Review & Giveaway: Used (Unlovable #1) by Lynetta Halat

Posted February 6, 2014 by bookstobreathe in Book Blitz/Promo, Giveaway / 0 Comments

Review & Giveaway: Used (Unlovable #1) by Lynetta HalatTitle: Used
Author: Lynetta Halat
Series: Unlovable #1
Published by Self-Published
Release Date January 19, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
Pages: 276
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five-stars
I am a slut. No worries. I've come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver

A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It's this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom

Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one-night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex ... for her anyway. — Greer

Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she's found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver's outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom's interest turns to hatred.

Love. Hate. Triangle.

Who's using who?

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Excerpt

Let’s Get Lost

“I really don’t understand what you see in a slut like me, Greer.” His eyes flash, but I don’t let him argue with me. “But I am grateful.” And on that note, I bring his lips to mine. It’s been so long since we’ve tasted each other. We’ve been “seeing” each other for two weeks. Sweet, platonic dates that have ended with a sexually frustrated Denver.

I moan the instant our lips meet. I meant it to be a quick, reassuring, friendly kiss, since we agreed to refrain from that physical side of our relationship for a while, but my body has other ideas. She knows who’s been responsible for her pleasure in the past, and she wants some of that now.

Threading my fingers through his curls, I pull him in and shift my mouth, fitting my lips to his. My tongue darts out to tease his bottom lip, and he opens for me. “Oh, Greer,” I murmur before teasing him lightly. He’s so wet and so delicious. His now hard length rests against my thigh, and I groan. Oh, I want him. I want him now. “Greer, I want you,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him lightly. “Have you been with anyone else?” I screw my eyes tight because I hope not, but I would understand—we all have needs.

He stiffens against me for a second before he whispers gruffly, “Hell, no. Denver, you’re it for me, you know that.” His tongue tangles with mine, searching, destroying. He pulls back and utters, “I want you too. So bad.”

“Let’s go somewhere,” I coax. “There are lots of little trails for us to go get lost on.”

“Mmm … how ‘bout I make you feel good right here?” He nips at my bottom lip. “Right now?”

“What?” I breathe through my haze. “We might get caught.” He recaptures my lips with his and works me over with his tongue. Suddenly I’m reminded of the time we sneaked off during our prom. Oh my God. It was … mind-blowing. The thrill of getting caught. The thrill of our dates waiting for us in the ballroom of the hotel while we fucked each other hard, up against a wall in the housekeeping closet. Yes, please. I want that.

I’m jerked from my thoughts as he pulls me from the truck bed. I latch my legs around his waist, not certain where we are going, but along for the ride, nevertheless. He doesn’t take me far. His truck is farthest from the little party on the creek. He doesn’t open the door though. Just pins me to the truck and lets me slide down, drops one of my legs, and pulls the other high on his hip. He nudges my free leg between his and squeezes me tight.

“You ready? Hold on,” he commands before I can answer.

“What? What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” he says, as he buries his mouth in the hollow of my throat. His hands slide in my back pockets, grasping and squeezing. “We promised. No touching like that. No sex. Even though I can’t wait to be inside you again, this is gonna have to do.” He drops his forehead on mine. Those fiery eyes meet mine, igniting a blaze. “The best non-fuck fuck of your life.” And those words douse it with kerosene, creating an inferno. A tremble works its way through me, and I almost come right then.

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My Review:

What I didn’t bargain for was what I’d felt when it was all said and done…absolutely nothing.

I’ve been sitting here staring at the screen for the better part of an hour trying to decide where to begin. How do you begin to describe a story that touched you so deeply? A story that was so phenomenally written that it encompassed every single facet of the New Adult genre yet was completely unique in every way. Broken people? Check. Feisty female? Check. Angst? Check. Love triangle? Check. Hot cowboys? Double Check! Knowing all this and more for the past few months, the slow build up to actually getting my hands on it was anticipation like no other. I’m not usually one who complains about having to wait for a book because I have an endless supply of things to read. However, as this was from one of my favorite authors, an author I have gotten to know on a personal level, the pure want, no, NEED, for this book was on a whole other level. Would it be as phenomenal as her other works? Would it rock me to my core, making me fall in love with new characters? Would I not be able to put down the book, completely engrossed in everything that was going on and wanting to know what happened next? Well, the answer was a resounding YES, for all those reasons and more.

