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The Fine Line by Alicia Kobishop
Title: The Fine Line
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Genre: New Adult Romance
At 17, Olivia Evans has her life mapped out. Work two part-time jobs, study hard during her senior year, and save enough money to get her own place. There's no room in that plan for romance. If watching her mother's serial relationship disasters taught her anything, it's that getting attached to a man is a waste of time and a recipe for heartbreak.
When she meets 19-year-old street racer Logan Tanner, a guy as unique and compelling as the '69 Mustang that purrs under his mechanic's hands, her heart beats wildly against the walls she's built around it.
From the moment the notorious playboy's intense, hazel eyes lock with hers, everything in her world slides off-kilter. With every encounter, every touch, and finally, every kiss, Logan slips past all her defenses.
But the moment she stops running from the inevitable, every reason she'd resolved to hold men at arm's length comes crashing down around her in an emotional, complicated--even dangerous--mess. Leaving her to decide if love is worth the hassle, or worth fighting for.
"A-freaking fantastic read, I have found another author to add to my stalker list. There was such realness involved and the adrenaline that you got from the scenes was amazing." ~Endless Reading
"Whew! I finished the book and immediately went into this review because it left such a huge impact on me." ~Itching for Books Blog
"Here's hoping that more books like this one will be written, cause if so, then the indie world just got that much better." ~ Book Reader Chronicles
"For this to be the author's debut novel, she did an AMAZING job. I mean this is going on my favorite's list. I fell completely in love with the story and the characters. Such a wonderfully written story." ~Verna Loves Books
"This is the perfect book for anyone who loves a new adult romance story. The Fine Line is a fun and exciting story of learning to trust and love. This book was amazing from start to finish." ~A is for Alpha B is for Books
"Wow, I'm currently bawling like a baby, it's been a long time since I had a cry with a good book and The Fine Line is just that! The storyline was catchy and entertaining." ~Morphy's Book Blog
"I enjoyed it very much, and then realized as I sat down to write this that it is Alicia's Debut Novel. Debut. Wow. Girl can write a book. Pace is spot on, and I had a very awesome relaxing afternoon reading this one." ~Courtney - The Bookish Babe
"Another debut novel that just blew me away!" ~Desiree - A Love Affair With Books
"Whew! I finished the book and immediately went into this review because it left such a huge impact on me." ~Itching for Books Blog
"Here's hoping that more books like this one will be written, cause if so, then the indie world just got that much better." ~ Book Reader Chronicles
"For this to be the author's debut novel, she did an AMAZING job. I mean this is going on my favorite's list. I fell completely in love with the story and the characters. Such a wonderfully written story." ~Verna Loves Books
"This is the perfect book for anyone who loves a new adult romance story. The Fine Line is a fun and exciting story of learning to trust and love. This book was amazing from start to finish." ~A is for Alpha B is for Books
"Wow, I'm currently bawling like a baby, it's been a long time since I had a cry with a good book and The Fine Line is just that! The storyline was catchy and entertaining." ~Morphy's Book Blog
"I enjoyed it very much, and then realized as I sat down to write this that it is Alicia's Debut Novel. Debut. Wow. Girl can write a book. Pace is spot on, and I had a very awesome relaxing afternoon reading this one." ~Courtney - The Bookish Babe
"Another debut novel that just blew me away!" ~Desiree - A Love Affair With Books
The colorful glow of the city lights reflected throughout the interior of the car as we drove. The night air was still warm enough to have the windows down, and the breeze felt refreshing on my skin. A blues song played on the car stereo while the waves of the wind pushed against my hand as I held it out the window
Logan’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, then he looked at me and instantaneously busted out singing the words of the song. I laughed at the face he was making as he sang. He was so into it. The words were something about “riding with the king.”
“Oh, now I know what you really think of yourself!” I joked.
“It’s B.B. King, Liv! He’s the king, not me!” he defended, pretending to be hurt.
I found it intriguing that someone my age would be listening to blues. Logan seemed so different from other people my age and, yet again, I found myself trying to wrap my head around the idea that…for the first time ever, I was interested in finding out more about a boy. As the song ended, Logan turned the volume down.
