October 29, 2013

Book Review: Broken Fences by Kelly Gendron

Title: Broken Fences (TroubleMaker #1)
Author: Kelly Gendron
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: 10/15/2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 47,000

Colden Saint James, Dusty Owens, and a single night of passion had equaled to poor old Mr. McAllister’s broken fence. Add six years, a troublemaking photo, and there’s not a fence in Texas that’s gonna be safe. 

It took Dusty Owens two years to land Colden “Saint” James, even if it was for only one night, but the very next day, he was gone. Now, years later, the “Saint” has returned, but he’s no longer the do-gooder rookie cop Dusty remembers. 

Dusty Owens always had a way of making every single one of Colden’s man parts go all hard. He’d been so close to falling for the girl before he’d left Odessa. Now, due to a troublemaking photo, Colden must return to his hometown to keep her safe. Trouble is, he’s a different man—not to mention the change. Well, it’s gonna cause all kinds of problems where Dusty Owens and all of his man parts are concerned. 

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Broken Fences (TroubleMaker, #1)Broken Fences by Kelly Gendron

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This book was pretty good. It could have been great, but there were just a few things that bothered me that made it just okay for me. The premise was interesting and the characters were great, but it just didn't mesh together perfectly.

Dusty Owens has been pining away in Odessa - remembering the night six years ago that she lost her virginity to Colden St. James. He up and left town the next day and she hasn't seen him since. She heard that he has been working for the government in Georgia and has a wife and three kids. Actually, that couldn't be further from the truth. Colden has actually been working undercover for the FBI in Detroit for the last six years. He has never been able to forget the sexy spitfire that he fell hard for back in Odessa, but at the time he was scared of how he felt for her. Once the FBI catches wind that Colden's cover may have been blown, he hightails it back to Odessa to protect Dusty in case the men he was trying to bring down try to hurt her. Their sexual chemistry and strong feelings are still there, but Dusty is still hurt and Colden is reluctant to tell her the truth about his past, so they can't seem to bridge the gap that has grown between them. The question is, is it gonna be too little too late when Colden finally comes clean to Dusty, or has he hurt her one too many times to make things right?

The sexual attraction between Dusty and Colden was way hot and sexy, and the push and pull of their complicated relationship was very well done and enticing. I was drawn in to the story and read it in a couple of hours, but at times the writing seemed clunky and awkward and kind of threw me out of the story. Plus, there were two really big things that annoyed me and really broke the flow of the story. I really, really don't mind when a character in a book gives another character a cute pet name. Especially if it's between the two main characters. Cutie, sweetie, honey, baby, studmuffin....whatever it may be is fine. However, please PLEASE don't use it every single time that character speaks to the other character. It not only kills any sort of romantic, special feeling that comes from reading the pet name, it is also really annoying. For instance, it seemed like every single time Colden spoke to Dusty, he was calling her girl, or pretty girl, or naughty girl, or good girl, or Dusty girl. Every. Single. Time. And girl is not even that great of a pet name. It seems sort of condescending. But whatever - to each his own. Just don't overdo it. My last complaint was the awkwardness that seemed to pop up a couple of times during sex scenes, or descriptions of sexual acts or feelings. If the book I'm reading is in the romance or erotica category, I certainly expect to see the words "pussy", "cock", and "dick." What I don't expect to read is the above words, and then randomly a term like "man parts" or "lady parts" gets thrown in. As in, "She was making my man parts hard." Ummm...no. Not only does that throw a bucket of figurative cold water straight on the sexy feelings that were going on in that scene, but it's also confusing. You can't go from extremely graphic and crude terms to something that seems like someone in the 1950's would say to describe a penis and vagina. It's just doesn't work together.

Besides those things, I did enjoy this book and the story and the characters. I will probably pick up book two to see what happens with the rest of the characters.

