{"id":4950,"date":"2015-02-13T00:28:53","date_gmt":"2015-02-13T08:28:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/allthethingsinbetween.net\/?p=4950"},"modified":"2015-02-13T00:28:53","modified_gmt":"2015-02-13T08:28:53","slug":"weekend-pick-me-up-deep-down-by-elle-aycart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2015\/02\/13\/weekend-pick-me-up-deep-down-by-elle-aycart\/","title":{"rendered":"Weekend Pick Me Up: Deep Down by Elle Aycart"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Deep-Down-Review\"<\/p>\n

It’s strange… Mike Haddican was a bit of an interloper for me in Heavy Issues and I had that weird meh feeling for him that you do for your brother’s friend that drives you nuts. I didn’t know if I liked him and I really had no clue he was getting a book. I think I may have been blinded by Max because he makes me melt and there is a desperately sad chance that all characters other than\u00a0him paled or meh’ed in his stead.<\/p>\n

Sorry, Mike, you got the short straw first time around (and second?), but at least we got to meet again, amirite? Cause this book is kittens and you talk like sin and have moves for which Joe Thornton would give pause to study. You are control in the corners, good hands, dominating the defense and then your biscuit’s in her basket quite often! I think that on many nights you had hat tricks!<\/p>\n

Hockey analogies aside, this book might not have taken over the place in my heart that Heavy Issues holds, but I love the hell out of it. Deep Down\u00a0has a great deal more playfulness in it, going back more towards More Than Meets The Ink than I think Heavy Issues has. The OGs are the Original Grandmas, Mike’s grandmother and her crew: Greta and Wilma. I have this ungodly love for the elderly. I was brought up by my grandparents and with my social anxiety I find it hard to be around a lot of demographics but elderly isn’t one of them. As a matter of fact when I have to go to the Arthritis Clinic I sometimes get chatting with fun advanced aged. One sweet ol’ babe sang me the Soft Kitty song from the Big Bang Theory when I wore my Soft Kitty Hoodie. David calls it going to my people. So the OGs are\u00a0especially sentimental for me… and they are funny enough you could pee, but claim incontinence and say it’s the granny next to you and no one would know the better!<\/p>\n

At Kyra’s questioning stare, Rachel handed her the cell.
\nFirst message was from Wilma.\u00a0I’m Lesbian now.\u00a0<\/em>How long will you be fingering the cat?
\n<\/em>Rachel’s answer came next.\u00a0WTH Grandma??\u00a0Pls read your\u00a0messages\u00a0before\u00a0sending.
\n<\/em>Next messages were from Wilma.\u00a0Oh my God. *LEAVING now. **FIXING THE CAR. \u00a0Jesus, Mary, and Jerome! *** JOSEPH. Damn auto erect!
\n<\/em>In between laughter, Kyra noticed a new message arrived. Poor, poor cat. Smartphone, my behind.<\/em><\/p>\n

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One thing that I\u00a0especially love is that Elle\u00a0refers to the texting mistypes as STDs or Senior Texting Disorder. I think that I have that and I’m only 40, 41 or 42. I’m not sure which but I am one of those and I have a texting disorder. Also a math disorder. But this book isn’t just about me being in love with three charming old biddies–although I am. They are fabulous and their instigation and scheming does make this a fair more clever a tale than the last two books were. Consider it adding a little seasoned embellishments. You need the elderly for seasoning.<\/p>\n

There is a great deal of fiery putting hards stuff in dark moist places and Mike has a naughty mouth that seems to get Kyra, and my own mind, to think he is the gift that keeps on giving. While Cole was all DARK AND FOREBODING and while reading Heavy Issues you found yourself replying to him in ‘Yes, Sir’, Mike and Kyra have baggage and there is a lot of control issues in play. Mainly it’s Mike trying to control the remote control\u00a0because everyone knows that having a pecker makes you especially wibbly when you give your heart. Mike’s heart has been Kyra’s since the galaxies birthed stars and he’s all sorts of control freak which makes him hot in his, “This is my nookie and we are doin’ it Mike Haddican’s way. Take 1. Control. Control. Control. Hulk. Smash!” Then he loses his crap, and control is gone, and he’s banging Kyra like she has the winning lottery numbers on the back of her uterus and he needs them to pay off his mortgage.<\/p>\n

