{"id":4769,"date":"2015-01-05T13:38:05","date_gmt":"2015-01-05T21:38:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/allthethingsinbetween.net\/?p=4769"},"modified":"2015-01-05T13:38:05","modified_gmt":"2015-01-05T21:38:05","slug":"makin-the-love-monday-above-all-by-rebecca-brooks-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2015\/01\/05\/makin-the-love-monday-above-all-by-rebecca-brooks-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Makin’ The Love Monday: Above All by Rebecca Brooks"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Above-All\"This is a do-over review; Becca Brooks is amazekittens and I wrote the original review for this book when I was at a supa-low-stress-puppy-kitten point of bad, badness. This book deserves a more coherent review. To be fair, I don’t know what the hell I was trying to say or what anything I was babbling meant when I read the first review again (It’s not there anymore so don’t look for it)… let’s thank my psychiatrist for higher dosages of happy pills so that I’m no longer crying into my pillow and my reviews are a little more in the tongue\u00a0of the human species. Huzzah, Dr. Joshua Golden!<\/p>\n

Casey Webb has had the misfortune of being the other half of a relationship that was going nowhere. By the time she figured out it had stalled, years were wasted and her other half had buried her under too many of his expectations and dreams she had lost touch with\u00a0her own. Probably the biggest regret she has is that she had allowed herself to become this second class citizen in her own life while she put Nick’s need to\u00a0write his epic novel first–something that was beginning to take a toll on her because she realized that the epic novel was also a need of Nick’s that sat a little higher on his list than she did. Guys suck, girls. We need more cats and martinis in our lives.\u00a0<\/p>\n

When she quietly escapes in the dead of the night, the harshest truths are bared because all her fears are proved evident\u00a0when there is no more than a splash of reaction. The most noise comes from her own family that considers her choice that of a child being silly to have left a well laid out life and driven off into the boondocks to live on an Adirondack Mountain Lake working at a seasonal campsite. The idea of living a simple life and sorting herself out and putting herself first is ridiculous to the judgemental people she left behind. No one can figure out why Casey would leave her Master’s work, an ambitious and perfect partner like Nick, and the civilization of decent society, to live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere–but Casey is done in with answering to others–which is what being adult is, no?<\/p>\n

Then comes the book! When Ben Mailer brings her a book for her book swap at the Paper Lake’s Camp’s desk she hadn’t been ready for it to be her Nick’s book. Nicholas St. Clair.<\/em> His name was right there and Ben hadn’t even finished the book he was offering to her because he thought it was CRAP<\/em>! Oh to love and loathe a sexy younger man so quickly at once! It takes only a few moments for Casey to see the dedication is to “All Above” some other bimbo–she, not fathoming in the moment, why he wouldn’t dedicate the book to the years she<\/em> supported him<\/em>! Thus how Casey meets a man I<\/em> could truly fall for because this dude talks food like it’s SEXYFUNTIMES! Mmmmm…. Ben Mailer please come to my fantasy and keep speaking like Emeril Lagasse!<\/p>\n

Now there is a lot of things that go a little whickity-whack here. When I read this book I was in the mind of an emotionally cracked female who was without sleep, hypervigilant, crying all the time and feeling very threatened. I took it very personally that the age difference thing was going on and that she constantly picked on Ben for being young and not knowing his mind. Getting a little under my own feet and some stability I can honestly say that this is brilliant! What is actually going on here is that Casey is actually somewhat punishing Ben for her own mistakes and for how mislead young Casey had been and how much she<\/em> didn’t know about her own self at a younger age. Hell, Casey is still baking yet as a female piece of bakery bit. She was a very vulnerable twenty something and she assumes with her thirty something eyes, a very jaded view of twenty somethings that doesn’t apply to every one out there. Ben Mailer is victim to not necessarily her “preconceived notions” of twenty somethings, so much as a fear of them. She is terrified of getting involved with someone who doesn’t know their own mind, like she didn’t know hers when she met Nick and let him run roughshod on her. And to her fear, Ben makes those motions. But Casey is still just going through her own baking period–she’s not even done with her transformation so she has no idea what is happening with the world at large or what to expect from herself or others… and what she should have realized from living at Bonnet and her time at Paper Lake is that with time things will work out as they should.<\/p>\n