“The phone call that Gavin took earlier…It was for a race, wasn’t it?” I asked.
Logan looked at me and nodded.
“Why do they call Gavin? Why don’t they call you?”
He shrugged. “Gavin is better with the negotiations. I’m better at the driving. It works well for both of us.”
Negotiations. Gavin’s expertise. I admit, experience would come in handy for when he dives fully into the real-estate biz.
“You didn’t go tonight.” It wasn’t a question. More of an observation. Although, I did wonder why he passed up the chance.
He looked at me and smiled. “I guess I had better things to do.”
“What about the police? Isn’t street racing…?” I decided not to finish. We both knew it was not exactly legal.
He chuckled. “I’ve got nothing against cops. Police are good. We just don’t want to see them during a race…or before or after a race, for that matter.”
“Isn’t it a little risky, though? You never know when they could show up.”
“We take precautions. I don’t race unless there are spotters around to let us know if police are getting close. We change the location as much as possible. There is always a risk, though.” He paused. “The real risk is dealing with some of the idiots that want to race.”
“What do you mean?”
He shifted in his seat, beginning to look uncomfortable. “You never know if the other guy is on something or if he even knows how to handle his car, among other things. The police are the least of my concerns.” He looked at me. “I almost called off the race last week. The one that you came to.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he started tapping the steering wheel again. “Derrick was more jittery than normal. I didn’t have a good feeling about it.”
“Why didn’t you call it off?”
His expression became serious as his eyes fixated on the road. “I don’t know.”
He knew why. He just didn’t want to tell me. “Why do you do it if it’s so risky?”
He pondered the question for a moment as if he had never really contemplated that thought before. “It’s easy. And fun. And a hell of a lot better than working nine to five, six days a week.”
We pulled up to a two-story commercial building which had four overhead garage doors in the front and an entry door on the side. The sign above the overhead doors said “Tanner Automotive.” We parked in the lot in front and walked towards the building.
“This is my shop.”
“Your shop?” I found it hard to believe that a nineteen-year-old owned his own building.
“Yes,my shop. My dad left it to me and my uncle. My uncle runs the business. I help him out when he needs it, and I live in the apartment upstairs.”
“Geez, must be nice,” I teased.
“Actually, it is pretty nice,” he grinned back at me. “Look, I may not work nine to five but that doesn’t mean the shop’s not important to me. It is. I train the mechanics. I’m here when we’re short-staffed or overloaded with work and plenty of times when we’re not, too. I’ve just been lucky enough that it’s done so well and that Craig hasn’t pushed me to be more involved.”
“You don’t want to be more involved?”
I watched as he unlocked the side door. “I’m cool with the way things are at this point. Maybe someday that will change, but for now it’s all good.”
We entered a hallway which had stairs to our left, and the garage was straight ahead. We walked into the garage, and Logan switched on the florescent lights, revealing a sizable object underneath a grey canvas cover in the very first car bay. The remaining three car bays were empty, making the room appear enormous. Against the walls were shelves and peg boards stocked with tools and auto supplies. Each bay had its own tool station which included several different tool chests.
We moved to the back of the garage, and Logan tossed his keys on a metal desk. I took a seat in the swivel chair in front of the desk and stared curiously at an old-time movie poster that hung on the wall.
“It’s John Wayne,” Logan explained, noticing my interest in the poster. “My dad was a huge John Wayne fan. He always had those movies on when I was growing up. We even had a room in our house specifically designated for all the John Wayne memorabilia that he collected.”
He leaned back against a tall Craftsman tool chest directing his attention to the grey canvas cover in front of us, silently staring at it for a moment.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked softly.
He turned his face to me, meeting my eyes. Slowly he shook his head as if he wasn’t sure he knew the answer. My heart skipped a beat. What was it about looking into his eyes that made me feel so…at peace…and thrilled at the same time?
He stepped toward the canvas cover then slowly removed the cloth, rolling it up along the way to reveal an old white muscle car with black racing strips which traveled from the front bumper to the back bumper. The condition of this car wasn’t nearly as pristine as the Mustang. The dull finish had several nicks and scratches, and a few small spots of rust lined the bottom.
“It’s a ’72 Nova,” he disclosed as he walked around the car, taking in the sight of it as if it were for the first time.