If there is anything I would recommend it is that I think you should read the prior books\u00a0to refresh yourself before you read this. Also, you can see further down this page, To The Max is out and you can go straight through now if you have the time. I had a bit of a hard time remembering some of the far peripheral characters from book, to book, to book. Refresh for the best experience.<\/p>\n

You will like this if you like Cherri Lynn’s Ross Siblings. You will like Lexi Ryan if you like these books. And if you like old people I will like you! Want to be friends?<\/p>\n

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\"Deep-Down\"<\/p>\n

Deep Down Synopsis:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Mike Haddican is a proud small-town gym owner, a renowned karate instructor, and all-around good guy. He\u2019s never needed much to be happy: his family, his friends, his girl. Especially his girl. But when Kyra left him seven years ago to chase her dreams, she all but destroyed him.<\/p>\n

Contemporary dancer Kyra Brims made it big, but it cost her dearly. With her life and career in shambles, she doesn\u2019t need a do-over, she needs a friggin\u2019 miracle. Injured, broke, and out of options after going through hell, she\u2019s come back to Alden, the town she swore she\u2019d never return to and home of Mike Haddican, the man who ripped her soul to pieces, to lick her wounds and recover.<\/p>\n

Forgetting and letting go proved impossible when they were worlds apart; now that they\u2019re stuck together they don\u2019t stand a chance, especially with Mike\u2019s grandma and her partners in crime plotting, meddling and refusing to give up on them.<\/p>\n

As the passion that never died burns out of control, so do old hurts and unresolved issues. Both have reasons to be angry and feel betrayed, but now that they\u2019re older, are they wise enough to make things work?
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\u201cThis is a bad idea, Grandma,\u201d Mike said as he walked out of the dressing room at the community center, wearing nothing but his boxers and an intimidating scowl that, unfortunately and as usual, had no effect whatsoever on the old lady.<\/p>\n

\u201cNonsense. The girls are anxiously waiting. Let\u2019s roll,\u201d she said as she pushed him forward and down the corridor.<\/p>\n

Scratch bad. This was a shitty idea.<\/p>\n

His grandmother was barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds when drenched. How she got the strength to push his big frame while he was literally dragging his feet was beyond him.<\/p>\n

\u201cBesides, you promised you\u2019d do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He snorted. \u201cNo, I didn\u2019t. I promised I\u2019d help you with your senior courses. Meaning I\u2019d drive you around, do your shopping, and stuff like that. I didn\u2019t agree to pose for your male-anatomy painting lessons. You know I\u2019m too busy for this.\u201d He\u2019d stopped working as a foreman several years ago to run the family gym full-time with his dad, but last month Cole had taken on the renovation of the town\u2019s library pro bono, and Mike had volunteered to help. That plus the gym and the martial-arts classes in the afternoons had taken up all his time. Fuck it if now that the library was almost ready he was going to invest whatever was left of the summer in this. \u201cCan\u2019t you guys use, I don\u2019t know, a statue? Or better yet, a picture. There are plenty of books and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLive human-anatomy painting, Mike,\u201d she interrupted, emphasizing the word \u201clive,\u201d \u201cand one is never too busy to help his grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, it depended on how nutty the grandmother was, didn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about Mr. Honbacker or Mr. Stilt from bingo nights?\u201d he asked, trying to get out if it. \u201cI\u2019m sure they are free and willing.\u201d<\/p>\n

