#BlogTour~~Chaser by Kylie Scott #DiveBarSeries
Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant.
Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.
There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?
Stephanie’s 4 Blush Review
Chaser is the third book in Kylie Scott’s Dive Bar Series. It is a stand-alone. Chaser is Eric’s story. Each book in the series has had its own flow. This story has a much laid back feeling.
Eric, Nell & Lydia own The “Dive” Bar. Eric is a manwhore. He lives life as it comes. He is carefree and lacks responsibilities. Eric has never had a serious relationship. He has become the recent topic of conversation among the owners of the Dive Bar. His co-workers are teasing him about being irresponsible, immature, and only into himself. After all of this ribbing and teasing, Eric decides to “take a break” from women & one night stands, trying to be more responsible.
“Seriously, Eric. One day you’re going to wish there was more to your life than the next piece of ass.”
“Do you think I’m a manwhore with no concept of responsibility, incapable of having a meaningful relationship, who just uses women because I wouldn’t know real commitment if it bit me on the ass?”
Along comes Jean. She & Nell developed an online friendship. She wanted to relocate, needing a change. Nell suggested that Jean take the available apartment above the Dive Bar and she accepts. Upon Jean’s arrival she stops into the Dive Bar for a bite to eat. Eric is drawn to her immediately until she stands up and is clearly pregnant (it was so funny!). I don’t want to spoil the story, so I won’t tell why that is an issue for Eric.
Pregnant or not, Eric and Jean do run into one another, a lot because they are neighbors. There is definite chemistry and attraction between them. Eric is lonely while trying to kick his bad ways and Jean is just alone. As they continue to run into each other they begin to talk and become friends. Everyone is coming down on Eric about his friendship with Jean. They don’t want her hurt.
When Jean goes into labor on a snowy night, Eric is the only one around. He is panicked, but comes through. Eric & Jean’s friendship only deepens after baby Ada is born. And you will find out what happens next when you read the book!
Eric & Jean developed a great friendship which builds up slowly throughout the story. Both of their characters are well written. The story has a slow burn to it. You understand their fears and insecurities. There are many layers to Eric and Jean. They are peeled away, one by one. I loved seeing Eric’s transformation! Eric’s interactions and inner thoughts with baby Ada are hilarious. As well as when he talks about his love of breasts. Just so funny! And lastly, I love the small town of Coeur d’Alene where the story is set. Sounds like a place I’d love to live in! I’ll leave you with one of the many quotes that made me laugh…..
Having not properly read the how-to-not-be-a-dick manual that everyone else in the world seemed to have a copy of, I’d open my mouth and screwed the whole thing up.
PS: We also get a visit from the Stage Dive crew! It was fun seeing how their lives are changing….
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I’d been tricked. Betrayed.
After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection.
Talk about disappointed.
“Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped.
Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.”
“The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .”
“Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar.
“Are you having trouble with the concept?”
“Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.”
She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”
“I just . . .”
“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.
Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.
The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”
“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.
And then there was an awkward silence.
“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.
She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.
“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.
Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”
She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.
Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”
“How old are you?”
She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”
Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.
“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”
Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.
“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.
“You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.”
“You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.”
Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.”
“Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.”
“Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked.
“Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell.
“We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.”
“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”
One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.
I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”
“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”
And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/