I’m still going to pull these parts out of my first review though because they are valid points, Rebecca!<\/p>\n

Safety Issues of Above All<\/strong><\/em>: Unprotected sex is less dangerous than sex on a cliff. Oh… and\u00a0Little girls like you, Casey Webb, probably tastes like chicken. Mosquitoes? Deer ticks? Hasn’t Geller educated you on West Nile Virus or Lyme Disease? They aren’t a joke, Casey? You run around like God made you, Child, you will be up the West Nile’s River with no paddle, a target on your ass, dancing all over the place shaking your coconuts. Be more careful. Ben isn’t the only one who loves you.<\/p>\n

This is a fantastic Contemporary Snog and Bake Romance. I am waiting for the Official Snog And Bake Rebecca Brooks Oven from Ellora’s Cave. I recommend Deep Dark, Delicious<\/a> by Tina Donahue<\/a> if you like this and not so much a cooking and baking book but in the vein of romance novels with similar dynamic in the relationships I recommend The Kings Series<\/a> by Collette West<\/a> and Wicked Game<\/a> by Mercy Celeste<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\"Above-All-Cropped\"Above All Synopsis:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Reeling from a sudden breakup, Casey Webb leaves Brooklyn, drives north and settles in a sleepy mountain town in upstate New York. She\u2019s convinced she\u2019s happy being alone\u2014until she reads the acknowledgments in her ex-boyfriend\u2019s hit debut novel, thanking his new girlfriend \u201cabove all\u201d.<\/p>\n

Good thing Ben Mailer is in town. The hot, young Brooklyn-bound chef offers the perfect distraction, and soon Casey is having the best sex of her life\u2014on a mountain, in the lake, all over her cozy cabin. But as their weekend fling turns into something more, the demands of Ben\u2019s family and budding career make moving to her idyllic town impossible.\u00a0Now Casey must decide what she can\u2019t live without\u2014her life in the mountains or the man she wants as hers. Smart, sweet and blisteringly hot,\u00a0Above All\u00a0<\/em>is about getting lost\u2026and finding yourself right where you belong. (Released July 18, 2014)
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Above All Excerpt:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

One of Casey\u2019s additions to the office had been to put up a bookshelf to house the collection of used paperbacks Geller had accumulated as campers came in to take a book or leave one behind. It wasn\u2019t the greatest library ever amassed, but it kept Casey\u2019s book collection rotating more than if she\u2019d been stuck driving forty minutes to the nearest bookstore any time she wanted something new.<\/p>\n

Trash\u00a0<\/i>was probably the precise term Nick would have used to describe the murder mystery she was engrossed in with her muddy boots hanging over the edge of the desk. Lucky for both of them, Nick wasn\u2019t up there to share his opinions on taste.<\/p>\n

When she heard tires crunching over the dirt, Casey looked up with a start. The office clock said just past nine. She\u2019d had no idea of the time. She\u2019d have to check this group in quickly and then get home.<\/p>\n

A dark-brown head poked into the office, accompanied by the sounds of car doors opening and closing and staccato bursts of laughter punctuating the night.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d Casey called, cracking the spine to rest the book across the desk. \u201cQuickly, you\u2019re letting the moths in.\u201d<\/p>\n

The screen door slammed shut.<\/p>\n

Casey was so busy scanning the lines of the ledger Geller kept by hand to check in\u00a0arrived<\/i>\u00a0that she didn\u2019t look up until the man had crossed the office and was standing directly in front of the desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Ben,\u201d he said. \u201cI spoke to a gentleman on the phone?\u201d<\/p>\n