His grandmother clicked her tongue. \u201cThe idea behind these classes is for us senior citizens to enjoy ourselves. We do know we have a foot in the grave. We have enough of a reality check every time we look in the mirror, honey. Besides, Mr. Stilt\u2019s prostate is acting up again. He can\u2019t stay still fifteen minutes to save his own life. And about Mr. Honbacker,\u201d she added, lowering her voice, \u201cGreta had a\u2026fling with him. They are not on speaking terms. Some kinky thing he did with his false teeth, I hear.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh man. There was an image he wouldn\u2019t be able to erase from his mind even if he lived to be one hundred.<\/p>\n

That was what he got for being nice\u2014permanent brain damage.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a flawless specimen in the prime of your life,\u201d she continued, reaching for his arm and squeezing his biceps appreciatively. \u201cHandsome and fit. A perfect Michelangelo\u2019s David<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned his head to her. \u201cYou\u2019re kidding me, right? Come on, do I look anything like Michelangelo\u2019s David<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

She pondered his words as her gaze traveled over his bulk and tattoos, then settled on his face. \u201cWell, your hair isn\u2019t curly.\u201d<\/p>\n

He rolled his eyes. Trust her to focus on the most insignificant things.<\/p>\n

For one, his hair was cropped so short it was barely there. And two, he was heavily tattooed, weighed around two hundred forty pounds, and a lifetime of practicing boxing and martial arts had granted him a body that had little to do with that of an effeminate boy.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a bit rougher than Michelangelo\u2019s David<\/em>,\u201d she finally conceded, \u201cbut you\u2019ll do nicely, I\u2019m sure of it. The girls will be pleased.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the love of God.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m your grandson, and you\u2019re pimping me out. Don\u2019t you see anything wrong with this picture?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust humor us. We\u2019re a bunch of women in our eighties. Half of us are blind; the other half won\u2019t remember what we did today tomorrow. And you only have to pose. The girls voted for body oil to highlight your muscles, but they couldn\u2019t agree who should help you rub it on, so I vetoed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me,\u201d he muttered as he dug his heels in.<\/p>\n

Fucking hell.<\/p>\n

That was what he got for going along with her wacky ideas. For not putting his foot down. Like when she decided her girls needed self-defense classes. They needed an extra edge, she\u2019d said. Extra edge for what? What were those grandmas going to be doing? Strolling around Southie sporting colors? Considering their age, the best bet if anyone tried to rob them would be to hand over the purse. Better that than risk any injury. His grandmother hadn\u2019t agreed, of course, and now, every Tuesday, there was a self-defense class for seniors down at the gym, where Mike was supposed to teach those charming ladies how to knock down a potential assailant without breaking any bones of their own.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Mike, you know we\u2019re harmless.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yeah, harmless his ass. He\u2019d rather face a bloodthirsty firing squad or, better yet, the Hulk in a no-holds-barred underground fight than deal with all the guilt-tripping of the OGs\u2014the Original Grandmas\u2014what his grandmother and her partners in crime, Greta and Wilma, had fittingly named the messenger group they shared.<\/p>\n

\u201cBesides, you\u2019ve been fooling around with too many women to count. I bet half the continental US has seen you naked. What does it matter if a bunch of grannies see you in your undies? Oh, look, I got a rhyme. Sort of. I need to remember it. For my creative-writing course. I\u2019m compiling my memoirs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour memoirs? Why do you need creative writing for memoirs?\u201d<\/p>\n

She let out a soft snort. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Next time Mr. Bowen came for a visit, Mike was so bribing him into taking her to Eternal Sun Resort in Florida. From what he\u2019d heard, the senior community was more than adequately equipped to keep his grandmother entertained and the rest of the world out of trouble.<\/p>\n

In the meantime, he needed to do some damage control.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandma\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Probably sensing he was about to hightail it out of there, she pulled out the big guns. \u201cYou promised, Mike. You can\u2019t break your promises to me. For all you know, I could drop dead tomorrow, and you\u2019d have to carry the guilt of breaking my heart for the rest of your life.\u201d<\/p>\n

God grant him patience.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh please, you\u2019ve been using the same I-could-drop-dead-tomorrow line to get away with whatever you wanted for the last twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged. \u201cI\u2019ve just been lucky, but clearly I\u2019m running out of time. The probability of me kicking the bucket becomes higher and higher with every passing day. You shouldn\u2019t risk it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Right. She was in great shape, not only for her age but for someone ten years younger.<\/p>\n

