Monday, October 6, 2014

Beat Review and Release Day Blitz

Title: Beat
Series: The Beat and the Pulse #1
Author: Amity Cross
 Release Date: October 6, 2014


Renee "Ren" Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.

Left to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they lose the battle and she’s all alone.

Now twenty-two, Ren reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right between the legs.

Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad's star fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything Ren doesn't need.

But he's got other ideas…

…and so does she.

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Amity got me. That story, WOW. There were several WTF moments. This book is powerfully, unfiltered, raw story about two lonely souls connected by physical attraction, need, and emotion. 

Renee’s (Ren) mother has passed away and she feels alone in the world. Before her mother died she lets Ren know were her father was at. Ren’s father left her when she was young to start a new family. 
With Ren having no one left in the world and now see the man who did want her Ren, needs something to belong to.

Ren’s father owns a gym and permits Ren to stay on the guys in a room that she describes as a closet. “Poor girl.” Ren is tough and does not want to be viewed as the poor girl. 
The gym has many classes to offer and one of them is the basic training for MMA. Ren begins to train and becomes very good. 

Okay, so we have our Heroine. Where is out Hero?

Our Hero is Ash, MMA protégé. He has been AMA for a while and one day just pops back up. When he sees Ren he wants her (in his bed, on her knees, on the mat (wink, wink) but, he keeps his distance. Ash, similar to Ren, wants to belong to something, someone. Ash has nothing and no one, except for Coach (Ren’s father) and The Beat (the gym). No he wants more in his life and that more will be Ren.

The interactions with one another are complicated, just as their relationship (if on FB, this is what their status would be).  

The storyline is AWESOME and I can’t wait to read more from this series.

The supporting cast; I think every great story needs a fab-supporting cast and this book has it. The good vs. evil is definite in this story.

The sex is good. It is not PORN city but there are some moments where you’ll have some tingling feelings down below. You will “wiggly, wiggly, wiggly and then the whisper in the back ground. You know Jason Derulo’s song. 

To conclude, short and sweet Great book. Need book two now.


My fist slammed into the heavy leather bag, the impact jolting up my arm and absorbing into my torso. 
The only light was from the back row of fluorescents I’d switched on over the ring. It was dark, murky and helped me pretend I was someplace else. The drama from the daylight hours was gone and it was just me and the darkness. Exactly the way I liked it. 
I began another set of punches, hair sticking to the sweat beading across the back of my neck. Structure. This was the only thing that was predictable in my life and I needed predictable. 
Stance. Guard. Punch. Guard. Repeat. 
There was a loud cough behind me and I spun on my heel, heart thumping in my chest, and my gaze collided with Ash’s. 
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, holding a hand over my heart. “Don’t fucking do that, Ash.” Typical. The creeper was being all creeper again. 
“What are you doing?” He stared at me, his gaze hovering a little too long on my bare midriff. 
I steadied the bag with one hand, taking deep breaths. “What does it look like?” 
“I’ve never seen…” He trailed off and I wondered if I’d finally made the Golden Boy lost for words.  
I turned my back so I didn’t have to look at him. “What? A woman in a sports bra? Highly doubt it.” I rolled my eyes and wiped my forehead with the back of my arm. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt his gaze burning into my skin and I suppressed the urge to squeeze my thighs together. Infuriating, self-absorbed, arrogant…

Coming Soon

Author Bio

Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

I live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Insert more pretentious c**p here.

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