Blog Tour: Angel Interceptors Series by Elizabeth Corva ~ Brittany's Review of A Million Miles Away, Excerpt & Giveaway!
My first thought after finishing A Million Miles Away was what a debut! This book is the first in the Angel Interceptors Series by Elizabeth Corva and I just devoured it. After reading the blur, I was super excited to get started on this one, and it definitely did not disappoint. Books that incorporate music are some of my favorites, and this one was done wonderfully. This book grabbed my attention from the very first page and I couldn't put it down. I had a feeling I would like it, but I was surprised at just how much I loved it in the end.
Jasmine had a pretty tough childhood. Her mother passed away when she was only 13 and she turned to music for an escape, something a lot of us can probably relate to. She had a particularly strong connection with the band Strange Angels, specifically with the lead singer, Jonathan. She turned to him and his music during difficult times, and was able to find the strength and escape she needed through their songs. When we jump to 4 years later, She is still a huge fan. She's living with her over protective step-father, and she spends her free time daydreaming, as most teenagers do, of her forever celebrity crush. At first glance, this might seem like a typical celebrity-meets-girl-next-door romance, but it's much more than that. There's no whirlwind romance or insta-love here, it's all very slow developing and I enjoyed that immensely.
There were a few things about Jasmine that bothered me. One being the fact that she's supposed to be extremely put together and mature for her age, yet she comes over completely naïve at times. One example being that she doesn't even know her social security number-- what? She's in college. I'm pretty sure I had mine memorized before I hit middle school. That, to me, seemed unrealistic. But this is just one small example. Her relationship with her step-father was frustrating at times as well. It's understandable that he would be extra protective, after having lost his wife, her mother, already, but to do things such as snapping at her about meeting her new employer (whether he agrees with his lifestyle or not) was a bit absurd. She's an adult at this point in the story-- what parent questions their adult child's employer? Other times, though, I really enjoyed their relationship. Yes, he was extremely overbearing, but he gave her his support when it mattered, and he did always have her best interests at heart. So I guess I'll forgive him.
Overall, as I said, I really loved this story. It does have a pretty big cliffhanger, so make sure you have book two on hand straight away! It wasn't quite what I expected going in, but I was very pleasantly surprised. I couldn't put it down, the writing flowed nicely, and I found myself wrapped up in Jasmine and Jon's story. I would have loved to see a bit more romance, but I also loved that things weren't rushed. The romance junkie in me had her fingers crossed that we would get more swoon-worthy moments in the sequel. I definitely recommend this one!
You can read my review of book 2, Give in to the Night here!
Like Silver, Jonathan was also clad in jeans with damp hair falling loose over his just-scrubbed chest. Even taller than he looked in photographs, his narrow-waisted, wide-shouldered frame seemed to fill the door frame. “Hiya. Didn’t realize I had an audience out here,” he told her. His expression wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t exactly one of pure delight either. Jasmine realized that he was giving her a chance to explain her presence.
“H-hi. I’m here with my…friend,” she told him. “She’s with Silver. Back there,” she added, pointing toward the closed door on the other side of the room.
“They left you on your own while they tryst? Very poor!”
Even though the singer spoke with a little laugh, Jasmine still felt a stab of anxiety. “I can wait for them outside if you want me to,” she offered, placing her hands behind her back like an errant schoolgirl called to the headmaster’s office.
“How could I kick out a fellow Waterboys fan?” The frontman walked over and held out his hand. “Jonathan Fox.”
Oh yeah, I know. “Jasmine Ashbrook,” she replied, trying to stop the trembling in her extremities as he enclosed her hand in a firm grasp. She greedily inhaled the smell of his shampoo and the hint of another warm fragrance, like a cross between cinnamon and ozone. Was it aftershave? Soap? Or just him?
Jonathan gave a disbelieving laugh. “You’re not having me on, right? Your name’s really Jasmine?”
“No joke, that’s my name.” She thought about producing her driver’s license as evidence, but decided against it because the picture sucked. “Smile!” the DMV employee behind the camera had growled so fiercely that Jasmine was terrified into doing the opposite.
After he retrieved a green-bottled beer from the cooler, Jonathan leaned against the makeup counter. His expression was still neutral, but his grey eyes were starting to warm. “Go on, take your kettle off the heat,” he offered with a nod at the plush armchair.
Jasmine sat down and leaned back, trying to affect a nonchalant attitude. “Thanks-whoa!” She nearly dropped her water as the backrest tilted toward the wall behind her while the lower part of the chair slid forward until she was almost flat on her back.
Jonathan laughed, but in a sympathetic way. “Don’t feel bad. I didn’t realize that was a stealth recliner when I first sat on it either. But unlike you, I spilled my drink.”
Embarrassing though the incident was, Jasmine realized that it had turned out to be the perfect icebreaker. With most of her anxiety gone, she gave Jonathan a tentative smile as she sat up. It was hard not to stare at him. His lightly muscled torso was tantalizingly smooth except for a narrow line of golden-brown hair that trailed down from his navel to disappear beneath the waist of his low-riding jeans. She ever-so-briefly let her gaze drop a couple of inches lower before catching herself. Whoa, Nelly. Stick to the view above the shoulders.
Elizabeth Corva is a headbanger cleverly disguised as an ordinary office drone. Before she fell down the rabbit hole into the corporate world, she held various jobs in the music industry. Most of them were gruntwork and none of them paid worth a hoot, but she got a treasure trove of good band stories out of it. She’ll tell you some of the juicier ones if you ply her with the right beverages.
The Angel Interceptor series was conceived as the sun was setting on Hair Metal, born during the early days of fictionpress, and came of age in 2013 when the author finally worked up the nerve to try self-publishing. All of Elizabeth’s works are dedicated to the men who play Metal and the women who love them, even though they should know better. She pinkie swears to stay far away from insta-love, cheating, and nausea-inducing baby drama.
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