Title: Falling for Hudson (Marlowe #2)
Author: Alexandria Bishop
Release Date: Dec 22, 2015
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Orphaned and alone, Chloe Weston is forced to leave everything she knows and start over with nothing more than a shattered heart. But it isn’t long until the Hartley boys–both of them–begin to mend the broken pieces. Kind, loving, and reliable Hudson Hartley would move mountains to see her smile. On the contrary, fun, sexy, bad boy, Jax Hartley, only wants to help her forget about her pain. Filling the void in Chloe’s life, the brothers vie for her attention–and heart. But only one can have her…
BFF K’s Review
After reading Finding Flynn, I was interested in seeing what happens next for the guys from Marlowe, and with Ashtyn and Chloe. I really liked Chloe’s storyline in this book. I was invested in her character and the grief she was experiencing from her parents’ death was palpable. She was coping the best she could and Hudson was certainly a swoon-worthy hero. He lovingly cared for Chloe as well as he could.
I was a little frustrated with the uneven writing. There were some parts that were really good, but others that felt forced. And the storylines sometimes felt too contrived. The book is a cross between YA and NA, but straddles the line so it’s not totally clear which genre it fits. I wish the characters were a little older and out of High School, I think that would have helped me buy some of the plot lines. I also wanted a little more from the other characters. More Jax and more Flynn!
I am still interested in what happens to Marlowe. In the epilogue, we get a flash forward for some of the characters and I liked that, but it skipped many years and many characters. Alexandria Bishop is a new author (this is her 2nd book) and I think she holds a lot of promise. If there’s more to come for Marlowe, I’m likely to keep following the band!
An Advance Copy was received in exchange for an honest review.
Excerpt
Hudson
Down in the kitchen, I find Jax, luckily alone. He never cared about flaunting his latest conquests around, but since Chloe has been staying here, I haven’t seen a single one. I’m extremely grateful, and I wonder if he even knows he’s doing it. “Hey man, what are you doing up so early?
Looking up from his overflowing bowl of Cap’n Crunch, he says, “Chloe isn’t exactly a quiet crier. But I’m used to it at this point. I don’t have anywhere to be, so I can just sleep all day.”
“Sorry about that. I think it’s just hitting her a little harder today. Stuff like your first day of senior year is important to girls like Chloe. It’s the first major life moment that her parents are missing.”
“I get it, dude. I haven’t said anything because she’s going through shit right now. I’m not a major asshole, or at least I try not to always be.”
Oddly enough, I think that’s the first normal conversation we’ve had in a long time. The Hartley brothers don’t have heart-to-hearts, as funny as that sounds. Honestly, if it weren’t for the band, I don’t think we’d be as close as we are. That’s about all we have in common. The silence drags on, and although it isn’t uncomfortable for me, Jax can never have it be silent for too long. He always has to fill the silence in some way.
One night when I was watching TV, Jax came in, and just like any older brother he took the remote and changed the channel. I thought about arguing, but I was too exhausted and went with it. Five minutes after he found something, I could hear mumbling. I looked over and his mouth was moving. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?”
“Yes you are. Wait…are you saying all of the lines?”
“No. Why would I do that? That’s weird.”
After another five minutes, he started up again. He was oblivious to the fact he was doing it, or he couldn’t hold out any longer. Either way, it was some pretty funny shit.
“Do you think the Flash can turn his dick into a human vibrator during sex?”
And there it is. What the fuck? I stare at him incredulously. “Where do you come up with this shit?”
He holds up his juice glass, and I notice it’s adorned with the members of the Justice League. “C’mon, just think about it.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I guess that makes sense.”
“Dude, that would be awesome.”
I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation right now. “Just don’t tell the ladies your theory.”
“Why not?”
“Because then they’d be disappointed in your lack of vibrating abilities.”
“Trust me, brother, no chick has ever left my bed disappointed.”
“Dude, I don’t want to know how any girl feels leaving your bed. That’s between you and whoever your latest hookup is.” He opens his mouth to say something, but Chloe walks in the room and he shuts it right back up. I don’t know what was going on between Chloe and Jax over the summer, but it stopped after that night. The two of them don’t even talk to each other anymore. Or more like Jax doesn’t talk to Chloe. I think he feels responsible for the accident, but I’ve told him time and again it wasn’t his fault.
Born in a small southeastern island in Alaska, Alexandria moved to southern Oregon early on in her life. Where she still resides with her young daughter, husband, and fur baby.
She’s insanely obsessed with fashion and used to dream of becoming a fashion designer creating new outfits for her Barbie’s with her childhood best friend. For now she’s loving writing and fulfilling her fashion addiction with shopping.
Along with fashion, Alexandria is a big lover of music. She’s always listening to something while writing and creates a playlist to go along with each book she writes. She’s always on the hunt for new music and loves getting suggestions from her readers.
Alexandria spends way too much time on social media and would love for you to say hi!
Margaret Madigan
I live in Michigan with my husband and our two sons. My family is very supportive of my writing. When I’m writing, they often bring me the take-out menu so that I can call and order them dinner. They listen patiently when I talk about my characters like they’re real. They rarely roll their eyes when I tell them I’ll only be a second while I finish writing a chapter…and then they take off their coats. They ask me how the story is going when I surface after living for hours in a world of my own making. They have learned to accept my “writing uniform” consisting of a slightly unflattering pink fleece jacket, t-shirt, and black yoga pants. And they smile at my nerdy bookishness whenever I try to explain urban fantasy to them. In short, they get me, so they are perfect and I am blessed. Please visit me at my website: http://www.amyabartol.com