“I’ve always wanted to make you mine. Ever since I understood what that meant. I’ve never seen anyone but you.”

From an early age, Denver learned time and time again that she could only count on herself. An absent father and a mother who only cared about what man was in her bed next, Denver had no other choice but to become self-reliant. I found myself MANY times throughout the book wanting to physically harm the mother. When you read the book, I feel extremely confident that you will return my sentiments. Not only did she not care with Denver, it was almost as if she was competing with her. She puts Denver in some pretty nasty situations, yet never is the mother she should be. Despite all this, Denver is smart, she is ambitious, and she hasn’t given up on life. She is a sure spitfire if I ever knew one. With a love or horses, barrel racing, and everything farm related, she dreams of nothing more than owning her own one day. Denver likes to believe she is a slut; proudly boasting it to anyone who wants to know. I don’t have issues with that word, but I did have issues with her calling herself that. Not because I felt like it was degrading, but because I didn’t view her that way. You’ll have to form your own opinions when you read Used. I understood why she viewed herself that way, but I didn’t agree with her terminology. Regardless, my heart hurt for her. The thing with Lynetta is she has this uncanny ability to put yourself in the character’s shoes, no matter what their situation is. You feel their pain, you feel their joy; you just feel EVERYTHING.

You can try to disguise manure.

               You can dress it up pretty.

               You can put a son-of-a-bitching leash on it and parade it downtown on Memorial Day.

               It.Is.Still.Stinking.Ass.Shit.

And, despite all my defense mechanisms-I am still my mother’s daughter.

Next I have to talk about the two men in her life. Yes, you read that right; TWO. It isn’t as nefarious as it sounds though, so don’t fret. Greer is her best friend and eventual lover. They come together in a very unconventional way; Greer is grasping at straws to get any bit of Denver he can and Denver just doesn’t feel she has anything to give in return. Even before she is, as if there could BE a thing, she sees herself as damaged goods, which couldn’t be FURTHER from the truth! Even though you are going to have many people claim to be staunch Greer supporters and you are going to have many more that say they WERE up until a point, I could always see something behind what was given to us. For me, if he truly was the one that was supposed to be with her, there would have been nothing holding her back; no excuses, no false claims, nada. But there was. And for that reason alone, for me, it was never Greer. Now don’t read this and believe that she doesn’t end up with Greer. Regardless the outcome, I will always be Team Ransom.

I realize now that nothing about our date is romantic. It’s a date of cold, hard truths but also of bright, shiny promise.

Now, on to the main man of the hour; MY Ransom. Ransom was a bit of a conundrum but what I got from him, I LOVED. Sure of himself in a way that many would say cocky yet I say confident, he was a man who knew what he wanted. I thoroughly enjoyed the push pull in their friendship and how he didn’t take any of her shit. He called her on it and it endeared me to him all the more. I really wish I could say more but that would lead you in the direction of a spoiler and I just won’t do that.

“Until you’re mine, and mine only, I won’t touch you again.”

I’ve said it before and I will say it again; I LOVE Lynetta’s writing. You are drawn into the world of the characters seamlessly, and there’s just a flow that can’t be taught. It can’t be mastered. You either have it, or you don’t. There’s no stumbling along in a book of hers. No. Pages fly, hearts are ripped out, and she does a little dance on them. Every once in a while, if you are lucky, she puts you back together. But really, happy or sad, the true testament is that you make me feel. And that she does phenomenally.

I guess a toxic relationship like outs couldn’t die a quiet, dignified death. It had to go out with a bang-a spitting, sputtering, gut-wrenching bang.  

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About Lynetta Halat

Since the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written innumerable stories and plays. A lover of good books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she’d always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember. She also has a secret penchant for wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting readers, and she collects reader’s tears in much the same way that wine connoisseurs collect their favorite vintage.

Her first novel, Every Rose, was the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively burrowing her way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the world. Everything I’ve Never Had was her follow-up adult romance novel. Now, she has penned Used, a New Adult Romance that she hopes sinks its teeth into you and doesn’t let go.

Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a Master’s degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance. She lives somewhere along the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she’s not writing riveting stories, she likes to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where she buys locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret Michaels and Dave Grohl.

So, what did you think? :-)