Welcome to the Blog tour for Beast by Alana Albertson hosted by the wonderful Indie Sage PR ❤
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Love doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be true.
Isabella—Grady Williams is a national treasure, the youngest living Medal of Honor recipient, America’s scarred superhero. With tattooed arms sculpted from carrying M-16s, this bad boy has girls begging from sea to shining sea to get a piece of his action.
When my father squanders away my college fund, I make a deal with this dirty-talking Devil Dog—I will pretend to be Grady’s girlfriend for the Marine Corps Ball, and my dad will write Grady’s war memoir.
Grady is fearless. Hell, this badass jumped on a grenade to save his fellow Marines! As much as I crave him, I refuse to allow myself to become addicted to a dangerous man who will detonate my heart.
Grady—Isabella Cuesta is an angel who can see beyond my mangled skin, a pawn used to repay her father’s debt, a woman who makes me feel like a man instead of a monster.
But I no longer believe in fairy tales.
She’s mine until our contract ends. I’ll take her hard and rough, listen to all her hopes and fears, lay down my life to protect her.
This beauty will never let herself love a dangerous man like me—a man who has killed, a man who runs towards gunfire, a man who never backs down from a fight.
But without her love, I’m not a man—I’ll remain forever a beast.
I have adored Beauty and The Beast, my whole reading life – not just because of the whole library (It is STILL MY DREAM LIBRARY!) but because it taught me that it isn’t the skin of a person that matters, but So, when I find a blurb or a book, that seems to either be a re-telling or has drawn inspiration from the fairytale – I don’t think twice before actually picking up the book read or review.
And that’s exactly what happened with The BEAST!
Grady Williams is a vet -and not just any vet – the youngest recipient of Medal of Honor, but he is also scarred bth physically and mentally – but that doesn’t make him any less of a man-whore – well only because most women who throw themselves at him aren’t interested in forever’s.
Does that make him bitter? Yes. And not to forget, grumpy as well!
He longs for someone substantial, some one who looks past his scars, his medals to who he actually is, to want the man without all fan-fare. but somehow feels that he wouldn’t exactly get a girl like that with him looking the way he does!
Isabella Cuesta – is a woman trying to live the life she wants – and trying to leave her past behind. She is strong, resilient but definitely struggling, especially wit her father’s betrayal.
Grady and Bella meet at costume party for superheroes – and their encounter is peppered with intensity that leaps off the pages!
The premise of the story is absolutely brilliant – I adore romances with such a complex plot-line and characters with intense demons that they try their best to face.
And that’s exactly what Beast gave me – two characters, I absolutely respected and admired – and their intense relationship with each other.
Seriously, it was absolutely gratifying to see how well they got on together, even with their insecurities (mostly, Gabe’s!) trying to make them go against their hearts.
My only issue with the book was that the tone of the writing was flat – from one twist to the other, the tone never changed, and while I did find that a bit of an irritant, the characters are well developed and adorable enough for me to look past it!
And if you are a Beauty and the Beast fan like me, then you’ll definitely enjoy this romance as well 🙂
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
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BEAST MUSIC PLAYLIST
I blasted the volume on the television, trying to drown out the noise from a goddamn frat party down the street. Loud music, water splashing in the pool, girls laughing maniacally—the sounds of people enjoying their lives. At least the racket sounded better than the clamor running through my head.
The ricochet of gunshots, my friend screaming in pain, his agonizing cries during his last seconds of life—that was the clatter that racketed through my skull. And I could never turn it off, not even when I slept.
Why had I been the one to survive the battlefield? The survivor’s guilt was almost worse than my physical scars.
And now, I’d been deemed a fucking war hero. At twenty-five years old, I was the youngest living Medal of Honor recipient. I’d met the President—even shared a beer with him in the Rose Garden.
He’d invited me to be the guest of honor at an upcoming Marine Corps Ball in Hawaii that he would be attending. Sounded great, but I needed to find a date worthy of meeting the leader of the free world. I couldn’t exactly bring one of the porn stars I’d recently fucked to meet the President.
My commander-in-chief had given me one piece of advice—get an education. Sounded great in theory, but only one of my eyes worked, dirt from the attack was still embedded deeply in my wounds, and the burns on my skin itched so fucking badly that I spent my free time gouging my own flesh off. And those were just the physical problems. Mentally, I was a complete fuckup. I couldn’t shake the premonition that I was headed for some sort of Final Destination fate, doomed because I’d cheated death. The littlest noise made me as skittish as one of the wild dogs in Iraq. I couldn’t focus on any task for more than a minute, and I struggled daily trying to heal from my injuries.
College wasn’t an option for me now because the thought of sitting in a room filled with people scared me more than jumping on that grenade. I wouldn’t have time to attend even if I wanted to. For the past two years, I’d endured intensive physical therapy, nonstop burn and facial reconstruction surgeries, not to mention PTSD treatment, which was the most painful experience of them all. And I’d be too drugged up to focus. My docs forced me to try a bunch of meds that gave me at worst a limp dick and at best massive headaches and sleepless nights. I’d done group therapy, individual therapy. Fucking bullshit. I’d rather get a skin graft than talk about my feelings.
The only benefit from this fucking hell that was my life was that every time I had left my place, I’d been swimming in a sea of pussy. Women couldn’t wait to get a piece of me, like being fucked by me made them some type of patriot. But that was all they wanted. One night riding a hero, and by morning they were quick to bail, find a man who didn’t look like he escaped from the circus, a man who could take them to a fancy dinner without freaking out and having a flashback. I enjoyed all the attention at first, but sometimes I yearned to find someone who actually liked me for me.
The voices down the block grew louder. I peered out the window, and could see the party raging, a bunch of rich, spoiled college kids dressed like superheroes.
Kickass. I could do this. The old me hated costume parties or anything with a theme—I’d much rather get wasted with my buddies. But since I looked like Frankenstein now, masks suited me just fine.
I pulled out my razor because I didn’t want my beard scraping against my mask. I rarely shaved because I couldn’t stand the sight of myself in the mirror. I’d never get used to looking at my face.
A freak. A monster. A beast.
My face was now split in two. On one half, my eye drooped, my skin sagged. On the other, I looked like the man I used to be.
Now I had a face only a mother could love. Too bad my mom had abandoned me years ago.
Could anyone ever stand the sight of looking at me every day? Or would I always remain some type of novelty—a patriotic pity fuck?
I dug out my favorite costume—the Hulk—stained my body with green camouflage paint, pulled on my shorts, and tugged the latex disguise over my head.
Normally, once I told a woman my name, she’d start fawning over me, and thank me for my service by sucking my cock. But tonight I wanted to try something new. I was up for a challenge. I wanted to keep my scars and my identity a secret. Maybe I’d be able to meet a girl tonight who would get to know me first before judging my appearance and my actions. Someone sweet, caring, and classy. Someone I could invite to the Marine Corps Ball. A woman who wouldn’t be scared of getting to know the real man behind the mask.
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