Casey looked up.<\/p>\n

And tried not to fall back in her chair. He was boyish, with straight dark hair long enough to stray into his eyes and a dimpled grin that carved two apostrophes into his cheeks and another in the center of his chin when he smiled. He was tall and even under his black North Face fleece she could tell how lean and muscular he was. He had soft brown eyes and thin lips with a look like a puppy dog that had cultivated its sweet expression just to make you want to hug it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d Casey said, rooting unnecessarily around the papers on the desk to give herself something to do besides stare. She was flustered by how good-looking Ben was, and even more flustered that she\u2019d been so disarmed. \u201cThat was Mr. Geller. He said you\u2019d be coming in. You\u2019re eight?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben Mailer, who definitely wasn\u2019t a beefy ex-football player, confirmed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope it wasn\u2019t too last minute, but he said there was plenty of space.\u201d<\/p>\n

Casey nodded, still distracted. He may not have been back in college but he sure looked as if he could be. She felt like a cradle-robber just looking at him. But it was impossible to pull her eyes away.<\/p>\n

She heard his friends outside, laughing about some joke they\u2019d shared in the car. A guy with dark hair buzzed close to his temples and matching thick stubble across his face came in and Casey\u2019s first, totally unprofessional thought was that at least he looked older than Ben\u2014late twenties, maybe, with lines under his eyes that said he was no stranger to late nights. Maybe they were actually the same age and Ben only looked younger. The idea made her feel slightly better about the way his eyes were sending something icy and hot shooting through her veins.<\/p>\n

But no matter how old he was, it was still unnerving to realize that she couldn\u2019t stop wondering what he must look like without that trim fleece jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey man,\u201d the guy with the stubble sauntered over to the desk. \u201cKnow where we\u2019re going to be?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben turned to Casey. \u201cWe have four tents,\u201d he explained, \u201cbut we can arrange them however you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ah. Well, that answered that. Four couples, Casey reasoned, marking down the numbers. It looked like lucky Ben had one very lucky girlfriend. That at least ought to make her stop thinking things that definitely shouldn\u2019t have been running through her mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow many vehicles?\u201d She tried to keep her voice steady, even though she couldn\u2019t make herself look up and meet his dark, luminous eyes. Especially not with his friend there, who was probably wondering what was wrong with the lady behind the desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo. I\u2019m so sorry we\u2019re so late. We got a little lost in the turn off from 87 in the dark. I hope you\u2019re not staying open longer just to check us in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Casey assured him it was fine, a little unnerved by how polite he was. Somehow it wasn\u2019t what she expected from kids up for a reunion, even though, she reminded herself, she obviously had no idea\u00a0what\u00a0<\/i>Ben was like.<\/p>\n

And had no intention of finding out, a stern voice in her head warned.<\/p>\n

Casey blinked furiously and tried to stay on track. She wrote down the license plates to their two SUVs, went through the rules of the campsite and showed on a map where to walk to their sites. Counting out the change to Ben\u2019s deposit\u2014while eyeing his long, slender fingers resting on the desk\u2014she couldn\u2019t help wondering who his girlfriend was waiting outside.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where\u2019d you guys come in from?\u201d She made her voice casual as Ben passed the maps to his friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll over. Boston, New York.\u201d He gestured vaguely. \u201cWe all went to Vassar and stayed here once, right before we graduated. So, you know, we thought it\u2019d be fun to get together again.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man with the stubble clapped Ben on the shoulder. \u201cThis guy is way too modest. He\u2019s studying at the Culinary Institute of America and we\u2019re here to give him a well-deserved weekend off. He\u2019s been working like a dog.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave not,\u201d Ben said good-naturedly, but somehow his smile didn\u2019t quite reach his dark eyes.<\/p>\n

