Thursday, June 5, 2014

Blog Tour: Pretty Instinct by S.E Hall


“If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”

There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel…. 

But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.

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Wow! Once again S.E. Hall blew me away. I never thought one of her character would take the place of Dane in my heart, but move over Dane you have company, and his name is Cannon Blackwell. I would never toss Dane out so they occupy my heart together.
Okay, let me start off and say Pretty Instinct isn't your basic band book, yes there are scenes of their shows, some of which will melt your heart. You want to know what I am reading about? Buy the book and read it.
Pretty Instinct is a story with dept that will touch your soul and play at your emotions. If you are like me you will cry, laugh, cry some more, swoon, get hot, and then cry all over again. Have a change of panties ready ladies because Cannon will melt them off.
Liz is the fiery, lead singer of the band See You Next Tuesday. She is rough around the edges due to an incident that happened when she was younger. She cares for her brother Connor who goes down as my favorite sibling off all time. Connor will melt your heart. You will want to jump into the book and hold him.
You will love the hot supportive characters as well. Rhett and Jarrett are protective of both Liz and Connor. I can't wait to hear more from them in the future.
My review like the synopsis is vague because this is a book you need to going to with very little details. So, stop waiting and 1-click your copy today!!

S.E. Hall Author Pic

S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!

I check my phone for the tenth time. It’s almost 2 am, surely they’re asleep and I can sneak to my own bed. Sleeping with Conner isn’t as fun as you might think, unless you think being caged with a wild animal sounds like a party.

As quietly as possible, I slink out of the bed and through his door, pulling it closed; halfway there. Sending up a silent prayer I don’t meet any open, awake eyes, I turn, relieved at the lack of spectators, and scurry to my bed. After sharing my song tonight, I need some time to pass before I look them in the eyes—those lyrics, the tremor in my voice as I sang—I’m not ready for questions or commentary.


Of course I didn’t pull off the covert bed switch undetected. This bus—40 x 8 feet—might as well be a shoebox. I draw back the curtain, squinting my eyes against the dimness.

“Hey,” Cannon greets me with a whisper and grin from his bed, curtain also pulled open.

Giving him back the smile I can’t contain, I finger wave. Has he been waiting up for me? Was I secretly hoping he’d still be awake? Do I want to know either answer or what it says about me? What planet am I living on that this is now an issue?

“Here.” He scoots to the edge of his bunk and hands across…an earbud? Eyeing him curiously, I turn on my side, facing his way, and put it in my ear. “Shhh.” He puts a finger over his lips then winks and slips the other bud in his own ear, only breaking eye contact for a split second to tap the phone screen, then reconnecting in the muted light.

“Hello, Lizzie,” his voice sounds in my ear and as my eyes pop in surprise. He once again does the “shhh” thing, nodding to me to just listen. “I thought about playing you ‘You Are So Beautiful,’ but surely you already know that. This, you may not.”

There’s a brief pause, then music starts… It’s “Have a Little Faith in Me.”

I know I whimper aloud, but I force my eyes to stay on his no matter how badly I want to hide them and the building tears. Through the entire song, I stare and he stares back, mouthing the words every once in a while. With the closing notes, his voice returns.

“Not too corny, I hope. Just…think about it. Sweet dreams, Lizzie.”

Apparently picking up on the fact I’ve been rendered incapable of functioning, he reaches over and gently removes the earbud, taps the end of my nose with his fingertip, then closes my curtain for me.

I’ll have the corny with a side of corny please.

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