AMAZON & GOODREADS BOOK TOUR!!! ~ Chasing Gunner by J.M. Stoneback

Title: Chasing Gunner
Author: J.M. Stoneback
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2019
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Drink, f*ck, and work.
Repeat.
I’m an empty vessel.
Torn by my demons that haunt me.
Until the woman I craved for eight years stumbles back into my life.
Working as my Personal Assistant.
Gia Gallagher.
Wreaking havoc like a tornado.
She knows I’m a wolf in a sheep’s clothing.
She knows not to fall in love with me.
She fell hard.
I fell hard.
And then, I broke her.
I broke me.
I broke us.

 

 

This story was difficult for me to rate. I couldn’t find much wrong with the story. Gia started off as a great character who had experienced some trauma in her life that made her wary of men, but especially Gunner.
Gunner it took me a little longer to appreciate. He was abrasive and rude and a bunch of other words I won’t use. Sure, he has his reasons. Then again, don’t we all?
My problem with Chasing Gunner is that I simply didn’t like Gunner. Nothing he did made me like him and some things made my dislike grow which only made me wish there was some delicious hottie ready to swoop in and carry Gia into the sunset. But alas, there was just Gunner.
This was a well written story but I just couldn’t connect because of my dislike of the hero.

“You had sex in here!” I say incredulously.
 

 

“What?” Guilt slices through his face.

 

 

 

“That’s why you gave me a buttload of errands to run, you got some booty.”

 

 

 

He sits on the edge of his desk looking like sex in a suit. Men wearing suits were never my jam—I always had a libido for guys from the blue-collar crowd—but the way the suit hugs his biceps is making my vagina jump for joy, and the way his ironed black slacks look around his waist with a leather belt makes me want to melt in a puddle.

 

 

 

“If you’re not next in line to suck my dick, I suggest you stay the fuck outta my business.” His voice is cold, and I swallow hard. I bet you a whole dollar my cheeks turn fifty shades of pink.

 

 

 

I tilt my chin in the air, inhaling. “You smell that?”

 

 

 

“Smell what?”

 

 

 

“It’s me slapping you with a sexual harassment suit.” My threat is as dead as a doorknob, but he doesn’t need to know that.

 

 

 

“The moment you sue me is the day hell will freeze over.”

 

 

 

“How so?”

 

 

 

“Because under your hateful glares, you’re starving for my dick.”

 

 

 

I want to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. “Whatever. I wouldn’t touch you if you were a cure to a disease I had.” The lie rolls off my tongue, and I twirl the strand of hair that floats in front of my forehead with my index finger.

 

 

 

“Liar.” His gaze clings to mine. “I fucked enough women to know when one wants my cock. When you look at me your eyes are begging for it.”

 

 

 

I stare down at the carpet. What can I say? I can’t lie anymore. Every time I’m around him my ovaries are on fire, ready to explode.

 

 

 

“If you got fucked properly on a regular basis, you wouldn’t walk around with a stick up your rainbow ass.”

 

 

 

Gunner doesn’t have any filters. I’m not offended because he’s the type to tell you if your poop stinks and if he doesn’t like you.

 

 

 

That’s just part of his personality. Last week, he asked Mason, during a business lunch meeting, if he dipped his toothbrush in crap because his mouth smelled like butthole.

 

 

 

“Don’t worry, we won’t be having any hanky-panky. Fucking my employee is as appealing as shoving my dick in a vise.”

 

 

J.M.Stoneback currently reside in Georgia with her husband and three boys. Her hobbies are reading, writing, playing video games, traveling, and watching anime.

 

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