His friend, though, hardly noticed Ben\u2019s sudden unease. \u201cWe\u2019re hoping he remembers us so that when he opens up the best restaurant in New York City, we\u2019ll be comped free meals since we won\u2019t be able to afford a single slice of bread.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben winced, but as soon as Casey told him, she hoped he\u2019d enjoy his time off, a lopsided grin spread across his face. This time, it lit up his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cMake sure you have flashlights,\u201d she said quickly to cover up the way her pulse escalated when he caught her eye and brushed back a rogue strand of hair. \u201cBe careful of roots and rocks, that sort of thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded, but as his friend went out to find the campsite, he hung back, looking around. Casey told herself it had nothing to do with her, but even so, some small spark fluttered inside as his eyes lingered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019re you reading?\u201d Ben asked as he looked over the bookshelf.<\/p>\n

\u201cHigh-quality material.\u201d Casey lifted up the cover and explained the system she\u2019d set up.<\/p>\n

\u201cPretty ingenious\u2014maybe I\u2019ll bring you something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d she said, trying to keep her mouth in a straight line. For some reason, the edges kept wanting to pop up.<\/p>\n

Someone called from outside, asking Ben for the keys, and at last he turned to go. On his way out, he wished Casey a good night and then reached up to tap the back of the doorframe before swinging the door shut behind him.<\/p>\n

She really,\u00a0really<\/i>\u00a0wished he hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Because lifting his arms to the doorframe made his jacket rise up enough to expose the top of his low-slung jeans. As well as the thin green line of his boxers hugging his hips underneath. It didn\u2019t take X-ray vision to know that just above that patch of skin, hidden by his white undershirt and whatever else he had on under his black North Face fleece, were two long dimples carved into his lower back, matching the dimples on his face.<\/p>\n

Officially the sexiest part of any man\u2019s body and the one thing Casey dreamed about on those rare nights when she did, in fact, allow herself to dream.<\/p>\n

But this was\u00a0not<\/i>\u00a0going to be one of those images she replayed in her mind\u2019s eye. She was already berating herself for noticing. Not only had she turned to putty simply because he slid the hair out of his eyes as if he didn\u2019t know the gesture would make every girl within a ten-mile radius want to extend her hand to his cheek. But she, Cassandra Webb, competent, capable, got dumped on her ass but still got back up again, thirty-four-year-old independent woman, had checked out his twenty-something-year-old butt.<\/p>\n

She made herself swear she wouldn\u2019t give him a second thought. She wasn\u2019t interested. Period. She\u2019d come to the woods to be alone and she fully planned to stay that way. She was going to read a little more until she was sufficiently distracted and then head back to her cabin, warm some cookies in the microwave, and go to sleep. Geller would take over registration in the morning and she would never see this group again.<\/p>\n

Casey reached for her book, but she couldn\u2019t stop her hand from hovering over the ledger. Before she knew what she was doing, she allowed herself a quick peek at the records and groaned.<\/p>\n

Geller\u2019s handwriting was unmistakable. They were staying for four days, three nights. There was no way she wouldn\u2019t find herself looking at those dimples again.<\/p>\n

[copyright Rebecca Brooks, 2014. All Rights Reserved Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.]<\/p>\n

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Meet Rebecca Brooks:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"R-Brooks-Bio\"Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx. Her books are about independent women who leave their old lives behind in order to try something new\u2014and find the passion, excitement, and purpose they didn\u2019t even know they\u2019d been missing.<\/p>\n

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Rebecca Brooks’ Web Tracks:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Hashtag: #ICouldGiveMore – Saying No to More by Rebecca Brooks<\/a><\/p>\n

Hashtag: #FriendsandFoes – Don\u2019t Support Me: The Case for Honesty Among Friends by Rebecca Brooks<\/a>
\nHashtag: #SummerMemories – What Summer Should Be by Rebecca Brooks<\/a>
\nHashtag: #Family – The Big Reveal by Rebecca Brooks<\/a><\/p>\n

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This is a do-over review; Becca Brooks is amazekittens and I wrote the original review for this book when I was at a supa-low-stress-puppy-kitten point of bad, badness. This book deserves a more coherent review. 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