“Your current project?”
“Not really,” he shrugged. “This one’s been on hold for a while. I’ve barely looked at it since…” He didn’t finish. Just got lost in thought. After a moment, he cocked his head to the side. “Hey, do you wanna go upstairs and get a drink?”
I frowned at him suspiciously. “Is that why you brought me here? You know you’re not going to get lucky with me, right?”
He let out a laugh then bowed his head down as he shook it, trying to hold back any more laughter. He couldn’t hold back the gigantic smile on his face, though. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to try anything with you. I think you’re cool, Liv. You’re someone I could hang out with, that’s all, nothing more. Friends have drinks together, right?”
I nodded, feeling embarrassed that I jumped to conclusions. I stood up from the chair. “Alright then, let’s go.”
“Usually it’s the guy’s mind that goes there,” he teased as we walked up the stairs to his apartment. “I like the way your mind works.”
“Oh, please! You have to admit, it sounded a bit forward,” I counter attacked.
The apartment was only half the size of the garage downstairs. The décor consisted of a few posters on the wall, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, an oversized round wicker chair in the corner, and a giant TV. A breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the living room. I took my shoes off, sat down on the couch, and brought my knees up, resting them on the cushion.
Logan handed me a beer, sat down next to me, and raised a brow. “Now it’s my turn to ask the questions.”
He didn’t ask anything too deep or too personal, and I was grateful for that. We spent the next few hours laughing and talking about everything from our favorite foods and music, to embarrassing moments, places we’ve been and want to go, and a rather extended round of “would you rather.” I found out that he would rather get a cardboard cut between the toes than get poked in the eye. And I informed him that I would rather drink pickle juice than sour milk.
There were no awkward silences or lulls in the conversations. I showed him that I could walk across a room with a full bottle of beer on my head without spilling it, and he showed me that he could spin a pen around his fingers so fast that it looked like moving helicopter propellers. Towards the end of it all, as we started to get tired, I asked him about the blues music that he was playing in the car earlier.
“There’s such a raw emotion behind the really good blues music. The guitar speaks to you in a way that doesn’t happen with any other genre,” he explained.
“So, let’s hear it. Play me your favorite blues song,” I challenged.
He turned it on, then looked at me with a small smile. He stepped over to the couch and sat down beside me, as the track started. It was a mellow song with no vocals. I didn’t expect it to have such an effect on me, but he was right. The guitar’s voice had a way of grasping my emotions, squeezing them tight, then pulling them out of me. I was hooked no more than thirty seconds into it.
I faced him, somewhat shocked that this beautiful music moved me in such an intense, hypnotic way. He stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular absorbed in the melody.
Slowly, he turned his face to me, and our eyes locked. We stared at each other for several moments, taking each other in. The friendly smile I attempted quickly faded as the intensity in his eyes increased and the atmosphere became much more than friendly. His brows furrowed as his gaze moved slowly from my eyes, to my hair, to my lips, and back.
I’m not sure if I leaned into him, or if he leaned into me, but we slowly inched closer until I could feel his minty breath on my face, his nose on my nose, and my heart pounding rapidly in my ears. I longed so badly for him to kiss me, yet hated my lack of control. Was it the music that was causing me to lose myself in him or just…him?
Heat emanated from his lips as they gently touched mine, hesitating in place for several moments, and igniting a surge of fire through my blood. The longer the kiss lingered, the more my skin began to burn, and when my lips parted and his tongue slowly discovered mine, I felt the rush of the touch throughout my body.
My hands slowly moved to his face, then the back of his neck, and I pulled him toward me. His fingers weaved up the hair at the base of my skull as he drew me closer. My body and mind were completely enraptured in the moment, my self-control rapidly fading away to nothing with each passing moment. Logan Tanner was kissing me in a way I had never been kissed before. It was happening, and although it was going against my plans, it was so fucking right.
He began to lay me down onto the couch and then stopped, abruptly pulling away, forcing himself back up to a sitting position. Following his lead, I sat back up, too. His eyes focused on me for a moment, the confusion in his them matching that which was in my heart, the look on his face mirroring my thoughts…Holy shit, that was intense.