\u201cA shameless blackmailer, that\u2019s what you are,\u201d he muttered as they approached the room, following the sound of animated chatter. \u201cNo oil. No rubbing. Heck, no touching at all. And the boxers are staying on, are we clear?\u201d He wasn\u2019t sure if Michelangelo\u2019s David<\/em> was a complete nude or if he had something covering his junk, but Mike had his suspicions, and no way in hell was he risking it.<\/p>\n

She patted him condescendingly. \u201cOf course, dear. It\u2019s not our intention to make you uncomfortable in any way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Really? Thank fucking God, because he\u2019d been nothing but damn uncomfortable since he\u2019d set foot in the community center.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor the record, Mike, none of us has had sex during this century, granted, but equipment-wise, I doubt you have something we haven\u2019t seen before.\u201d<\/p>\n

He choked on the breath he was taking. He wouldn\u2019t bet on that.<\/p>\n

The second he entered the room, a perfectly heart-shaped ass clad in barely-there boy shorts that left the undersides of the ass cheeks in plain view welcomed him. Well, maybe this wasn\u2019t such a bad idea after all. The girl was bent over, so he couldn\u2019t see her face, but what he could see was very promising.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you needed a model for the male-anatomy painting class,\u201d he whispered as he lifted his chin, greeting his grandmother\u2019s blue-haired posse.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I needed a male model for the anatomy painting class.\u201d<\/p>\n

She should have started with that. As an incentive if nothing else. He was still pissed he\u2019d be spending every Wednesday posing in his damn underwear\u2014hopefully\u2014but at least he wouldn\u2019t be alone in his misery and could entertain himself with eye candy.<\/p>\n

He caught his grandmother\u2019s gaze drifting away to the floor, a flash of unease on her face, and his joy took a nosedive.<\/p>\n

Oh boy, why did he have a shitty feeling about this? Before he could ask anything, the owner of that glorious ass straightened, turned around, and his fucking heart jumped to his throat and stopped.<\/p>\n

He froze.<\/p>\n

There, standing in those sexy-like-hell shorts and a sports bra, showing off her toned, curvy, and mouthwatering body, looking surprised as all fuck\u2014and displeased as all fuck too\u2014was Kyra.<\/p>\n

His Kyra.<\/p>\n

No, not his Kyra anymore, he corrected himself.<\/p>\n

He instinctively took a step back, the air suddenly too thick to breathe.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been back in Alden for a bit over a month now, and this was the closest he\u2019d been to her.<\/p>\n

Much closer than he wanted to be ever again.<\/p>\n

\u201cA word?\u201d he growled to his grandmother while moving back to the hallway, dragging her along.<\/p>\n

Hoping he was out of earshot, he stopped and turned to her, his jaw clenched so tight he had trouble getting any words out. \u201cAre you crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n

She thought for a second. \u201cIs that a trick question? Because I warn you my admission won\u2019t have any legal validity, in case you\u2019re having funny thoughts.\u201d<\/p>\n

He ignored her. \u201cKyra? Really?\u201d He hated the raw bitterness dripping from his voice, but there was nothing he could do about it.<\/p>\n

She lifted her shoulders. \u201cI had nothing to do with that. I was in charge of bringing a male model. Greta is the one who got Kyra.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sure she had nothing to do with Kyra being in there. His grandma, Wilma, and Greta made the three musketeers look like total strangers.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot doing it. No fucking way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the problem? You told me you were over her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sure he was over her.<\/p>\n

Over and fucking done, but that didn\u2019t mean he wanted to spend any time around her. For one, because even now, seeing her or hearing her voice still sent a surge of pain through his chest, which, considering how fucking badly she\u2019d crushed him all those years ago, pissed him off to no end. That, of course, he wasn\u2019t going to explain to his grandmother.<\/p>\n