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“Just admit it. You want me.” A crooked grin tugged on his lip.
Dusty glared at him from the corner of her eye. “Okay.” She gripped the railing and swayed back. “Yes, once I wanted you—once. But like I said, let’s not dwell on the past. I’m so over you, St. James.”
The smug son-of-a-bitch’s smile broadened. He shook his head. “I’m so not convinced, Dusty girl,” he said with sparkling, playful eyes.
“Stop calling me that!”
“What?” He arched a badly behaving eyebrow. “Girl?”
“Well, you are one, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but—”
“Oh, I get it,” he rudely interrupted. “Too generic? How ‘bout I call you, uh…my pretty girl? Would you like that?”
In false protest, her nose and forehead scrunched. But she could already see it. The minute that little fawning left his sexy mouth, she’d drop to her knees, ready to give the man whatever he wanted.
“No?” He rubbed his chin and released a low, sexy, “Hmm.” A second later, he lifted an a-ha finger. “Tough girl?”
Her entire face flushed with heated anger.
He grimaced. “Don’t like that either?” His eyes hooded. “I know what kind of girl you are.”
She snorted. This oughtta be good. “Yeah? And what kind of girl am I?”
“A bad girl,” he huskily drawled. “You want to be my bad girl, don’t you?”
“No!” Oh God, yes! Who wouldn’t want to be his bad… anything? The new and improved St. James was hot, and her knees were already begging to hit the floor for him. Shake it off, bad girl. Just, shake it the hell off!
“Come over here.” An arm wrapped around her waist. “C’mon.” He dragged out the words as he dragged her up to his side. “It’s all good. You can be my bad girl anytime, Dusty Owens.”
When he bent his head down, warning bells went off in her addled brain. Sissy and Jimmy could see them from where they were standing. She veered back, her hand pressing into his shoulder, “Colden!”
“Don’t be so skittish.” His lips turned up, and his grip tightened. “Where’s that brazen girl? Where’s the girl who showed up at Rusty’s Tavern with Britt Weber, the player of all plays?”
Her eyes widened. Is he really going to bring up that night?
“And after a slow, naughty bull ride performance in a very slinky white dress, I might add, that bad girl dirty danced with the scumbag.”
He even remembers my dress? God.
“Where’s that brazen girl who took a huge risk, hoping I’d come to her rescue and save her from the sleazebag?”
The night flooded into her brain, Colden pulling her out of Britt Weber’s truck. Him punching Britt, who was twelve years her senior, right in the face, and Colden chasing after her and catching up with her at old man McAllister’s fence. Crazy for him, her attempt at making Colden jealous had worked. She’d tried to keep him hot by picking a fight, but Colden hadn’t taken the bait. Without saying a word, he’d just walked up to her and kissed her hard, a kiss he didn’t break until they broke McAllister’s fence—until she’d surrendered her virtue and her heart to him.
“So? Where’s that bad girl now?” he provoked.
Dusty shook her head and told him the truth. “She grew up.” She knew it was immature to try to make Colden jealous back then. He wasn’t a kid. He was a man, and he had shown her that night just what kind of man he was, the kind she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
“Nah.” Sturdy fingers pressed into her hipbone. “I think she’s still in there. She just needs some coaxing to come out and play.” He leaned in and huskily taunted, “Come out, come out, wherever you are! Be my bad girl and admit you wanna play.”
“In your dreams, St. James. Why don’t you get over yourself? I’ve already told you that I don’t feel anything for you—not anymore,” she lied, trying to save herself.
“I don’t believe you.” His eyes wickedly twinkled with the statement.
“I don’t really care what you believe.”
“Take your panties off.”
As angry as he was making her, her body had to respond to the command, and every muscle froze. “What?”
“If they’re bone dry,” he said, tilting to the left and dropping his voice, “I’ll believe you.”
“Colden, look where we are, for God’s sake. You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna­—”
He tilted slightly closer, his eyes dark and daring. “Take them off.”
“I-I can’t,” she mumbled, hypnotized by his captivating, intent look and even more stunned by the crazy demand.
“Why?” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Oh, right.” His smile grew bigger. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind getting my hand a little wet.”
What? Absolutely incorrigible! “You’re an ass.”
“Well, if that’s not your excuse, what is?”
“Besides the obvious, it’s a rude a request.” She smirked at him. Yeah, that’s right, buddy. Two can play at this game. “I can’t give them to you because…” She inched closer to his tempting mouth. “I’m not wearing any.” Unable to ignore the pleasure she got from seeing the astonishment light up his eyes, her smile grew too.
“Damn, girl.” He exhaled, letting out a very noticeable whistle. His hand slid slowly down her hip, as if to confirm her claim, then roamed to her backside. “Do you know what a statement like that can do to a guy?”
“Again, I don’t care.”
“Well then, let’s make you care…”

Author Bio:
Kelly resides in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her day job? Kelly works in health care representing a group of nursing facilities in the WNY area. She’s been faithfully writing for three years but did write her first book ten years ago. She put it down to raise her son as a single mom and then picked it back up when she and her son finally grew up. That's when she settled into her newly married adult life and started to seriously write again. She's dabbled with Romantic Suspense stories, but recently she's been on an Adult Contemporary Romance kick.


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