He took me behind the neck and drew me closer to him, his lips no more than an inch from mine. Then, just at the moment I thought he would continue our kiss, he closed his eyes and placed his forehead on mine, taking a deep breath in.
My heartbeat was almost deafening as it pounded throughout my body, my chest moving up and down as I tried to catch my breath and regain composure. Pulling away, he opened his eyes and looked at me with intensity, passion, and…confusion.
“This isn’t why I brought you here, Liv,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Then he kissed me softly on the forehead and slowly leaned back into the couch cushion. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the drinks, but a mixture of emotions flooded my senses. I was both grateful and disappointed that he stopped and baffled at why I couldn’t. I was mad at myself for being so irresponsible, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the feeling of both peace and excitement that he gave me.
My head found a place to rest in the nook between his chest and his shoulder, as my arms held him. Closing my eyes, I became lost in the music.
Before trying her hand in writing, she worked her way up in the field of administrative healthcare with experiences ranging from working within a large local healthcare organization, to smaller independent physician practices.
In early 2013 her life took a change of course when she re-evaluated her passions in life, and sought out to try many new things. She reclaimed her childhood passion for reading, and after reading tons of fictional novels in a short amount of time, and loving every moment of it, she became absorbed with the idea of taking her experience with books to the next level, and decided to write one. Nine months later, her debut novel, The Fine Line was published.
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The Fragile Line Series by Alicia Kobiship
Series: The Fragile Line Series Parts 1-3
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Genre: New Adult Romance
"This story has everything. There's love, loss, desire, passion and so much warmth between Chloe and Matt. They understand each other. Their connection is fierce. Their passion is combustible....I was blown away." ~Verna of Verna Loves Books Blog (The Fragile Line: Part One)
"I absolutely loved this continuation of Matt & Chloe's story! Again we get flawless writing, delicious angst, and scenes where the chemistry is super hot. When these two are together, you can feel their passion - they are perfect for each other." ~Lori of BF Bookies Book Blog (The Fragile Line: Part Two)
“This book is so passionate and so real. Alicia's writing will make you feel everything. Every struggle they have, every bit of pain they feel and the love. The love will flow through you.” ~Verna of Verna Loves Books (The Fragile Line: Part Three)
Love is the one emotion they just can't shake off.
Part One of a Three-Part Story.
Chloe McCarthy has one rule when it comes to sex: one night, no strings. But for Logan Tanner, she made an exception.
Big mistake.
When he breaks off their ongoing friends-with-benefits arrangement for someone else, reality hits her hard. She's all alone and plummeting toward rock bottom. Until she runs into the one guy who can always make her smile. Matt Langston--mechanic by day, bouncer by night, ripped-and-tattooed-hot 24/7.
Matt would know that pink-tipped platinum-blonde hair anywhere. It's Chloe, doing a half-naked walk of shame. He knows she's no saint. Then again, neither is he--but he's no douchebag either. Her slumped shoulders and tear-stained cheeks ignite his protective instincts even as his better sense warns him she's a threat to his no-drama lifestyle.
As their friendship deepens, however, mutual desire reaches the boiling point. Chloe's body hungers for Matt as a lover--but the last thing she wants is to ruin the best thing that's ever happened to her with the best sex of her life...
Warning: This romance is appropriate for age 18+ only.
*The Fragile Line is a spin-off to The Fine Line, told in an addicting three-part romance novella series, with each part building on the last. Parts One, Two, and Three must be read in order. Reading The Fine Line first is not necessary, but will provide a further introduction to the characters which may enhance the overall reading experience.
The only way to have her heart's desire is to risk losing it all.
When the last spark of hope fizzles, love can light the way home.
Part Three of a Three-Part Story
In her heart, Chloe knows she's done the right thing to let Matt go. Her old life of clubbing, drinking, and hookups is over, but she isn't finished growing into the person she wants to be, much less a woman who's worthy of Matt's love.
She's not exactly moving on, but she's moving forward. Until she catches a glimpse of Matt on TV as one of the cast of the American Muscle reality show.And that's not all. He's holding hands with his co-star, Dalton Davis's beautiful daughter, Ava.
