Dangerous Kiss by Crystal Kaswell ❤️ Review, Book Blitz & Gift Card GIVEAWAY ❤️ (New Adult Romance)

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He was supposed to glue my broken heart back together. Instead he threw me away.

Now he’s just another rock star asshole.

He gets everything he wants.

But not me. Not again.

Ethan Strong was the first man I ever loved. He was the one person who understood me, the one person who made me feel whole, the one person who set my body on fire.

We were supposed to be together forever. Then things got hard and Ethan forced me to choose between him and everything I’ve worked for.

Now he’s back in my life. He says we’ll be friends. It’s been a long time. I can forgive, but I can’t seem to forget. The taste of his lips, the sound of his groans in my ears, those calloused fingers between my legs– I’m going out of my mind remembering all the pleasure he brought me.

Worse, I keep thinking how happy he made me.

I can’t fall back in love with Ethan. It doesn’t matter how badly I crave his gorgeous blue eyes, his tattooed arms, and his strong guitarists’ hands. It doesn’t matter that his smile still lights me up inside. It doesn’t matter that I need him like I need oxygen.

I’m not giving Ethan another chance to throw me away.

Loved it. Loved. It.

This was my first Crystal book, and I'm completely hooked on her rock star romance.

This was a "true love" story, and it was just so endearing. I could feel the young love between Violet and Ethan in the prologue, and then felt it when the love shattered, but then I felt elation at learning how much they each still loved the other. They had a history and knew each other well, and that added a really cool element to the story. Reading how they found their way back to one another was quite a bumpy ride, but the ending was well worth the emotional roller coaster.

And talk about hot. Ethan is prime book-boyfriend material, even if I wanted to slap him towards the end. (But then it got to the end, and all was forgiven)

I was introduced to many characters (who I assume each have or will have their own story) and I could not be happier to know that I have two whole bands to read about :)

If you like rock-star romances, THIS is the author for you!!!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)

After I lead her outside, I pin the woman to the wall.
She rises to her tiptoes to kiss me. I turn so she gets my cheek. From the sound of her whine, it's not what she wants, but that's too bad. I don’t kiss strangers.
Haven’t kissed anyone since Violet.
The woman’s lips go to my neck.
I close my eyes.
Need to get into this. But my head keeps filling with thoughts of Violet—of her soft, red lips sucking on my neck as she climbs on top of me.
My cock springs to attention.
Uh-uh. I may be a manwhore, but I'm not tacky enough to think about my ex when I'm fucking a stranger.
I pull back to take a long look at this woman. Whatever her name is.
Her tongue slides over her lips. She wants me. Badly. Usually, that's enough.
But right now…
Damn, what the hell is wrong with me? I close my eyes and force my thoughts out of my brain.
She tugs at my t-shirt and runs her fingers over my chest.
There. Pleasure starts pushing everything else away.
I can do this.
Her hand goes to my jeans. She undoes my belt. Pulls down my zipper.
Then she's jumping back, hiding behind me. The side door is swinging open. Someone is stepping into the alley.
Better call this now. Shit's not happening with her. I should go home and practice those new songs. I should wait until I'm someplace that doesn't remind me of my ex to pick up a one-night stand.
I rebutton my pants and fasten my belt.
There's a woman in front of the half-open side door. She's on her knees, pressing her hand over her mouth.
Poor girl doesn't know her limits. It's been a long time since I drank enough to throw up but I don't remember it fondly.
She's a champ. She coughs but she doesn't gag. It takes a minute, but she manages to push herself up and brush off her dirty knees.
No-
I rub my eyes. There's no way in hell that's her.
I must be seeing things.
Violet blinks back at me. "Ethan?"
Fuck, that's her voice. I'd know it anywhere. Her hair is different—it's cut short, a severe bob with neat bangs—but those green eyes give her away.
"Vi?" I ask.
Her eyes go wide. They're more red than green at the moment. She's been crying. Or trying not to cry. Violet never was the type to cry in front of other people.
She grabs for the door but it's already shut.
"Fuck." She takes a step backwards.
Her makeup is the same—heavy enough to scream leave me alone, light enough to show off the adorable freckles on her cheeks and nose.
The woman paws at my arm. "Ethan." She says my name like we're old lovers, not strangers. "Do you know her?"
I swallow hard. Yeah. I know her. I know every inch of her.
Violet's eyes are as glassy as they are miserable. She's past buzzed and well into drunk.
Of course she's drunk. It was two years ago that her brother… That was the day her heart broke, the day she locked me out. Took a few months to make it official, but it was two years ago I lost her.
Two years ago exactly.
I turn back to the woman. "Sorry, sweetheart, I'll have to take a rain check. I'll see you around."
She pouts.
Violet takes another step backwards. Then she turns and hightails it out of the alley.
There's nowhere for her to run. The parking lot is around the corner. She's far too drunk to drive.
I run after her

Crystal Kaswell writes steamy new adult and erotic romance books. She loves when flawed characters fall head over heels for each other. Especially if they fall into bed first. She loves police procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband.