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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Hetch: River Savage

Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)
River Savage
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Expected May 11, 2016

Save verb \ˈsāv\ 
1 a: Keep safe or rescue (someone or something) from harm or danger. 

Synonyms: rescue, come to someone's rescue, save someone's life, set free, liberate, deliver, extricate. 

Saving lives is the end goal. 

It's a responsibility I live with every day, the reason I wear the badge. 

Built on a brotherhood that runs deeper than blood, this way of life has become my very existence... 

Until Liberty. 

I thought I was saving her. 

I never expected her to be the one saving me.


Liam Hetcherson may be in charge in his job as a S.W.A.T. leader, but he is losing it around his apartment. Thin bedroom walls have created some embarrassing and intriguing situations between him and his new neighbor, Liberty Johnson.

She's not impressed by his girl parade, but he is definitely enthralled by her. But she is a challenge and is not going to succumb to his charms or sex appeal easily...and the chase is on.

They spar, flirt, and combust. She's stubborn and sassy. He's bossy and persistent. They drive each other crazy. Their reactions are strong, their chemistry intense, and they are a lot of fun. It's just supposed to be casual, but both seem to be getting in over their heads. 

But Hetch has demons. He was barely keeping them contained and they affect how he handles his life. As situations arise that bring them crashing down around him, they have to deal with them. But Hetch is not used to being open and has kept most of his feelings bottled up too long. And Liberty has trust issues and is not secure in their fragile undefined relationship yet. So they both have a lot to deal with and do not always do so effectively. They become immersed in fears, embarrassment, anger, and uncertainty that require healing, distance, and time. It gets real, raw, confusing, and emotional. They are both struggling, hurting, and stubborn. But can they get past their issues and find a way to meet in the middle and be able to move on?

There is also a danger and suspense subplot and a need for protection. Her job brings safety issues. And his job is dangerous any time he goes out on a call. It just added to the tension as various events unfolded. 

Their support system of friends and family added humor, support, and drama. His team Sterling, Hart, Tate, and Fox are all potential future heroes. Her best friend, Payton and his sister, Kota I can see as future heroines perhaps ending up with one of his friends. Her brother Jett made me want to slap him several times as he made stupid choices. Mitch, one of the boys she assisted in the boy's home made me smile with his sweet, caring personality. I loved how he affected both Liberty and Hetch. I enjoyed getting their dual points of view and really seeing their emotional conflicts. They both were in need of saving, but did not even realize it. 

This story is about moments and people that define individuals. Sometimes they are good. Sometimes they are bad. But they are all significant and shape them. But it is how they choose to deal with them and who stands beside them that becomes the most important aspect of all. There are some sensitive topics covered, but I think they were handled respectively and realistically.

I really enjoyed this first book in this new series. It was funny, sexy, intense, dramatic, and surprisingly emotional. I did not want to put it down. I really became invested in these characters and their stories. I cannot wait to get more with the men of S.W.A.T..

And I do not usually talk about covers in review, but Holy Hell this cover is amazing. But even more so after reading the scene in the book. Gives me chills. 

I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review. 



Hetch is the leader of a SWAT team, but his past threatens to demote him if he can’t get a handle on his memories. Each time a new call goes out, he wonders if this will be the call that sends him back to that dark place.

Liberty is on a hiatus from men after her last disaster of a relationship, but is finding it hard to abstain when she meets her neighbor.

With the trigger warning at the beginning, I was worried this was going to be too dark for the place I’m at right now in my life. However I was pleasantly surprised with the way these tough situations were handled. While one character was dealing with some pretty heavy emotions, the story itself wasn’t centered on the darkness. The trigger event is in the past, and while it is relived, something about the distance of time made it much less of a trigger for me.

Hetch is in his own head more than he’s not. But Liberty allows him to forget his pain in a way he’s never found before. I love his protective nature, even when it means he’s hurting himself to do what he thinks protects those around him. He’s an alpha, smooth talking, sexy cop, trying to keep those around him safe.

Liberty is a strong, confident woman with a stubborn streak. When Hetch messes up, she puts him through his paces and sticks to her guns as best as she can when he is her weakness. I loved her relationship with her sister and niece, and the way she cares about the boys she works with, especially Mitch.

I didn’t want to put this story down. The characters and the journey they were on had me hooked almost from the beginning. The alternating narration keeps readers inside both characters heads: we know Hetch’s struggles; we know Liberty’s strength. For as worried as I was prior to starting about the suicide aspect of the story, it turned out to be a rather easy (if at times emotional) read for me. 

The introduction to the other members of Hetch’s SWAT team served to pique my interest about each of the men and the stories they are hiding, and I am looking forward to more from this series. 
I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review.

