Drowning Erin (Elizabeth O’Roark)

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Drowning Erin by Elizabeth O’Roark is LIVE!


Review:

Erin Doyle can’t stand man whores, and she particularly can’t stand Brendan Langstrom — the guy who avoids relationships like the plague and never sleeps with the same girl twice. She and Brendan have waged a war of mutual disdain for years, but when Brendan picks up the pieces after Erin’s world unravels, they’ll both be forced to admit that beneath their dislike is something else entirely — something they’re not supposed to feel. Because Brendan isn’t just her nemesis … he’s also her fiance’s best friend.

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I read this book as a buddy read with Cátia @The Girl Who Read Too, go to her blog on the next few days to read her review of this book.

Awhile back I read Waking Olivia, which I loved, and I was excited for this one, because it’s about Olivia’s BFF and Will’s brother. So YAY, I love spin offs, and I love to know more about the secondary characters that show up in certain books. So let me tell you what worked for me and what didn’t in Drowning Erin.

THE POSITIVE:

  Enemies to lovers and second chance romance… I love those tropes, and those were the ones used in this book, so YAY.

The writing and the structure. There’s no doubt for me that Elizabeth O’Roark’s writing is amazing, and she decided to write this book in dual POV, with present and past mixed. Which was great. Also, the chapters were super small, and that made the book flow super fast.

  Even though I had a lot of issues with the characters, they were super complex and there is a lot of character growth during this novel.

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THE NEGATIVE:

  The miscommunication! OH MY GOD! There are so many situations that Erin and Brendan could have just talked, and stuff would have been okay. They just assumed the worst of each other and never even thought about actually communicating properly.

  Erin was not my favorite character… at all. While I understood her feelings and her need to feel secure, I hated how she was so willing to lose herself and stay with Rob. I hated how she never fought for what she wanted or needed until way way into the book.

  With that in mind, I hated the love triangle on this book. Especially, I hated how long it lasted…


Early Praise for Drowning Erin:

“Drowning Erin is the read I’ve been searching for, but had no idea I was trying to find.” Isha, Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★

“I couldn’t put it down.” Elaine, Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★

“I could feel the angst, the dilemma, oozing out of the pages. Poor Erin; I wanted to both hug her and shake her at the same time.” Lisa, Goodreads Reviewer ★★★★★

“Oh the angst!! This book was so wonderfully written, I don’t know if I can recommend it enough!!” Heidi, Goodreads Reviewer ★★★★★

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About Elizabeth:

Elizabeth O’Roark is a former medical writer who lives in Washington, DC with her three children. She is an avid runner when able to escape the aforementioned children. She drinks an embarrassing amount of Diet Mountain Dew, and would exist entirely off of candy corn were it socially acceptable to do so.

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Excerpt Reveal: Drowning Erin by Elizabeth O’Roark

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When she falls in, she starts sinking fast.
Drowning Erin by Elizabeth O’Roark will be here November 9!!!

Erin Doyle can’t stand manwhores, and she particularly can’t stand Brendan Langstrom — the guy who avoids relationships like the plague and never sleeps with the same girl twice. She and Brendan have waged a war of mutual disdain for years, but when Brendan picks up the pieces after her world unravels, they’ll be forced to admit that beneath their dislike is something else entirely — something they’re not supposed to feel.

Because Brendan isn’t just her nemesis…He’s also her fiance’s best friend.

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CHECK OUT THIS SUPER STEAMY EXCERPT!!!

He lifts the champagne high overhead. “Mouth wide,” he warns.

“No, Brendan, it’s going to go everywhere,” I complain. “I can’t swallow it all.”

“That’s what she said,” he answers.

And then we’re both laughing, and he tips the champagne so it seems to explode from the bottle — over my face, my shirt, my shorts — and I laugh even harder. This moment, like so many from the last few weeks, reminds me of biking downhill faster than I should. It feels thrilling and wild and reckless, the danger and the excitement weighted equally. When I compare this moment to the rest of my history, it feels as if I’ve been tethered to the ground my entire life. Right now I finally feel free.

I jump to my feet, still giggling. “Your pouring skills are legendary.”

He sets the champagne down and moves toward me, closer than he should. I can feel the warmth radiating from him. It makes me want to move closer too. His hand presses to my stomach, and I hold my breath.

“You need to change or you’re gonna freeze out here. You want me to go get you clothes?”

I shake my head. As much as I don’t want to be the voice of reason, and as much I want to remain out here with him, I have just enough common sense to know it’s the last thing I should do.

“We should probably head in. We’ve got to be up in four hours,” I tell him. “But I wish we had more time.” I wish this was a night we could stretch into a week’s worth of hours, or more.

His eyes are brighter right now than I’ve ever seen them. “I wish a lot of things were different, Erin.”

My heart goes triple time, and my breath stills somewhere between my lungs and my throat. The prospect of admitting even a tiny portion of the truth to him is terrifying. “I wish they were different too.”

His hands frame my face, sliding through my hair, and then his mouth is on mine, better even than I remembered. He tastes like champagne, and all of my resolution is forgotten under the force of this, after years of wanting this exact thing only from him.

This kiss reminds me of diving off the rocks yesterday, of the moment when I first plunged into the water — surrounded, disoriented, thrilled, and horrified all at once. In the space of that moment, only as long as it takes us both to swim to the surface and gasp for air, nothing makes sense and nothing else exists — only tangled limbs and warm skin and hearts that beat too fast. My mouth opens under his, and he groans, one hand sliding down around my hip, pulling me into him so that all of his heat is pressed against me, pulsing and ready.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he says, his mouth moving to my neck, his hands sliding to the hem of my shirt, grazing my skin.

There are a million reasons why this is a terrible idea, and I don’t care about any of them.

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About Elizabeth:

Elizabeth O’Roark is a former medical writer who lives in Washington, DC with her three children. She is an avid runner when able to escape the aforementioned children. She drinks an embarrassing amount of Diet Mountain Dew, and would exist entirely off of candy corn were it socially acceptable to do so.

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