Welcome to the Blog Tour for The Player and The Pixie by Penny Reid & L.H. Cosway hosted by the wonderful Indie Sage PR ❤
*I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO SHARING THIS BOOK WITH YOU**
Check out my thoughts on this book that has already become my favorite of 2016 and a chance to enter to win an amazing giveaway!! ❤
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How can someone so smokin’ hot be so bad in bed? I mean, Sean Cassidy is absolute rubbish. RUBBISH. He is the epitome of walking, talking false advertising and I want a refund! Plus he’s an arsehole. So… what is wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about him?
The Pixie and the Player is a full-length, romantic comedy novel, can be read as a standalone, and is the second book in the Rugby Series.
Lucy Fitzpatrick doesn’t like rugby.
As the little sister of Ireland’s most infamous rugby player, Lucy can’t seem to escape the championship-sized shadow cast by her big brother, or her mother’s frequent attempts to micromanage her future. Her rainbow hair is as free-spirited as her quest for inner peace, yet overbearing expectations keep bringing her down. And when she’s down, her compulsive little problem lands her in seriously big trouble.
Sean Cassidy is a cold-hearted brute… or so he’s been told. Frequently. By everyone.
His blonde locks, baby blues, and rock hard bod make ladies the world over drool with desire. As the rugby world’s second most infamous player, he should be basking in his success. But Sean has never been content settling for second place, and his frequent confrontations with Lucy’s big brother leave him cold. And when he’s cold, his compulsive little problem lands him in the lap of Lucy Fitzpatrick.
Sean has a problem only Lucy can solve. Lucy has a problem only Sean can fix. The solution seems obvious: you scratch my back, and I’ll bail you out of jail. But when their business arrangement unexpectedly leaves Sean scorching hot and Lucy on the precipice of inner peace, can they convince the world—and Lucy’s big brother in particular—that this is the real deal?
Either way, both the Player and the Pixie are about to teach each other some pretty monumental lessons about family, life, but most importantly, love.
I now have a ritual when it comes to Penny Reid (and by extension now Ms. Cosway)’s books:
- Receive the ARC in the mail.
- Celebrate by doing my “Reading Dance” (It is cute, not dorky and no one can convince me otherwise!)
- Read the book immediately – and I DO MEAN immediately – work, sleep or any other excuse doesn’t fly!
- Daze around for days in Hero Stupor (that’ a thing, actually it’s my thing!)
- Lastly, but never the least, have a re-read of the book (I say it’s for review, but let’s face it – it’s mostly to swoon over everything that is awesome in the book!)
And after being introduced to Penny’s (and subsequently Ms.Cosway’s) books – this has become my ritual, but something different happened when I read The Player and The Pixie – I read it asap I got it (of course!), but the moment I ended it, I read it again. YES AGAIN. IMMEDIATELY! Then I went ahead to work the next day – but this HERO STUPOR was a little different – I ended up in a whole serious discussion with my guy because of it – and fell in love with him all over again.
And then I read it again just day before posting this review. And I am going to try my best to make you understand why this book became one of those books which now is an intricate part of my life.
(I am posting the conversation at the end of the review)
“I did not belong on a sunny hillside in New Hampshire. I did not belong with a tart, odd-haired, magnificently arsed pixie who wore her heart on her sleeve.”
“We’ll start with the basic pushup.”Lucy snorted. “I know how to do a pushup.”“I need to watch your form.”“I have a great form.”“Yes. You do.”
“I’m too big and imposing to be beautiful.”“That’s ridiculous.”“Is it?” His eyes searched mine. “Most beautiful things are delicate, so fragile that even to look at them feels like they might break.”
“I’ve missed you.”She gave me a small smile like she found the statement silly, tilting her head to the side and allowing me to hold her fingers hostage. “When did you miss me?”“Until now. Until right this moment.” I pressed her palm between mine, studying how we fit together, how my large hand swallowed her much smaller one. “I think I’ve always missed you.”
“I think I’ve missed you all my life,” I murmured unthinkingly to her.
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L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favorite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).
By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.