Sunday, January 19, 2014

Book Blitz and Review: Knowing Jack by Rachel Curtis

Teaser Excerpts from Knowing Jack

Excerpt 1

“Now would you please get out of here?” I say, raising my voice to make sure it carries appropriate authority. “In case you haven’t noticed, I still have to get dressed, and I’m already running late.”

Let’s not forget that I’m still wearing nothing but my favorite bra and panty set—which I put on a few minutes earlier to give me courage to face the day.

“Yeah, I did notice that.”

There is no reason for such harmless words to make me flush so hotly. They do, though. I have fair skin, so I blush a lot. It can be very annoying.

Jack is big—tall with amazing broad shoulders, flat abs, and lean hips. He suddenly seems to fill up all the space in my bedroom. My whole body reacts to his presence. I can’t seem to think of anything else. Just him and his body and his hot blue eyes.

“Be careful of the broken glass,” he says, some sort of rough texture in his voice that makes me want to shiver. “You’ve got bare feet.”

“I know I have bare feet. Now get out.”

“All right. But first tell me this.”


“Why do you have naked babies on your underwear?”

“They’re not naked babies! They’re cherubs. And if you weren’t such a hulking Neanderthal you’d recognize Michelangelo when you saw it.”

I was absolutely thrilled earlier in the year when I found in a New York boutique this bra and panty set with details from the Sistine Chapel ceiling on them. They were absurdly expensive, as you might imagine, but I couldn’t resist buying them anyway.

Jack stares down at my bra. “Michelangelo?” He sounds rather dazed.

“Yeah. From the Sistine Chapel. Look, here’s where God’s hand meets Adam’s. Everyone recognizes that much at least.”

He clears his throat. “Uh, princess, you might think you’re showing me a famous work of art, but what I’m seeing is…”


“The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Excerpt 2

I put down my coffee cup so I can bristle at this comment instead of laugh—which is what I really want to do. “That wouldn’t be very bad-ass. And I’ve got to say you don’t have much leeway on that account. You don’t have any cool fighting skills. You haven’t been a SEAL. You haven’t been in jail. You don’t have a tattoo. Not very bad-ass, are you?”

He starts to laugh but then his expression changes strangely. He reaches over and pulls my blanket up over my shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” I let the blanket drop, mostly to defy him.

He lets out a breath as his eyes lower to my chest and then jerk away abruptly.

I glance down to where he was looking and discover that I’m not exactly proper. One of my straps has fallen off my shoulder and the neckline of my tank is drooping dramatically, revealing more cleavage than is entirely appropriate. Plus, my nipples are super-tight and poking out through the fabric.

I jerk the blanket up over my shoulders again. My body doesn’t have such standards, though, and it’s getting all excited about the idea of Jack seeing me like that.

Okay, we were having a conversation. Think about that. Think about that—and not about the way the tension in Jack’s body makes me want to run my hands up and down him.

I have no idea what the conversation is even about. I can’t think about anything except Jack and his big body and his strong hands and his rough jaw and that deep, hot, knowing look in his eyes.

And now I’m jumping off the couch to put up my coffee mug. Better to do that than to do what I’m really wanting to do.

He’s standing up when I return to the living area.

“Where are you going?” I ask, stopping abruptly.

“I was going home. Bill is outside, and you’re perfectly safe.”

“Oh.” I don’t really want him to go, but that’s kind of hard to admit. “I thought you might show me some bad-ass moves.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t a bad-ass.”

“Well, you’re more bad-ass than I am. You could show me how to protect myself.”

His eyes are focused on my face with a strange intensity, as if he’s having to fight to keep them there. “If someone comes after you, princess, then your best move is to run.”

“But isn’t there some special way martial arts way of me knocking them out?”

“You’ve been watching too many movies. The best way to protect yourself is inflict the most damage with the least amount of effort.”

“So how do I do that?”

“Go for his balls.”

I frown. “Oh.”

“I’m serious. His balls or his eyes or his nose. Wherever he’s vulnerable. Wherever you can get to with a hard part of your body.”

“I don’t have hard parts to my body.” Yeah, I know that sounds stupid, but this guy really throws me off and I can’t make my mind work the right way.

He smiles in that knowing way he has and steps over closer to me. “You don’t have many,” he murmurs, that delicious rasp in his voice again.

Excerpt 3

For the last month, he has almost always been calm and laidback. Only when I get a nasty message does he look angry, and only when there’s a potential threat (none of them materializing into real danger) does he look urgent.

But now, for no good reason, he suddenly seems to simmer with some sort of intensity. He steps forward until I’m backed up against the wall, and I stare up at him with my lips parted. It’s like something is shuddering inside him, just begging to get out.

I have no idea what it is, but I like it. God help me, I like it.

“I mean you’ve got to toughen up eventually,” he murmurs, a thick note in his voice I’m not used to.

It makes me shiver. It makes my girly parts clench.

But the actual words make my spine stiffen again. “What do you mean I have to toughen up? I’m plenty tough.”

He plants a hand on the wall behind me, just to the right of my shoulder, and he leans into me, so there’s only a few inches between our faces. I see the dark curve of his eyelashes. I see the heavy stubble on his jaw. I see the fire in his eyes, and I just can’t look away from it.

I have to clench my hand to keep from touching him.

“You are not tough enough,” he says, his voice even more gravelly than before. “You’re tender. You’re vulnerable. You’re soft and sweet, and your heart is just as soft and sweet as your body. I can stop them from hurting your body, but I can’t stop them from hurting your heart. You’ve got to do that yourself.”

