13 January 2015

trade paperback launch day blitz & Giveaway: Best Kind of Broken by Chelsea Fine



Best Kind of Broken (Finding Fate #1)
by Chelsea Fine.
Audience/Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance.
Publication: January 13, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback.
Pixie and Levi haven't spoken in nearly a year when they find themselves working―and living―at the same inn in the middle of nowhere. Once upon a time, they were childhood friends. But that was before everything went to hell. And now things are... awkward.

All they want to do is avoid each other, and their past, for as long as possible. But now that they're forced to share a bathroom, and therefore a shower, keeping their distance from one another becomes less difficult than keeping their hands off each other. Welcome to the hallway of awkward tension and sexual frustration, folks. Get comfy. It’s going to be a long summer.

Reviewed by Kelly.

Dang it! I hate it when I cry while reading a book! I can’t read anymore until the moisture in my eyes clears up! I loved the inner conversations they had in their heads with themselves, it was so hilarious! I read this book in less than a day, staying up late to read most of it. Then crying my eyes out several times.

This book is about two broken people. Both are grieving from a horrible loss. Both need each other because they are all they each have left. Just about literally. Yet, neither is able to talk to the other and things are awkward. When they are thrown together in Pixie’s aunt’s Inn for the summer, they slowly learn how to heal each other, but it isn’t easy for either so they make a lot of mistakes and do immature things because it’s easier than hurting. And some of the stupid things they did had me laughing! Some of the sweet things that happen needed a Kleenex!

The chemistry is so there!! The relationship grows slowly and I like that it wasn’t jumping in the bed right off. It just made their relationship stronger.

Levi is sweet, sometimes immature, a hard worker, loyal, good looking, is Pixie’s hero, and totally in love with Pixie!
Pixie is forgiving, kind, sometimes immature too, afraid to open up but ends up being the one to do it more often than not, an artist, and also totally in love with Levi!

Now they just need to tell each other! If only it were that simple!

There is this part in the book where Levi is fixing a planter in the garden of the Inn he is working at and an elderly man strikes up a conversation with him that floored me. He asks Levi if he likes to plant things and Levi tells him he is “a “fixing things” kind of guy”. The man says to him “That’s pretty much all planting is, fixing. You grow a flower or a vegetable- you spend months watering it and protecting it from the sun and critters- and then one day it starts to die and you have to fix it.” Then he tells Levi “It’s the damnedest thing, a dying plant, and it makes a man want to give up. But that’s the beauty of gardening, son. You can revive the things that wither.” They say a few more things and then a little silence and then the man tells Levi “They’re stronger, you know.” Levi says “What’s stronger?” “The plants that you revive,” he says. “When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive. So is the story of life, I guess.” Okay I put bits and pieces from that excerpt there because I couldn’t type a whole page but I wanted you to get the gist of it.

“This is life. This is what we have. We can mourn over the broken pieces or we can cling to what’s left. And we’re clinging like hell.”




The door to the dining room swings open again and this time Levi walks through, a box of tools in his hand.
Cougar Mable immediately lights up. “Morning, Levi!”
“Morning, Mable.” He smiles at her. He scowls at me.
I notice his face is now clean-shaven and a part of me misses his scruff—what? No. NO. I do not miss his scruff. Missing scruff is for weirdos.
I scowl back at him and start grating Swiss cheese.
“Where’s the fire alarm in here?” he asks in his work voice. It’s a very different voice than his get-out-of-my-way voice or his if-you-want-hot-water-wake-up-earlier voice.
Mable points to the wall, looking far too happy to be of service, and I keep my eyes down as he moves past me. As I sprinkle cheese over the quiche, I can’t help but notice how grated Swiss kind of looks like white scruff.
I’m not a weirdo.
Quiche finished, I turn to start sautéing vegetables and my gaze automatically darts to Levi. He’s so distracting. His arms are all raised, and his shoulders are all broad, and he’s fixing crap, and it’s just… it’s just… annoying.
You know what else is annoying? The fact that the freaking fire alarm is right by the stove.
With a huff and a puff and some choice words in my head, I grab my sliced bell peppers and force my feet to the stove. I throw the vegetables into a frying pan, grab a wooden spoon, and ignore Levi’s close proximity.
My body hums.
I ignore that too.
I steal a glance in his direction and watch as the corded muscles in his forearm flex as he unscrews something on the alarm box. Why does he have so many muscles in his forearm? That can’t be healthy.
I drop my eyes to the frying pan and focus on bell peppers, because bell peppers are interesting and they don’t have backs the size of Alaska or copious amounts of forearm muscles.
The forearm muscles that I’m not thinking about lightly brush my shoulder, and the humming inside my body knots together and zips around like a bumblebee on crack.
I casually turn down the heat on the stove, like that’s the reason I’m suddenly a human vibrator, and go back to stirring. Levi goes back to screwing.
Bell peppers.
I’m thinking about bell peppers.
Levi brushes against me again, except this time his forearm grazes my breast and my body immediately goes wild, like I’m some love-starved teenager, and the humming dives low in my belly and the stove gets hotter and my breaths get shallow and suddenly bell peppers are the sexiest vegetable on earth.
Welcome to Hotel Horny Women, home of scruffy cheese and sensual produce.
From the corner of my eye, I catch his Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous swallow, which can mean only one thing. The boob brush was an accident.
Well, crap.
If he had been trying to cop a feel with his Hulk-ish forearm, I could have responded with some kind of snarky “you’re a pervert” comment. But it wasn’t on purpose and somehow that makes it sexier, and now the cracked-out bumblebee is buzzing in my nether regions and my hands are starting to tingle and why the HELL is this stove so hot?
I turn the burner down another notch and take a slow, deep breath. I have a boyfriend. A great boyfriend. So this sexual frustration I feel around Levi is nothing to get my bee-loving panties in a bunch about. I just need to calm down.
Levi lowers his arm for a moment, his eyes still on the alarm, and stretches his neck.
Ah, the neck stretch. The universal sign of stress. Well, at least I’m not alone in my frustration. My hot, distracting, pants-are-so-inconvenient frustration.
Wait, what?
Who said anything about pants? I am NOT thinking about pants—or lack thereof. Damn you, bell peppers!
I toss the wooden spoon to the side and move back to the counter, where the threat of being turned on by a handyman or, you know, a sautéed vegetable is much less severe.
I stare at the scruffy quiche and bite back a groan. What was I thinking, living under the same roof as Levi? There’s no way I’ll survive the summer.
Hell, I can barely survive breakfast.


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Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She's ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.






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