Sunday, August 24, 2014

Review & Giveaway: "Thin Love" by Eden Butler

Title: Thin Love
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance crosso ver
Release Date: August 19, 2014
Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn


Love isn't supposed to be an addiction. It isn't supposed to leave you bleeding. 

Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction. 

She sacrificed everything for him. 

It wasn't enough. 

But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been. 

Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career w ith the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled. 

When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira's and those lies told to keep them apart— his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.



Warning: Be prepared to have a book hangover and think of Kona continually though the day making it hard to function or get anything done.
Kona and Luke are the twin stars on the CPU football team They are huge, fast, talented, and gorgeous, especially Kona. He's the darling of the school. Guys want to be him and gals want to be with him. They don't see him though as the person, they see the star and what they can gain from him.
Keira may be the daughter of a rich family, she may be privileged, but her scars don't show. She has a mask up and only her cousin Leann has seen behind it. There are secrets to what happens behind closed doors and when your family is part of the inner circle.
What starts out as a project in class becomes more. Both Kona and Keira find there is an attraction between them. It's the type that appears in the written word, the type that is hard to find.
This book is an amazing read. It goes to the past and the present. At times, I got a little confused as to who was talking. It seemed like a narrator at times. This doesn't take away from the story though. This book is full of emotion, it brings you back to your first love and what the volatile emotions could be at times. Kona and Keira love hard, they love raw, and even when they should they don't hold anything back.
I love that this book went so in depth as to what happened in the past. We see all, the events that changed them, why they happened, and who was involved. You've never seen cruel mothers like the two Kona and Keira have. This couple experiences loss, love, and turmoil unlike I've seen in most books.
This book is 5 stars. A show of young love, how easy things can be altered, and how sometimes all love needs is time and experience. It's a gripping read full of heartache, desire, and hope. I can't wait to read Ransom's book. 
“We’re alone for the first time in weeks and I’ve had to be around you all day, walking down
sidewalks where I held you as a kid, in hallways where you touched me and all I wanted to do is
kiss you again.”
His hands go to her hips, around her stomach. “I’ve been thinking about the party, about kissing
you, that song, and how you didn’t hate it. How you kissed me back, how you touched me. I
know I’m obvious. You know what I want.”
“You can get that from anyone.”
She is testing him, he knows; it’s in her tone, in how straight she holds her back and Kona can’t
help the frustrated growl that leaves his mouth. “You’re not just anyone.”
 He takes a chance, eases down to kiss her neck, slides his fingers at her nape to expose all of that skin to him and she doesn’t push away from him.
“I realized something that first day in the Market, even after I saw Ransom, after I realized you’d kept him from me all this time.”
“What... what did you realize?”
 Her voice sounds like a whine, then a moan when Kona kisses behind her ear.
 “That I haven’t breathed in sixteen years. Not since you, sweetheart; not a real breath once since that day I pushed you away.”
“And... you... you can now?”
His breath moves down her neck and Kona loves the blanket of chills that covers Keira’s skin.
“Like my lungs are wide open. Every time you walk in a room, every time I hear you sing, see
you smile, touch you... it’s like breathing for the first time.”
 He pushes her hair out of his way,
kisses further down her neck, moves the thin, linen shirt she wears to get to her back, then lowers to kiss her again, right on the spot he’d missed all this time and then, eyes widening, he takes his mouth from her skin.
“You little liar.”
She tries turning around but he keeps her still, lowering her shirt more to see that
bright Hibiscus tattoo.
 “Thought you got rid of it.”
“I... I tried to.”
 She comes around, hands on his chest.
 “I meant to, but there was never enough money, then when there was, I just... couldn’t.”
When he shakes his head, Keira laughs at him and he loves the sound, loves how easily it comes to her.
 “Look who’s talking. I know you covered yours up. I saw that spread you did in GQ. You have that massive tattoo over your chest now, all down your arm.”

 He backs away from her and his fingers go to his buttons.
 “What are you doing?”
One cock of his eyebrow silences her and Kona grins at Keira’s widening eyes, at how they lower
onto his chest as each button comes loose.
“I added to my tattoo, Wildcat. I didn’t cover it up. You didn’t see that in the spread because I didn’t want my chest shown. That tattoo is for you and me. No one else.”

Kona pulls open his shirt, and throws it onto the island and Keira’s eyes move to the colossal
Polynesian tribal designs, all black, all connected, that cover his shoulder, half his arm and his
“Sixty hours with a bone-tipped rake and a striking stick. I was on the big island for three weeks
and most of that time was with Naoki, an old war buddy of my tutu knae’s. There was no
smartass tattooer telling me not to get inked for some girl, like Michael did. There was me, Naoki
and his two sons. Up until a month ago, this piece was what I was proudest of in my life. Until I
met Ransom. Until you introduced me to my son.”
Keira’s eyes soften and she stretches out her fingers like she wants to touch him, but then curls her
hand into a fist, until Kona reaches out to her, and places her hand on his shoulder.
 “This,” he says, to the black waves that circle his entire shoulder, “is for the persistent memory of those I’ve loved and lost. It’s for Luka, for my tutu kane, the ones I pushed away when I was too stupid to realize how lucky I was, how loved.”
Kona turns, slides Keira’s fingers along his skin, up his shoulder, his breath shuddering at the feel
of her nails smoothing over his traps, to his shoulder blades. She touches the spherical sun with
waving flames and pointed spikes on his back.

 “This is for rebirth, for the renewal of myself, for me learning to forgive myself and never letting my weaknesses bury me again.”
Then Kona moves Keira’s fingers along his arm, catching her eyes, holding them as he trails her
hand to the dark and light shells intricately patterned against the tribal spaces that fill up his skin.

“This is for protection, for my family, to remind me of what I lost, what I want to earn again.”
Keira holds his gaze, doesn’t watch her fingers being moved back up his arm, to his chest where
Kona marked himself for her all those years ago.
 “This entire piece is the story of my life, Keira; who I was, what I lost, what I want to have back and it all starts here. It starts with you, Wildcat.”
He steps forward, takes her hand and puts it over his heart.
 “Ku`u Lei. My beloved. Then. Always. I could never get rid of that just like I could never really get rid of you.”

 Keira’s face is in his hands, his thumbs smoothing over that skin he’d been aching to touch and his chest constricts, heart strumming steady, but fast.

 “I could be a thousand miles from you, telling myself I don’t want you, that I’d gotten over you, but it would be a lie. I remember the way your skin felt under my fingers. I remember the noises you made when I kissed you, how quick your breath got when I made you come, how soft you held me, how you made me feel things I didn’t think I was good enough to feel. You did that, always. You were mine and I never loved anything more. I never wanted anything or anyone like I wanted you. Like I still want you. My always, Keira. You’re still my always.”
And then, Kona stopped talking, stopped wanting and took what was always his.

About Eden

Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Ro mance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New A dult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and qui ckly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possi bly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alon gside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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