Not that she needed any explanations to read him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought we could be mature about this,\u201d he heard her say.<\/p>\n

Fuck mature. He was running for the hills.<\/p>\n

If it hadn\u2019t been for the fact that he\u2019d promised Cole he would help with the library\u2019s renovation, he would have gotten the fuck out of Alden the very first day she came back. Then again, his father couldn\u2019t manage the gym by himself, so he was stuck.<\/p>\n

Since her return, out of pure self-preservation, he\u2019d become a master at avoiding her, which in a place the size of Alden was a damn feat. Posing with her for a couple of hours in a confined space, without immediate means of escape, would blow to hell and back the frail status quo he\u2019d managed to achieve. Not to mention he would lose whatever little was left of his frigging peace of mind. He\u2019d have nothing to do but stare at her. At those gorgeous gray eyes of hers that he, once upon a time, used to wake up to. At that bee-stung, luscious mouth he used to spend hours kissing. At that sexy hourglass body he used to love fucking.<\/p>\n

He shook his head. \u201cGrandma, I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed. \u201cI understand. If you can\u2019t take it, you can\u2019t take it. I\u2019ll walk right back in and say you can\u2019t do it. You shouldn\u2019t feel like any less of a man for it. It\u2019s okay your feelings are still tender, my boy,\u201d she said, patting his chest. \u201cNobody will think less of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He groaned in exasperation. Fantastic. Now he\u2019d look like a fucking pussy if he backed down.<\/p>\n

Whatever. Worse things to look like in life than a pussy, even for a born fighter like him. Not sure what exactly, but he was sure there were some.<\/p>\n

He turned around and began walking away.<\/p>\n

\u201cMichael Haddican, if you leave, we have to cancel the class. The whole course, probably. If we cancel, she won\u2019t get paid. She needs the cash. She\u2019s in trouble, my boy. I heard in two days\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t want to hear it,\u201d he said through gritted teeth, his tone harsh.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t want to hear a damn fucking word. Not a one. The sight of her and Sam was painful enough. He didn\u2019t need a sound track to go with it, thank you very much.<\/p>\n

He got a handful of steps more before he stopped and let out a low, pissed-off growl.<\/p>\n

\u201cMike, please,\u201d he heard his grandma say.<\/p>\n

He slung his head forward.<\/p>\n

Fuck. Shit. Crap.<\/p>\n

\u00a9ElleAycart Deep Down 2014<\/p>\n

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Special Max Bowen Giveaway and Sneak Peek Event:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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It’s time to celebrate two\u00a0great Elle Aycart\/Bowen Brother Events here on All The Things Inbetween! Not only am I reviewing Deep Down here… To The Max has just been released and the next Hashtag on February 16 will feature a sneak peek from the To The Max that was snipped from the book. –I guess that is THREE great things!<\/p>\n

To honor the release, and because Max is my favorite Bowen, I am doing Super Elle Aycart Giveaways using Amazon’s new Giveaway system. Let’s see how this works; new things are scary! =)<\/p>\n

These will be\u00a0physical copies, <\/strong>paperbacks, and are sent directly from Amazon. I will give away one of each of the already released books using the new #AmazonGiveaway platform. Please bear with me as we stumble through this together. I don’t get your deets, everything is done through Amazon. All these giveaways are ending in staggered dates as I wanted to see how setting up one worked first before I set up another and Amazon like anticipation because it apparently takes 24 hours before it goes into effect. Leave and learn! Play and win!<\/p>\n

I will be giving away copies of To The Max but Amazon Giveaway doesn’t do digital giveaways and I’m trying to figure out how I will be giving those away when the time comes.<\/p>\n

Holy Elle Aycart! So many book giveaways! Stay tuned and win yours!<\/p>\n

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After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.<\/p>\n

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It’s strange… Mike Haddican was a bit of an interloper for me in Heavy Issues and I had that weird meh feeling for him that you do for your brother’s friend that drives you nuts. I didn’t know if I liked him and I really had no clue he was getting a book. 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