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Blog Tour with Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: Loving Lucas by Violetta Rand


I’m so excited to be able to bring you the Blog Tour for Violetta Rand’s Loving Lucas!! Here you will see my review to this book with an nice excerpt!

Loving Lucas (Lies & Leather #1)
 by Violetta Rand
Publication Date:October 20, 2015
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Format: eARC
Source: Tasty Book Tours


Perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Monica Murphy, Violetta Rand’s explosive new Lies & Leather series kicks off with a red-hot motorcycle racer who rides hard and plays for keeps.

Twenty-one-year-old Karlie Augustine is a survivor. She’s smart and tough, but she’s in too deep with a bad boyfriend who isn’t above breaking her spirit—or her body. Luckily, help arrives in the form of a leather-clad, motorcycle-riding hunk on the right side of the law. Lucas Lafontaine is pure muscle, a Corpus Christi cop who ignites something primal deep within Karlie. And when he offers her room and board in exchange for housekeeping, she finally starts to feel safe again.

As their arrangement turns deliciously decadent, Lucas gets hooked on Karlie’s killer body and fighting spirit. He wants to heal the pain he sees behind her eyes, but to protect her he needs to keep her close, especially now that her psycho ex won’t take a hint. Even as Lucas fights his own battle for custody of his young son, he knows that what he’s found with Karlie is real—and that he’d do anything to protect the woman he wants to take to the finish line.

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review3 Rating
*Advanced Readers Copy received in exchange for an honest review*

 Okay so I did enjoy this book. It was a real good read but somehow I expected more. This book could have had so much more potential. I mean this book had Karlie who was in abusive relationship and she finds the strength to get herself free, there is one hot cop what races motorcycles and wants to save Karlie. Then there were funny and loving friends so this book should have been a great book but sadly it did not wow me so much. I just hoped for so much more.

Now this book is about a girl who was in an abusive relationship and she never knew how she would get away from Connor until one night on the tracks where they race. Lucas was there and saw what happened, he and Karlie’s friends helped Karlie get away from Connor. Lucas is definitely an alpha and protector but somehow I just thought he was a bit naïve. I would not just let someone move into my house if you just met. He did not know Karlie or anyone else at the time and you can’t just know a person just by the looks of them.

There was a few things we learned about Karlie like who a family were. She found out who her parents because she was an orphan all her live and she always felt alone except when she had her best friend and what not. One more thing I can say is that Karlie was also very naïve I mean who would go back to her ex just to get earrings back. If you get away from an abusive boyfriend then don’t go back to them!

Anyway the romance was okay, there was a little drama with the exes and a twist towards the end that I did not see coming. Unfortunately, I’m not really sure that any of the issues were resolved that left me feeling unsettled when I got to the end. Overall, this was an easy read, low-angst and a new adult romance and while I did enjoy it, it just needed something more.



