Blog Tour ~ All Played Out by @CoraCarmack includes Derna's review, Excerpt and Giveaway. @InkSlingerPR
I just love when I get the chance to finish one book in a series and move straight on to the next book in the series. And less the twenty-four hours after finishing All Broke Down I started All Played Out the third in Cora Cormack, Rusk University Series. And like the previous books in the series I enjoyed it.
All Played Out is about a girl with a “to do” list and a hot sexy jock who wants to help her complete it. It should be relatively, easy but as they start to cross off her “to do” list it leads to something more than they were both expecting.
“There’s no predicting it… How one thing can affect your life. …There’s no way to know until it’s too late…Life a bitch like that”
Antonella (Nell) De Luca Dylan’s roommate I just loved her, her awkwardness, and her shyness. She was smart, and a little nerdy. I have to say she reminded me at times of a cross between my favorite nerdy couple Sheldon Cooper and Amy Farrah Fowler. I think it was the way she would analyze her feelings and emotions. Her ‘To Do’ list was great!! We should all make one ;)
“My brain has never been a problem. But my heart is an equation I don’t know how to solve”
Mateo Torres is the hot sexy Jock! Awww, I was a big fan of his too. He was confident, outgoing, spontaneous, funny, a charmer, and he liked to be the life and soul of the party. He has magnetic personally, and I could see why Nell was attractive to him. He’s been hurt before, he has regrets, and has made mistakes, but with Nell there is the feeling that this could be his second chance.
“Be worthy of her. Not by playing football or pretending to be something you’re not. By being the man she makes you fell like you are. Strung and smart and kind and so damn lucky to have her”
I enjoyed the storyline; it was warmhearted easy sexy read, which was low on the drama. Cora always creates entertaining characters and Nell, and Matto were no different. They may have been opposites, but they worked, they brought out the best in each other,
Because Mateo Torres is loud, and I’m quiet. Because he’s reckless, and I’m cautious. Because he belongs everywhere, and I don’t.
I love the chemistry that they had. I adored seeing how being around Mattoe helped Nell’s shyness disappear, and her confidence grow. And the way being around Nell helped Mattoe realize what he wanted, to see the bigger picture. Their friendship/relationship was funny and sweet. The romance was hot and sexy, and Mateo did leave me grinning a few times.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you again since the moment our last kiss stopped”
“Each time he touches me, each time he says something, it feels like I’m whispering against dynamite, like I’m a hairsbreadth away from utter destruction.”
I’m enjoying this football series, and I can’t wait to read Stella’s book All Closed Off. My only disappointment is that it’s not due to releases until 2016. However, I think it’s going to be worth the wait as I have a feeling that going to be heartfelt, and emotional. If you’re a fan of Cora Cormack, then this series is for you. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.
I’ve always gone out of my way to avoid situations that might stir up that kind of reaction. When I was getting picked on in middle school, I found a teacher willing to let me eat lunch in her classroom during her off period. I didn’t really do much dating in high school, because the few times I tried, I couldn’t handle the stress of not knowing what would happen next. The mere possibility of embarrassing myself was always enough to make me run in the other direction. I didn’t take any chances. Not that kind at least. And now it seems as if my social life is not the only department where I’m playing catch-up.
Welcome to Humiliation. Population: Me.
Thankfully, I’m so miserable that the next few minutes only occur in bursts and patches for me. When I next lift my eyes, Dylan is there, and we’re inside the apartment. I blink, and I’m in my room. It’s dark, only the lamp by my bed providing light, and she’s dabbing at my forehead with a damp cloth that feels like heaven.
“Why did I do this?” I groan. “Why does anyone do this?”
She doesn’t laugh, though I can tell she wants to.
“Hindsight is twenty-twenty.”
“I hate that saying.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“I hate the truth.”
She does laugh then.
“Why did you do it?” she asks. “I tried to ask Matt, but he sounds like a yeti when he’s this drunk. I couldn’t make out anything he said.”
“I hate yetis,” I mumble.
“Yes, well, before you say you hate water, drink this.”
She tilts my head up to meet a glass, and half the water ends up running down my neck. And I do, indeed, hate water.
The only thing I don’t hate is sleep. Sleep will take away the churning in my stomach, and the awful taste in my mouth, and the flushed heat I know is still marring my skin.
Maybe I’ll wake up, and this will all have been a dream. I won’t have thrown up in front of the people I’m trying to make my new friends. I wouldn’t have told the most attractive guy to ever show any interest in me that I’m a virgin.
Maybe I’ll wake up to find that this whole list thing was a long, elaborate dream, and I can go back to being blissfully weird and antisocial and ...
Somewhere between one forced sip of water and the next, I must fall asleep, because I wake up after what feels like hours to the sound of my door closing. Probably just Dylan checking on me, but I’m struggling to find the motivation to move my head the six inches it will take to confirm this suspicion.
Eventually, my bed shifts, slanting to one side, and my head ends up turning of its own volition. I decide I’m dreaming when I see who’s seated beside me, because there’s no way Torres would be in my room after everything that just happened. I’m sure Dylan wouldn’t even let him in. I decide that this must be my subconscious, trying to give me one last good-bye, unreal though it may be.
“I brought you some food,” he says.
I groan. My dream can’t even do me the courtesy of giving me a pleasant last memory. Or is it normal to be drunk in your dreams when you’re drunk in real life?
He breaks the corner off a bread stick and holds it up to my lips. I don’t open.
“Trust me,” he says. “I know you’re tired and probably miserable, but this will help. And the more food and water we get into you now, the less you’ll hate yourself in the morning.”
“Already hate myself,” I say, but I take a bite of the bread stick he’s offering. It takes me forever to chew it, and when I’m done, he holds up another. Grudgingly, I eat it.
“That’s my girl.” And now I know it’s a dream.
He offers me water, and I take it, if only to wash down the bread.
“What happened to our deal?” he asks, and he sounds almost angry. “If you’d waited for me, I could’ve taken care of you. Made sure you didn’t drink too much.”
Since it’s a dream, I don’t see the point in being dishonest.
“I don’t want you to help me with the list.”
“Why not?” Yeah. He’s definitely angry.
“Because I don’t want you to think I’m a loser.”
“Damn it. I think a lot of things about you, Nell. Some of them are certainly not nice, but trust me, they’re all complimentary.” I shake my head, too tired to pick out the meaning of his words. “You’re not a loser, Nell. And I’m going to help you with that list whether you like it or not. I didn’t like coming into your apartment and seeing you with that guy. I don’t like that he’s the one who you shared this first with. I want your firsts.”
And don’t forget to grab your copy of ALL LINED UP and