Nom de Plume Rating: ★★★★★
Reading Time: 5 minutes
*FTC Disclaimer: I received a copy of Rewritten from Bronwyn Green in exchange for an honest review. I have in no way been influenced by the author and/or publisher’s generosity. You can’t fake these stars, baby!
Betrayed and completely exposed, she’d sworn off kink. Hell, she’d sworn off men. But she hadn’t counted on him…
One of the hottest voices in Sci-Fi, Angus Domhnull is renowned not just for his sweeping sagas, but for his stupidly gorgeous looks—and the fact that he’s taken almost five years to finish his latest novel. Now, assistant editor, Eliza Burrows, is stuck minding him, and his brooding nature is pushing every sexually submissive button she has. But even if Angus wasn’t her publisher’s star author, he’d be off-limits—after a painful betrayal, Eliza doesn’t play anymore, and she’s not about to start again with him.
Unable to deliver his long-awaited manuscript, Angus is saddled with a keeper—and her creative input—that he never asked for. Despite the resentment and animosity brewing between them, he finds himself drawn to Eliza. As he learns more about the intriguing woman behind the prickly facade, he falls for her, hard and deep.
When the attraction between them ignites, Eliza lets Angus bring her to one place she swore she’d never go again—her knees. He wants more than just her submission, but her past and the secrets she’s hidden could destroy everything…
First Line: “I don’t need a minder.”
I flove this book.
I’m surprised I enjoyed Rewritten so much because it’s full of kinky filthiness and that’s not my typical juju, but Gawd it’s so well written I was in a trance. I couldn’t put it down. Instead, I put my FACE down on it because I fell asleep while reading it. It’s. That. Good.
We’ve got the doubt. We’ve got the hero to die for. There’s unexpected love, and a whole lot of resisting. But inevitably, our sweet Eliza submits to Angus. Hummy nummy nummy…where to begin…
Angus is what I like to call a “sexy pig.”
He’s, well, a pig and he’s—you guessed it—sexy.
He’s struggling to finish a book (a book he’s been working on for years) and Eliza is brought in to help him. Snort. He doesn’t need help—nor does he want it. Not from her, at least. She feels the same way.
He was her author. Not her friend…There was safety in control. Once, she’d been more than willing to give that up. But she’d learned her lesson. And it was brutal.
But she listens to him oh so well and that seems to taunt his inner desire to eat her pretty face. I mean, he wants to straight up nom on every extremity she has.
They’re forced to work together, and eventually become “friends,” this friendship blossoms into—well—you know…? don’t make me say it! I’m shy! Eliza resists, but of course the temptation is too strong to ignore.
I am so incredibly mind blown by Bronwyn’s writing style. Rewritten is vivid, raw and unforgettable. It’s a little intimidating, honestly…she presented me this book like it ain’t no thang and it left me FLOORED. That’s me. On the floor. I have been here for about a week now.
Angus is this dominant hunk-o-man, but he wasn’t anything like what I expected him to be. He was…dare I say…perfect?
He nuzzled her hair, strands of it catching on his stubble, pulling ever so slightly, then pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of her head. Her eyes flew to up to his face. He was still fast asleep. Her chest ached with the tenderness of his unconscious action.
Angus was/is/forever shall be on my pedestal of hot.
Angus acts as a catalyst and brings Eliza out of the hell hole she created for herself. But the past does repeat itself, my friends.
Eliza’s little hoedown with Angus is about to be cut short…very short.
…it still felt tenuous, like the connection they had could fray and snap at any moment. Not because it wasn’t real enough or strong enough, but because she didn’t trust that he could love her for simply being who she was.
Sometimes a book turns out nothing like the outline. In this case, Eliza’s story and Angus’s influence on her life catapults them both on an unexpected path toward love. Well, until they manage to screw it up.
There are six of these books that I haven’t read. Six. Like, wtf mate, where I have I been the last lifetime? How had these books never fallen into my hands before? I’m looking at a lot of sleepless nights. Starting today. Rewritten is HEA at its finest.