Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Release Blitz: Excerpt + Review + Giveaway - SOMEONE TO CALL MY OWN by Aimee Nicole Walker


Road to Blissville Series, Book 2
RELEASE DATE: 09.05.17


COVER ARTIST: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art


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?

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5 Stars

It was no secret how excited I was to get my greedy little hands on this book. I was obsessively waiting for this story. The wait was so fucking worth it!! Aimee Nicole Walker does not disappoint in this beautiful emotional amazing story that had me so consumed from the very first page. 

Jonathan and Emory’s journey was absolutely beautiful. Aimee loves to torture us with these slow burn romances ;) but it so worked for these two. Emory still struggles with his grief and denies himself happiness at every turn. It’s frustrating, understandable and heartbreaking all at once. Then we have Jonathan who turned out to be the complete opposite of what I was expecting. He’s supposed to be this former black ops big bad masculine playboy, right? GAH! I was so smitten with him. He was so patient and gentle yet threw in that tad bit persistence here and there to make sure Emory knew he was a determined man. 

“One day, I’m going to learn every part of your body with my hands, mouth, and my cock. There will be no parts of yourself that you keep from me, Emory. Until then, take care of yourself.” 

Gosh!! These two had me so captivated. 

I love this author’s work and Jon and Emory just might be my favorite couple from Blissville and I love me some Josh and Gabe. But there was just something so touching and magical between Jon and Emory. The way they came together and the chemistry and passion between them was pouring off the pages. You could just feel the grief, the guilt, the vulnerability that emanated from the characters, through the pages, to your bones and right to the center of your core. How could this not be so heartwarming and touching and beautiful?!!!! I loved every bit of this journey. 

Aimee Nicole Walker delivers such beautiful words and portrays such wonderful emotions in this amazing story. I definitely think this is one that needs to be read. I’m looking forward to so much more from this series and this author.

**ARC provided in exchange for an honest review**

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I looked around the crowd hoping to see a welcoming face. All I saw was curiosity from the guests who hadn’t met me on prior occasions and surprise from the ones who had. Then my gaze locked on a pair of particularly green eyes that looked irate that I had showed up. My first thought was, why the hell does Emory look so angry? Unfortunately, I blurted out my next thought. “What the hell did you do to your beautiful hair?” And what was with the designer beard he’d grown? No wonder I didn’t recognize him until his eyes met mine. I wanted the old Emory back. I needed—not wanted—to run my fingers through his hair, tangle my fists in it while he sucked my dick. 

Emory narrowed his eyes, sat straighter in his chair, and lifted his chin proudly. “Josh cut it for me.” He ran his hand over the shorn locks and smiled smugly. Well, he’ll just have to grow it back out. 

I pinned the hair stylist with my meanest look. How dare he? Was he getting back at me for flirting with Gabe? Don’t be ridiculous, dumbass.

Josh didn’t look one bit intimidated by me. “Hey, I do what my clients ask. Emory wanted the Bieber special, and that’s what he got,” he announced. I had no idea what the fuck a Bieber special was, but I didn’t like it.

“Not that it’s your business,” Emory said icily. 

I made a beeline for Emory, ignoring his standoffish tone and demeanor. I sat in the vacant seat beside the man and kept staring at him until he couldn’t ignore me any longer. “What?”

“It makes your eyes look even bigger and greener,” I told him.

“I don’t have to sit here and listen to this,” Emory replied as if I’d just insulted him. He jumped to his feet and practically stomped across the yard in the direction of his house. Although I couldn’t say why I did it, I jumped up and followed him.

“What’s your problem?” I demanded to know. I had never done anything to him to deserve such blatant animosity from him. Sure, my question about his hair was rude, but then I followed it up with a nice compliment. Emory didn’t reply; he walked faster, and so did I. 

He turned around when we reached the steps at his back door. “Leave me alone, Jonathon,” Emory whispered in a voice thickened by tears. 

I wanted to walk away from him and just forget I had ever met him, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “I don’t think I can, Emory.”

About the Author

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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.


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