him.

I found Hunter to be very contradictory, most of the time he acted like a cocky, confidant, arrogant young man in his early twenties who seemed to have a reputation with the girls and fighting and admitted to getting his own way all the time. But then, at times, when things got too much for him he came across as an insecure, frightened and unsure teenager who panicked and ran. Oh, I just wanted to give him a shake and tell him to get his act together! (how old is he actually meant to be? I don't know)

However, I DID love the way he was always putting Autumn, his brother and Autumn's parents welfare before his own. As he told Autumn, he's the hunter and he must provide for his family.What I also loved about Hunter was his passion and determination. When he put his fears and insecurities aside he put his whole heart and soul into making their relationship work and making sure they had enough money to live more well off than they'd been used to growing up, respectively. 

Autumn was a shy and innocent bookworm when she met Hunter but there were times I wanted to shout at her for letting Hunter get all of his own way most of the time. Saying that she did stand up for herself when she needed, especially when it came to her strict father. Oh, I cheered and high-fived her for that! Autumn really grows up in this sequel, we get to see her unleash her wilder & sexier side! And boy, there are some definite sexy times!! 

There are some lovely, heart warming moments between the couple that melted my heart and quite a lot of hot, sexy scenes that nearly steamed up my glasses!! 

This series is the first work from Clarissa Wild I've read but it certainly won't be the last. I'm hoping Jessie and Jarret will have their story next!

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Author Bio

Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top 200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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