I’m a prisoner. My cage is a luxurious thirty-two-foot Thor motor coach and Connor is stretched out on the leather couch by the only exit. If I try to sneak out, he’ll wake up. And I don’t want to suffer the humiliation of another one of his explosive tantrums. I’m standing between the bedroom door and living area, arms crossed over my chest, music and laughter filtering through the open windows. It’s ten o’clock; the races are officially over, but the partying just started.
I peek out the closest window, catching sight of the bonfire. It lights up the nighttime sky like fireworks. My friends are drinking and having fun, and I’m stuck inside with my homicidal boyfriend who loses it when I smile at another guy. I carefully weigh my options, considering the consequences. With Connor, everything comes with a price.
I sniff the air, smelling cigar smoke and barbeque. A tradition I hate missing. Michael Samos travels to Cuba every year and smuggles the finest cigars back, saving a box for the last weekend of the races. I can taste the citrusy twang already. However, what I crave most is the camaraderie, the feeling like I belong somewhere. Sitting in utter silence while Connor sleeps off his postrace buzz sucks. And I’ve already exhausted the DVD collection in the bedroom. If I watch Fast & Furious one more time I’ll puke.
I edge closer to the door. Connor flips onto his right side. There’s a night-light on in the kitchen. I gaze at his angelic face. That’s what initially attracted me, along with his sense of humor, of which I don’t see that much anymore. But after sixteen months, I know what lurks beneath his tranquil features.
And that’s why I don’t like him anymore.
I take another silent step and then stop. So far, so good. Another few steps and I’m at the door . . . I touch the latch, turn it, and the lock pops.
I cringe, not facing him. “Yes?” My voice wavers.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
I hear him sit up. “Outside.”
“Get over here.”
The fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. And my fight-or-flight instincts insist I obey. But I don’t want to. Instead, I push the door open.
Everything happens so fast. He clamps onto my hips, snapping me backward. I let out a little cry as he lifts me off my feet, slamming me onto the couch. My back hits the padding so hard it knocks the breath out of me. But I still try to roll onto the floor—maybe I can crawl between his legs, making it outside.
“Settle down,” he hisses, gripping my right ankle. “Now.” His nails dig into my flesh.
Tears sting my eyes, more out of fear than pain. “Please,” I beg. “Let me go.”
He laughs, wrapping his fingers around my throat. He applies just enough pressure to let me know he’s in control. “Where, Karlie?”
I raise my chin, my last attempt at defiance. “Wherever I want.”
He squeezes harder, depriving me of enough oxygen to make me feel dizzy. I kick my feet so hard my sandals fly off. I dig my fingernails into the sides of his face.
“Bitch . . .” He lets go accidentally and I take full advantage, launching off the couch.
I land on my knees near the steps and fall forward, hanging on to the edge of the first one, ready to scramble out the half-open door. He grips both of my ankles and flips me over, and the back of my head smacks the tiled floor with a sickening thud. It hurts more than brain freeze. I grit my teeth, praying the pain away, only to have it replaced by something far worse. He bends my big toe forward, and fire shoots up my foot. Oh. My. God. I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.
I kick frantically as he twists my toe again. “Stop or I’ll break it.”
He means it; I’ve been to the hospital twice in the last year with a broken wrist and a concussion. When the doctors asked what happened, Connor turned on the local-boy charm and told them I crashed at practice. He’s a local celebrity, so no one challenges him; no one suspects him of abuse. Except my friend Marie, but she’s outside with her boyfriend.
“Wh-what do you want?” I ask.
“Where’s the goddamn phone number that prick from Colorado gave you?”
“In-in the trash,” I stutter as fear takes over.
“Not in your pocket?”
I threw it away the minute we got back to the RV tonight. “No.”
“I don’t believe you.” He lets go of my foot, kneeling beside me.
His angry face gets closer and closer. Survival instinct takes over. I fist my hand and punch him in the nose with all the strength I have. He growls, falling back. Somehow I scramble to my feet and tumble down the steps, landing on the hard ground outside. Cool air fills my lungs and I shake my head. That pain at the base of my skull quickly reminds me where I am. I get up and run for the fire to join the others. Halfway there, I hear Connor’s heavy footsteps somewhere behind me. Oh God. This is it. I’m going to die tonight.
Breathless and exhausted, I fall to my knees hearing voices and see dozens of feet standing around me. The heat from the flames feels so good against my chilled skin. That’s the effect my boyfriend has on me; it’s 60 degrees outside and I’m as cold as a corpse.
“Karlie,” Connor calls, his boots coming into view in my periphery. “Don’t make this into something it doesn’t need to be. Get up—we’ll talk this out. In private.”
I don’t move. I can’t speak. I’m too busy worshipping the goddamned ground I’m kneeling on, thrilled to be free. Yet I fear that freedom will be short-lived. We’re a tight-knit group, but certain things are taboo in the racing community, interfering with relationship stuff being one of the biggest. And Connor Seville is a hero, a three-time American Motorcycle Association champion; the fact that he graces these unsanctioned races with his presence is reason enough for everyone to overlook his temper. He only participates for the extra money and to keep his local fans happy. His real passion is the national circuit, where television cameras and sports journalists chase him down for interviews.
He slides around me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I look up, meeting his blue gaze, the firelight making him look ominous. “No,” I say confidently. “We’ll never discuss anything again.”


About the author

An environmental scientist by day, Violetta Rand has been in love with

writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age,

she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her

neighborhood. Rand enjoys outdoor activities, music, reading, and losing herself

in the world she brings to life in the pages of her stories. The only thing she

loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband.

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