Blog Tour: Jagger by Olivia Hawthorne

Blog Tour:  Jagger by Olivia HawthorneJagger by Olivia Hawthorne
Series: A Stepbrother Romance Series
Publication Date: December 7, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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I have a problem. I’m stuck on a birthday party trip to Paris with my little sister and her four BFFs.

That’s not my problem.

My problem is in the form of my cocky, arrogant, rock star step brother, Jagger. He betrayed my trust years ago and I haven’t been able to forgive him ever since.

We’re two different people.

I’m in college and the good girl in every sense of the word. Perfect GPA, perfect group of friends, and worlds apart from my Internet famous stepbrother who’s famously known for breaking hearts and leaving throngs of screaming fans in his wake.

So how can I tell my body to stop going crazy every time we’re together?

And when you’re sharing a room with the hottest man you know in the most romantic city in the world, how can you possibly say no?
When our love threatens to ignite, will we burn up or survive the scandal that’s about to rock both our worlds?

I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

My Review

“It was funny how love just happened and made everything right in your world.”

Jagger was enjoyable stepbrother romance story by Author Olivia Hawthorne. Jessa and Jagger were two distinctly different individuals, coming into each other’s lives due to circumstances that were out of their control. But some things are just meant to be, and that was this couple. After years of battling their feelings for each other on the only war they knew how a family outing pushed them together, and sparks of all kinds began to fly. The story line was original and gave Jessa and Jagger their own unique voice. The added secondary characters brought in more good feels and depth. A good addition to the stepbrother sub-genre.


She looked distressed by her confession so I walked to her side. I hooked my finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at me. She had tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

In the grip of some madness, I bent and kissed her cheek where one tear had fallen, leaving a wet path down her smooth skin. My lips tasted her salt and sorrow.

She gasped and tensed up, but didn’t pull away. I moved to kiss the other cheek where there were no tears. My lips touched her skin, my breath caught in the back of my throat, and I put my hand on her shoulder and stroked her arm slowly, as if taming a wild animal.

She froze, I couldn’t hear her breathing but I could feel her heart pounding in her chest as I moved my hand across her skin.

“Don’t,” she choked out and stepped back as if it burned. “We can’t…”

“Shit, I know. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I replied, turned on my heel and stormed to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. What the hell was wrong with me? She had been rejecting my friendship for years, what made me think she’d want to fuck me?

But if I were being honest, it wasn’t a fuck. With Jessa, it was so much more than that. With Jessa, it was dangerous and exciting, a love that could destroy me or grow bigger than our separate lives. A love that could consume us, but reward us with something truer than anything we’d ever imagined.

But she didn’t want it, so why did I try?

My phone buzzed and I looked down at it. Ten thirty, my alarm to go pick up the waitress.

I decided the only way to stop the burning in my heart was to take it out on some unnamed Parisian waitress. I took a deep breath, gathered the heartless jerk inside of me and opened the door.

Jess was sitting on the edge of the bed with a stricken look on her face. “Jagger–”

“Don’t have time to talk, babe,” I said and grabbed my jacket, “I’ve got a date, remember?”

“Are you serious?” she blurted. Her face dropped, but she regained her composure and became the ice bitch queen in the time it took my heart to beat.

“I never kid when there’s grade A pussy at stake,” I smirked and turned to leave.

Just as I got to the door, I turned back to her and said, “What I have planned is much better than the couch I have to look forward to in here. Plus, it goes without saying; don’t wait up for me.”

I heard her yell, “Bastard!” at my departing back and I knew my arrow had hit its mark.

It didn’t feel good though. It didn’t feel good at all.

3.5 Stars

About Olivia Hawthorne

Olivia Hawthorne loves short, hot, intense she decided to start writing them! She lives in the heart of Texas with her family.

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