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Blog Tour and Review: Inked on Paper by Nicole Edwards

Nicole Edwards’ second ever STAND-ALONE is HERE!
Book: Inked on Paper
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Author: Nicole Edwards 
Publisher: Nicole Edwards Limited (Self Published)
Release date: January 12, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance M/F ( I know, right! Who knew!!)
Available now!

My Review

Inked on Paper was such a fun read. I loved the feel to the story. It has a totally different vibe from the books that I’ve read by Nicole Edwards. That being said, you can still count on Nicole Edwards to provide you with lots of sexy, steamy good times.

Inked on Paper follows the story of Jake and Presley. Jake is a famous writer who was pretty much on top of the world until a family situation forced him to return home. While he was able to sort things out back home and make a new life there for himself, somewhere along the way, he lost his creativity. He had writers block to the max. No matter what he tried, he just couldn’t find the words to create book magic. That is until he meets his new neighbor, Presley. From the moment he sees Presley, he is completely captivated by her. From her eccentric hair, piercings and tattoos, Jake can’t get her out of his mind. And it’s those thoughts that give Jake inspiration to write again. Presley has unknowingly become his muse. And the more time Jake spends around Presley, the harder it is to fight his undeniable attraction to her. But, getting close to Presley is anything but easy. Presley has been burned in the past and her walls are up high. Will Jake be able to break down Presley’s walls and show her how amazing real love can be??

Inked on Paper was a fun read for me. I loved the idea of this story. It pulled me in from the very first page. I loved the chemistry between Jake and Presley. I thought they shared a scorching connection and I couldn’t get enough of the two of them together. I was intrigued by Presley and wanted to know more about her. I thought her roommates were very entertaining and just couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. I was constantly shaking my head at them. I really enjoyed being inside Jake’s head. It was really interesting getting a writers prospective on things and the whole writing process.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. I found it be a really entertaining read. This story was fun and sexy. I loved the characters and their story. I loved that this story didn’t have a whole lot of drama. Inked on Paper is an exciting new stand-alone from Nicole Edwards. Even though I do know this is a stand-alone, there are a few characters that have caught my interest and I have to say, I wouldn’t be disappointed to read more about these characters.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*

From Inked on Paper
Jake
One week later, Saturday night
 
By the time seven o’clock rolled around, I was going stir crazy. My total word count for the entire week was a big fat fucking zero. And like I’d assured Liz when I talked to her on Wednesday, I had tried. Really.
 
Okay, mostly.
 
After I’d spent two hours at the coffee shop that morning and managed to research everything from tattoos to tater tots—on my phone, because, fuck, what the hell else was I going to do?—I’d come back to my condo, changed, gone to the gym, watched the midday news, showered, and fought the urge to clean more shit around the house that had no business being cleaned. Not by me, at least.
 
Same shit I’d done almost every day this week. And last week, now that I thought about it.
 
Now that the sun was down and the night was coming to life, I needed to get out of the building. To do something productive that didn’t involve staring at a blank screen or a blank page and wondering whether or not I would ever be able to write anything again.
 
So, that was the plan.
 
A night out.
 
I had moved to downtown Austin for the scenery. I’d lived in the area most of my life— with the exception of the five years I’d spent in New York—having grown up twenty-something miles north in the city of Round Rock. The suburban life had worked well for my mom and stepdads (all nine of them)—still did—but I needed something a little more … lively. My sister, Paige, thought I was having a midlife crisis. At thirty-six, I seriously doubted that. I was reserving that for when I turned forty.
 
As I was riding the elevator down to the lobby, my cell phone rang. After digging it out of my pocket, I glanced at the screen and sighed.
 
Liz.
 
Great. It was eight o’clock in New York—on a Saturday, no less—where she lived and worked, so I knew this wasn’t going to be a hi, how are you? conversation. I answered anyway.
 
“Jacob Wild, where the hell are you?” Her raspy, take-no-shit tone made me smile.
 
“Elevator, why?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what she meant.
 
“Where have you been?”
 
“Before I got in the elevator? Well, if you have to know, I was walking down the hall.”
 
My editor growled. Actually growled. And it wasn’t one of those sexy purring things that some women did. This was an all-out Gremlin sort of sound that made me want to laugh. I refrained. Barely.
 
“You should be at your desk.”
 
“Why?” I stepped off the elevator into the lobby. “Nothing going on there at the moment.”
 
My comment was met with silence, and I could picture Liz standing in the middle of her Manhattan apartment, hand fisted in her short blonde hair as she stared at the phone in disbelief.
 
Truth was, I liked Liz. She was one of the top editors in the publishing industry, and she always played me straight. After I had self-published my first book and it had done surprisingly well, and after my agent had landed me my first seven-figure, three-book deal, I had been working with Liz directly. I’d liked her so much, and my books had done so well with her help that I’d even signed another contract, for another three books—with, get this, an eight-figure advance.
 
Which, I knew, was the reason she was calling.
 
That was a lot of money to invest in someone, and the first book was due to her in roughly thirty days, and she’d come to expect me to be ahead of the game, as I’d frequently turned in my first draft manuscript way early. It probably hadn’t helped that I’d asked for an extension this go-round—a three-month extension.
 
“Where’s my book?” she demanded. “I was looking forward to spending the weekend reading your stuff, enjoying a bottle of wine, and now I have no choice but to go to that stupid gala.”
 
I barked a laugh. I couldn’t remember what it was she was doing, but I recalled her mentioning it had something to do with her husband’s public relations firm. From what Liz told me, she did not enjoy getting dressed up and going out. But I’d known her long enough that I recognized the lie for what it was. She did enjoy it; she simply didn’t want anyone to know she did.
 
“I’ve still got a month,” I told her as I stepped out of the building, the cold wind slamming into me.
 
There was a brief pause before she said, “Tell me when I can schedule an interview. Your fans want to know what the hell happened to you.”
 
“You know I don’t do interviews,” I told her. That had been a point of contention between us from the beginning. I’d been called reclusive and mysterious, but the truth was, I didn’t like being in the public eye. I just wanted to write.
 
“You’re going to have to give in sometime,” she said. “Seriously. The media fucking loves you. They want to see your face.”
 
“Liz, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your thing?” I asked, purposely changing the subject.
 
Liz huffed. “What’s the book about? At least tell me that much.”
 
I should’ve known she wouldn’t let it go. I sighed. “I will, just as soon as I know.”
 
More silence before she said, “Jacob.” Her tone was admonishing and I understood her pain.
 
“I’m looking for my muse,” I assured her.
 
“Your muse? What the hell are you talking about? We agreed—”
 
Before she could go off on a tangent—something Liz was really good at—I interrupted her. “Don’t worry. I haven’t let you down yet, have I?”
 
Another growl. This time I did laugh.
 
“Fine. But next time I call you, you better answer the damn phone.”
 
“I did answer the phone.” Just not the first twenty-two times she’d called since yesterday morning. “Talk to you later, Liz.”
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers – even when she’s supposed to be writing.
Nicole also writes contemporary/new adult romance as Timberlyn Scott.
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