When Chloe walked away from Matt, he made a decision: he'd wait for her as long as it took. Meanwhile, he doesn't see any harm pretending to be with Ava just to appease her father--at first. But he can't pretend, not even for the cameras. Trouble is, Chloe has only seen half the story--the half that's a lie.
It may take a tragedy to bring her close enough to tell her--and show her--the whole truth.
Warning: This romance is appropriate for age 18+ only.
Before trying her hand in writing, she worked her way up in the field of administrative healthcare with experiences ranging from working within a large local healthcare organization, to smaller independent physician practices.
In early 2013 her life took a change of course when she re-evaluated her passions in life, and sought out to try many new things. She reclaimed her childhood passion for reading, and after reading tons of fictional novels in a short amount of time, and loving every moment of it, she became absorbed with the idea of taking her experience with books to the next level, and decided to write one. Nine months later, her debut novel, The Fine Line was published.
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The Fine Line by Alicia KobishopMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Title: The Fine Line
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Where to start? I had the chance to read the Fragile Line series just before reading The Fine Line, and they both follow a similar timeline, but entirely different at the same time. I had to often keep reminding that i was following a new set of characters with an entirely new story that was their own and stop trying to compare them and once i got that nice and straight in my brain, i absolutely enjoyed it! For a woman who had known hurt and abandonment from men that were important to her, Olivia did the one thing that came natural to her when she met Logan - she shut herself off, hoping that friend zoning him would keep her emotions safe from the fast growing attraction between them.
It's the kind of story that will make you experience it all and then take you through the wringer one last time just in case you weren't emotional enough. I couldn't get through The Fine Line fast enough and had to plow through every page to find out how these two would settle their issues and how Olivia would overcome her own personal fears. I absolutely enjoyed this book and I look forward to reading more from Alicia Kobishop!
The Fragile Line: Part One by Alicia KobishopMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Title: The Fragile Lines Part 1
Author: Alicia Kobishop
The first novel I've read by this author and I'm captivated. I had to read more and faster because I had to find out how Chloe would handle Matt, a man that she's never had to deal with before. He's different, he's commanding and he's not the man she had convinced herself she was in love with. Her attitude is downright awful and there's no doubt in my mind that she's used to getting what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. Matt.... well Chloe's about to learn that he's not what she first thought him to be.
I must hand it to Alicia Kobishop for describing two individuals so thoroughly that I feel as strongly as I did about them. Chloe was far from my favorite person and yet finding out more about her helped in redeeming her, in understanding her better. Matt may come off as the tough guy who couldn't be bothered by the drama, but deep down, you know there's more to it. High praises on turning my opinion 180 degrees and making me believe that sometimes all you need is the perfect partner to bring out your best qualities.
The Fragile Line: Part Two by Alicia KobishopMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Title: The Fragile Lines Part 2
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Continuing the story from where the first part left off, Alicia Kobishop spares no feelings to her readers and throws us all into a rabbit hole when it comes to Matt and Chloe. Now that they've settled into a sort of life together, a fast paced love story, after finally admitting how they feel for one another, their connection will be tested once more when Matt is offered the job of his dreams. But it's an offer that he can't or won't accept unless Chloe is on board with him for the long haul.
Just when you think you have these two figured out, something happens that throws you out of the loop and forces you to look at them with a new set of eyes. Their romance is so intense that even I don't know how they managed it so far, and yet, i can see how they balance one another out perfectly. I couldn't put this second part down because i HAD to find out what the ultimate decision would be... and what a great read it was...
The Fragile Line: Part Three by Alicia KobishopMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Title: The Fragile Lines Part 3
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Wow. For a conclusion to a series, Alicia Kobishop absolutely knows how to draw you back in and make your eyes tear up (in the good way). With the cliffhanger that we were given in the second part, it could have gone in so many ways, especially as Chloe watched Matt start, what she believed was, his new life with a woman he loved.
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I won't lie. My jaw dropped a few times and i sputtered - i hoped against all hope that it wouldn't just end the way it did with both of them living separate lives. They came out and grew so much with each other's support that it did break my heart. I couldn't read fast enough to find out how it would all end and I had everything crossed hoping it would help. I can't wait to read more from Alicia Kobishop in the future!!
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