Oh, God, I ache. In my chest. Between my legs. I’m mesmerized by his eyes, his voice, the heat of his body just a breath away from mine. “I’m trying.” My voice is a little shaky, and I can’t help but tell him the truth. “I’m trying, but how the hell do I not let them hurt me?”

“You’ve got to stop caring about what they think. You’ve got to believe that they’re not important to you.”

“I do care. I care that people hate me so much. People have never hated me before.”

“I know they haven’t.” He reaches out and cups my face. His hand is really big and a little calloused, and it curves around my cheek and jaw—warm and strong and protective. His thumb moves in a little caress, stroking just to the side of my lips.

It feels so good I lean into the touch. One of my hands goes up to his chest, and I tighten my fingers in the fabric of his shirt.

I can’t remember ever being so turned on—flushed, weak in the knees, throbbing in all the goods spots—from something that isn’t sexual. Just Jack’s intense physicality and the gentle stroking of his thumb on my cheek.

There’s no way I can hide it. I let my head fall backward and arch my spine against the wall, pressing my breasts toward him without thinking. I let out a long, textured, embarrassing sigh. It’s almost—almost—a moan.

Excerpt 4

“Oh.” After a minute, I jerk. “Wait! Am I a cotton-candy case?”

“Of course, you are.”

I glare at him, trying to think of something appropriate to say. Nothing comes to mind.

“I thought you were here to be nice.”

“Am I not being nice?” His voice has changed, grown slightly huskier.

I gulp some more beer and put down my pizza. My fingers are greasy so I lick them.

Jack’s eyes are on my mouth as I do, and the innocuous gesture suddenly feels sexual.

I lower my hand. “Calling me a cotton-candy case is definitely not nice.”

His eyes blaze with a heat that’s unmistakable. “I like cotton candy,” he murmurs. Not his obnoxious, smug drawl—but a thick, sexy one that makes me quiver. I literally quiver. I never realized I could do that from nothing but hearing a voice.

“I’m not cotton-candy,” I say, because there’s a principle here, and I refuse to melt into goo because he makes me think about sex. “That’s insulting.”

“You’re not cotton-candy. The case is.” Somehow he has scooted closer to me, but I never actually see him move.

“That’s still insulting.” I’m doing my best, but I can’t look away from his eyes, his mouth, his lips… Oh, fuck, this is bad. I’m supposed to be on a man-fast.

“Why is it insulting? I like cotton candy.” He’s really close to me now. Not touching me yet, but it feels like he is. It feels like he’s about to.

“Cotton candy is nothing but air.”

Now his hand moves up to my face, cupping it like he did earlier today. He’s just as intense, but it’s all focused on this heat I can see in his eyes, feel in his body. “It’s sweet,” he murmurs, leaning forward until his lips are just a breath away from mine. “And soft. And you know it’s bad for you. You know you’re not supposed to have it. But you just can’t help yourself.”

I barely suck in a breath before he’s kissing me. He’s kissing me. His lips are hard but gentle, and his tongue is very naughty—slipping along my lips and then inside my mouth in ways it really shouldn’t be allowed to do.

It feels so good I groan at the back of my throat, and my hands move up to wrap around his neck, tugging at his hair, trying to get him even closer.

His stubble is scratchy against my skin, but it creates new shivers that run up and down my spine. I can’t think of anything except how this feels, how I need even more.

My Thoughts:

This was an interesting book, it had a lot of good points, but there wasn't anything about it that set it apart form all the others. It didn't really have that 'wow' factor. The storyline was intriguing, but the delivery was kind of matter-of-fact, so it kind of dulled the whole impact of the book. Even the resolution to the problem was handled in a laid back manner - no real suspense there. Chloe was an okay character, but I never really understood the attraction Jack had for her; she was just a so-so character - again, nothing to really set her apart from anyone else. Jack, however, was all sorts of delicious. He was a pretty amazing character and the thing that really made this book worth reading. He was strong, loyal, troubled, and all around swoon worthy. All in all, it was a good book, just not a great one.

Knowing Jack by Rachel Curtis 
Publication date: January 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

I am not a slut, although I’ve been called one often enough. Yeah, I spent three months screwing one of my college professors, but I was crazy about the guy. Then he broke up with me.

I am not a bitch, although people like to say I am. I kept our relationship secret. I’m not responsible for telling the university administrators about it, but a lot of students still blame me for getting their favorite professor fired.

I am not a drama queen, although everyone thinks I am now. When I got a few nasty messages, I just deleted them. When I got the threat, I assumed it was someone being stupid. I still think that’s all it was. My parents worry, though, so they hired me a bodyguard. Now Jack follows me around, intimidating everyone who approaches me and looking obnoxiously hot.

This is what I am. I’m Chloe. I’m a twenty-year-old art history major. Kind of shy, although I pretend not to be. Stubborn enough to stay here for my senior year, even though everyone hates me.

And I’m stuck with Jack.

He calls me “Princess,” but I’m not a princess either.

Knowing Jack is a New Adult contemporary romance and includes adult content and language. The plot of the book is fully resolved at the end, but the last page includes a hanging teaser for the next book in the series.

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Rachel is a writer, a teacher, a romance reader, and a dog-mom. She loves animals and art and hot men with soft hearts under a tough exterior. She tries to write love stories that feel real, even in unlikely circumstances.

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