Wednesday, February 24, 2016

~*★Blog Tour with Review★*~ 9 Letters by Blake Austin


Meet Luke Crawley in Blake Austin's debut novel of loss, redemption, and ever-enduring love!


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Blurb


Luke Cawley is a broken man. After his wife's tragic death, he lost everything that mattered in the world. Now, his life is filled with hard days, harder nights, and a steady stream of alcohol and the wrong kind of women. Nothing helps.

Until the letters arrive on Luke's doorstep.

Nine envelopes. Nine messages. Nine chances to find his way back.

Rae Goode is looking for the real thing. After fighting her way out of a string of bad relationships, she's ready for something different--something true.
She meets Luke while piecing her life together, and right away she can tell that he's different. Drawn together by fate and the desire to heal, Rae and Luke discover new ways to mend their broken hearts--one letter at a time.

Discover Blake Austin's debut novel of loss, redemption, and ever-enduring love.


Excerpt


I was about twenty minutes early for my shift, but I got up to the bar, grabbed a rag, started wiping it down, bussing some dishes.
"Damn, Luke," Jake said, watching me work. "You win the lotto or something? Royals win the pennant last night and I forgot to watch?"
"I'm just in a good mood, that's all," I said.
I thought about it a moment longer, decided I should tell him more. Impart some wisdom learned from my not-particularly-advanced years.
"When everything's dark for so damn long and your eyes get used to it," I said, "just a little glimmer of sunshine lights up the whole world."
He nodded, then grabbed a bus bin and headed back into the kitchen.
Warren though, Warren wasn't impressed. He was sitting by one of the daytime barflies, but he'd stopped talking and was just watching me. I was on thin ice, and I knew it. I couldn’t afford to lose my job. A heartbroken, drunk, angry widower is probably as unemployable as the average ex-con.
I came on at the end of the day shift. Warren liked tending bar during the day, because it meant just shooting the shit with the regulars. That day I had a smile for every customer, sparse words of wisdom like day drunks want to hear. Tending bar wasn't my dream. But to hell with letting that make me lazy. I kept the place clean, I poured drinks like I cared.
I was getting into the swing of it when happy hour kicked in and a few more people filtered through the door. Couple of middle-aged bikers, a retired couple that parked their RV out front.
The door swung open again, letting in a little bit of that early-evening cold, and I glanced up to see a crowd of three women, with two men. One of the women was a reddish blonde, radiant. Sort of stole the light out of the room. It was Rae. Our eyes met and her smile gave the room back its light.
She'd been in jeans at the shelter, but she was in a blue dress now and she looked damn fine in either. Took my mind right off Maggie, faster than I thought it would be possible. I met her eyes, and she gave out a little gasp and giggle. I was probably smiling in surprise myself.
The crowd came over to the bar. I'd thought the other four were two couples, but I realized pretty quick that the black girl with the afro was dating the quiet white guy in a beard and glasses and tattoos, and that the other guy was trying to impress Rae. He had a John Deere hat, but his clothes were way too clean for me to buy it that he worked on a farm. I hated him, right off. I probably would have hated him if he was the best guy in the world, though. The other girl, she was tall, latina, and for some indiscernible reason was interested in the poser farmer.
Most of the time, I'm awful at reading people. But for some reason, at work I can tell you everything about everyone who walks in the door. About who's into who, about who had a bad day at work. Who wants to get drunk and miserable, who wants to get drunk and happy, who wants to get drunk and start trouble. Maybe it's some magic of the job, maybe it's just how people carry themselves at a bar. Helps with tips, that's for certain. You wingman right, and the money flows in.
Warren, he likes to upsell them drinks when he's doing that. Get them excited about the top shelf. Not me.
"Hey, Rae," I said.
"Luke," she said.
John Deere looked at me like I was the scum of the earth. And maybe I was, but if I was the scum then he was... I don't know, something worse than scum. Wannabe scum.
She introduced me to her friends. Nicole had the afro, her boyfriend was Eric. The girl with bad taste was Irina, and John Deere had some name but honestly it went in one ear and out the other. He was John Deere to me. Yeah, maybe I'm an asshole.
"So, how do you know this guy?" Deere asked, tossing me a look that said I clearly wasn’t good enough to be friend with someone like Rae.
"Oh, he came in just the other day. Adopted the sweetest dog, a bloodhound." She turned to me, flashing that dimple high on her cheek. "How is he? You guys call a truce yet?"
"King's great," I said. "I mean, he's probably at home right now, eating everything I've ever owned, but I figure I was due for a purge anyway, right?"
It was a lame attempt at humor, but Rae laughed.
"What can I get you all? Friend of Rae's is a friend of mine."


Title: 9 Letters
Author: Blake Austin
Release Date: February 22, 2016
Rating: ★★★★★
Reviewer: Diane
Every once in a while, I like to step out of my comfort zone in order to give authors that are new to me, a chance to prove themselves by giving me the story that will make me feel a wide range of emotions.  This is Blake's first book, so I only had the awesome cover that had the intriguing blurb to go with.  So I took a chance and dug right in.  I'm not disappointed to have taken that risk because it was so amazing that I have no choice but to give this story an amazing 5 star review.

  Copy of 9 Letters by Blake Austin provided in exchange for an honest spoiler free review.

  This story was so captivating and highly addicting that I sat there for hours on out to read it.  It's so originally, beautifully written with a powerful meaning to it.  I devoured every word, sentences and pages.  The words grabbed my heart, body, mind and soul to not let go until the very end.  Even after I was done reading, I got to prolong this great journey by writing a review to hopefully do it justice.  It's a whirlwind of emotions at tornado speed that left me in reeling.

  Luke is a young widow at only 24 years old.  He thought he would have a lifetime with Emily but faith had other plans for him.  After one year, he's still trying to keep afloat without drowning in sorrow.  One day he opens his door to find a package with 9 letters in it.  He must open them one at a time and accomplished what Emily asked of him before moving to the next one.  While doing what the letters asks of him, he meets Rae.

  This is so much more than a love story it's about a man who lost the love of his life and now he is grieving in his own way.  He needs to forgive himself in order to move on.  I loved the idea of these inspiring letters because that's something I would do if I were in Emily’s place.  I think that's what helped Luke move on.  This heartbreaking story made me sad but in the end left me smiling.

  It's a standalone told in Luke's POV with a HEA.  I strongly recommend this debut novel because it's worth the journey.  This is an author that will go on my list of favourites.


About the Author


Blake Austin is a guitar playing father of one, who lives in Los Angeles. He's written music for as long as he can remember and was inspired to add book writing to his repertoire. 9 Letters is his debut novel.

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