They say moments of clarity hit you hard. Like suddenly a deep understanding smacks you in the face. Your vision becomes unclouded, and a truth that’s been out of your reach rushes at you. It’s in that second your perception of reality becomes so clear you can’t begin to describe it.
Some call it beautiful, some say it can be saddening, some even compare it to the moment your drug of choice washes over you, offering a moment of escape.
I wish I could I say my moment of clarity is an epiphany or some kind of life-defining moment that showed me where my messed-up life is going.
No, my moment hits me as the first wave of the orgasm I’ve been chasing the last few minutes washes over me.
“Fuck, woman, wait for me this time.” His voice pulls me from my haze first, reminding me how messed up I am.
Heat covers my body, not from the life-altering orgasm, but from embarrassment.
Without thinking rationally, I throw my vibrator to the floor and freeze, afraid to move, as a low moan pauses on my lips. The thump of my beating heart, almost syncing in perfect rhythm to the throb drumming between my legs.
Jesus, please tell me he didn’t hear me.
 “Don’t go shy on me now, babe.” He half chuckles, half growls, and even though there is a wall between us, the words wash over me; Goose bumps prickle my skin as if his warm breath whispered over me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Slowly, as if by some freak of nature, apartment nine can see me through the wall, I roll off the bed and find myself on all fours.
Really, Liberty?
Fully committed to my actions, I slowly army crawl my way to the nearest exit.
A strong tap on the wall halts my escape followed by, “You still there?” Another wave of humiliation crashes over me when I take stock of my predicament.
If I don’t get out of here fast, I’ll be drowning in so much embarrassment, nothing will resuscitate me.
Unable to form a coherent thought, and not willing to engage with the pervert, I continue to low crawl my way out of my bedroom and into my bathroom. Closing the door, I stand, and quickly walk to the shower. After turning the faucet on, I strip the rest of my clothes off, then step under the spray of the water.
Jesus, that was close.
I have no idea what I was thinking. In fact, I know I wasn’t. Which scares me even more.
I, Liberty Jenson, would never take risks like this. If asked what prompted this change in me, I’d answer with two things.
Apartment nine.
And a self-appointed sex sabbatical.
It all started when I moved into my new apartment. At first, I was excited, ready for a fresh start. After a messy break-up, which included dealing with a douche ex who didn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants, I needed a new place. Somewhere closer to town this time, secure, and most importantly, affordable. However, finding a place close to the city, which was secure enough to make me feel safe and would still leave me enough money left over from my program director’s wage, proved to be a feat. After searching for five weeks, I was about to give up, accept defeat and move in with my mom and dad again. I mean it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to a single thirty-year-old woman.
Right?
Luckily for me, I didn’t have to resort to such desperate measures when this place came up two weeks ago. After a quick walk through, I fell in love with the two bedrooms, one bath, and open kitchen living area. I filled out the paperwork, paid my deposit, a month’s rent in advance, and moved in five days later.
Everything seemed perfect.
That was until I realized how paper-thin the walls were between apartments.
It started out subtle, a sneeze in the early evening on my first night here as I settled into bed. A soft murmur of a man’s voice the third night.
But then came the sex.
The hot, wild, filthy sex.
The fourth night in my new apartment, I was woken to the low moans of what I assumed to be a needy woman.
My face heats up remembering the screams, the grunts. The deep baritone of apartment nine’s voice as he told the ‘bitch’ to keep it quiet.
Unsure what to do, I laid silent, listening to my new neighbor fuck some lucky woman into submission.
I’m not going to lie; I wasn’t turned on by it. I was set alight.
I never thought I would be that kind of person, the kind who got off from listening in on someone get off, but something in the way he spoke to her, something in the way he spoke to all the other women since, stirred a new want in me. Soon I found myself seeking out my room for a chance to hear him.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
But it didn’t stop me from wanting it.
The screams.
The deep grunts of pleasure.
I wanted it all.
I wanted it to be me.
“I’m officially going to hell.” I groan under the water, trying to wash the stupidity off me. Stupid would be the nice way of calling me a fucking idiot. And an idiot is what I am. Especially after tonight.
River Savage 
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River Savage is the Author of the Knights Rebels MC Series. She released her debut novel, Incandescent, in August 2014. 

An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fueled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable. 


With a soft spot for an alpha male and a snarky sassy woman, Kadence and Nix were born. 
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2 comments:

  1. I have not read any of her work.....yet! Thanks for the post and your thoughts on Hetch, I enjoyed reading them. This sounds great, I will have to check it out! =D

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  2. I want to apologize for entering the wrong link to my tweet on Sunday May 15, 2016. I hit enter too quickly as I realized it was wrong. :( That forward momentum is hard to stop! lol The correct one is: https://twitter.com/skkg3/status/731874529274937345
    Sorry for the mix-up.

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