#Review Wrecking Ball (Hard To Love, #1) by P. Dangelico #NewRelease #ReleaseDay #4Star @InkSlingerPR

Posted January 19, 2017 by Anya in Blog Tour, New Release, Our Reviews, Series / 0 Comments

#Review Wrecking Ball (Hard To Love, #1) by P. Dangelico #NewRelease #ReleaseDay #4Star @InkSlingerPR

#Review Wrecking Ball (Hard To Love, #1) by P. Dangelico #NewRelease #ReleaseDay #4Star @InkSlingerPRWrecking Ball by P. Dangelico
Series: Hard To Love #1
Published by P. Dangelico on January 19th, 2017
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I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Cam DeSantis’ life is a hot, steaming pile. How else would you describe losing your husband, your job, and your money all at once? Desperate times call for desperate measures, so when salvation comes in the form of one intolerable a-hole, who just happens to be the starting quarterback for the vaunted NY Titans, she has no choice but to accept his offer as a live-in nanny slash teacher for his eight year old nephew. Now all she has to do is find a safe place in her mind to hide whenever she feels the need to throat punch him into tomorrow…which is often.

Calvin Shaw has zero interest in women. Wait, wait––let me rephrase that. He loves women, he just doesn’t want anything to do with ‘um. Not since his wife, presently ex-wife, got knocked up by the guy she was cheating on him with. Problem is...there’s one living in his house. And he doesn’t know what’s worse, that he promised to be civil, or that he’s attracted to her.
The protagonist of this stand alone novel has a propensity for profanity and sexual shenanigans. You've been warned.

One of the best things about blogging is discovering new authors—whether they be debut authors or just new to us as reader. It’s something I—and many others I’m sure—treasure. It’s incredible when we find another author whose story we end up loving. P. Dangelico is such an author for me.

Wrecking Ball is filled with witty banter and the slow burn of a hate-to-love relationship between the two main characters. All of it, but especially the humor, definitely worked for me on many levels.

Cam and Calvin, on the surface, couldn’t be more different. Hence, from their first meeting forward they fought like cats and dogs. I think Cam might just have been the first one who’s ever said no to Cal ever since he started playing football. However, once we get to know them better we realize they couldn’t be more similar beneath their touch exterior. Both have been through their own hell, yet come out on the other side stronger.
Despite their differences, they find a common ground—Sam. I loved how both of them grew throughout the story, how they evolved and became better people. I enjoyed how you could see the love developed between the two. It felt natural.

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this read. It engaged me from page one in a sweet and loving way, like meeting an old friend for coffee, and I couldn’t put it down. It’s filled with excellent writing, strong characters, and a storyline that’s interesting.
It’s not an over-the-top angst-y read, but it still gave me all the feels you want from a book. It made me swoon, laugh, cry, and rejoice.
The one things bothering me was that it was too predictable to me. Yes, I enjoyed it, very much so, but I also knew where the story was going. I missed those holy-shit-what-just-happened moments when you jaw hits the floor and you wonder what you missed because you didn’t see this coming.
Also, I definitely hope we get a book on Amanda and Sam. I need to know what happened there.

Regardless though, I loved this book and will definitely continue to read the series. It’s a book I can recommend wholeheartedly if you are in need of a sweet, hot read, who will break your heart before putting it back together again.

By Anja


 

Excerpt

He’s removed his ball cap and his black hair is back up in that ridiculous bun again. I can feel a frown developing on my face as I stare at it. Everything about this guy is a total turn off.

“What do you want?” I do nothing to hide my exasperation. “It’s two a.m. I’ve been running around all night, and I’m tired.”

“I apologized three times,” he says, through a clenched jaw. Yeah, real genuine. Somebody needs to tell this guy he’s not the injured party in this scenario.

“Because you want me to work for you, because you’ve already run off every other qualified applicant in the Tristate area, and now I’m your last hope. Well tough noogies, Mr. Shaw, this time you don’t win. I win and you lose.” And I realize I’m beginning to shout. His eyebrows, two black slashes making his eyes look even paler, rise up. Then the most unexpected thing happens. Those cold, unforgiving eyes turn into crescents and a burst of laughter explodes out of him.

“Tough noogies?” His laughter is deep and rich and it bothers the hell out of me, one more insult to my already bruised ego that I refuse to tolerate. My patience has officially run out.

Through clenched teeth, I grind out, “I don’t mean to be critical––but you’re an insufferable a-hole!” and walk away. I take three steps and feel a huge, warm hand grip my upper arm. In reflex, I wheel around and whisper-hiss, “Don’t you dare touch me.” He instantly releases his grip and holds up his hands up in surrender. Then he stuffs them in the front pocket of his jeans, and shrugs up his massive shoulders in a posture I’ve seen him assume when he’s uncomfortable.

Despite that it’s past midnight and colder than a witch’s tit, the streets of the city are teeming with people. As they walk past us, they curiously turn to watch without breaking stride. It takes a lot more that a mountain of a man, famous or not, and a woman with smoke coming out her ears to get their full attention. One lingers longer than necessary.

“Nothing to see here,” I growl. My glare convinces the onlooker to skedaddle.

“I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is soft, his tone earnest. My attention immediately returns to him. I almost can’t believe my ears. “I’m really, really sorry––I was havin’ a bad day,” he continues, rubbing the back of his neck. A light southern twang hangs on the last few words. “I’m in a real bind…my nephew…” His voice trails off and his eyes are suddenly warm and searching, and for the first time since we’ve met, I may not hate his guts.

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About P. Dangelico

P. Dangelico loves romance in all forms, shapes, and sizes, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), brick oven pizza, the NY Jets (although she may rethink that after this season), and to while away the day at the barn. What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media.

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