Blog Tour: Lovegame by Tracy Wolff

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Today is my stop during the blog tour for Lovegame by Tracy Wolff. I share my review today with you and there’s an excerpt of the book and a tour wide giveaway.

LOVEGAMETitle: Lovegame
Author: Tracy Wolff
Series: standalone
Rating: 4 stars
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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Blurb:
True Crime novelist Ian Sharpe has spent his career writing about serial killers for very personal reasons. For his latest exposรฉ, he is taking on the sadistic madman known as the Red Ribbon Strangler, and when his research leads him to Hollywoodโ€™s most private and provocative actress, he will break every rule to uncover her truth.

The daughter of one of Hollywoodโ€™s golden couples, chased by paparazzi and treated as a commodity her entire life, Veronica Romero wields her sex appeal like a weapon. She expects Ian to be as easy to control as every other man sheโ€™s ever known. But from the beginning, he refuses to fall into line. Mysterious and cool, challenging and just a little bit dangerous, Ian somehow makes her feel safeโ€”even as he digs into the deepest secrets of her life and pushes her to the breaking point.

As raw ecstasy gives way to agonized truths, their dark obsession exposes secrets that have been buried for far too long. Ian wants to tear down her walls and heal the sensual woman underneath. But if Veronicaโ€™s learned anything, itโ€™s that the line between pleasure and pain is a narrow oneโ€”and when caught between them the only thing that matters is how you play the game.

My Review:
A sexy, seductive, enthralling read that was a really gripping page-turner.

I was intrigued by the blurb and looking forward to getting stuck into an old-Hollywood royalty read. It didn’t disappoint.

Ian is a highly-successful author whose latest blockbuster has just been adapted for the big screen. Enter the gorgeous and highly acclaimed Veronica Romero, to play the aptly-named Belladonna. Ian has secured a gig writing a high-profile piece about Veronica in the run up to the movie release, but he is there on false pretense. He is writing a new book and he’s discovered that Veronica has a hidden past linked to a horrific serial killer, and he’s determined to dig deeper. Until he meets Veronica and they fall for one another.

Both of them are vulnerable and hiding aspects of their true natures to avoid opening up the past. Lovegame takes us on a journey of discovery as they learn to push past their vulnerability and let one another in. But, oh, the path to true love never runs smoothly, and there was plenty of back and forth witty banter and one-upmanship.

When they give into their lust for one another, it quickly became quite depraved. That was probably the only aspect of the story I didn’t like. While they did have explosive chemistry, it was very clear that Veronica had psychological issues tied up with sex. She isn’t adverse to playing up her sex-symbol status, or using it where the situation demands it, but it isn’t who she is behind the actress persona. She actually has some series issues, as a result of the horrific trauma she suffered in the past, and it was obvious they were unresolved. Therefore, I found it difficult to accept her sexual transformation with Ian, when they had only just met and they hopped into bed quite quickly and especially given everything he did to her.

Veronica fears she is losing her mind when certain inexplicable situations arise. She becomes confused and unsure who she should trust. I enjoyed this part of the story, even if it was fairly easy to predict the culprit. It was still very well-written.

I loved the call that Ian made toward the end of this book, and he was prepared to put his love for her above everything else. I was so rooting for them.

I also really enjoyed the epilog.

The pacing was consistent, the writing accomplished and the world-building stylish and effortlessly described. I always enjoy dual POV and Lovegame was no exception.

In summary, this was a fantastic read which will appeal to fans of well-written erotic romance.

Thanks to Barclay PR and Loveswept for providing an advance copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.

Excerpt:
I take picture after picture, with a vintage champagne glass in my hand or my face buried in a huge bouquet of dahlias. Toward the end, Marc has the stylist and his assistant wrap me up in a long string of artificial belladonna since the real stuff can cause problems if it touches the skin. Then they heap my gloved hands with a mountain of the poisonous black berries and Marc has me hold my hands out to the camera in a deadly macabre offering.
Again and again Marc shoots me like that, taking pictures from every possible angle. On his knees in front of me, looking up. From a ladder above me, looking down. Beside me. Behind me. Across the room. Up close. Again and again he points and clicks. Again and again, I smile and pout and make every other expression he asks for. I even take his suggestion to tilt my head back with my mouth open wide and hold one of the berries between my thumb and index finger as I pretend to be about to drop it in. As I do, I close my eyes and pretend not to be totally icked out.
When I open them two minutes and twenty shots later, the first person I see is Ian. Heโ€™s leaning back against one of the mirrored walls and for once his omnipresent notebook is nowhere to be seen. Instead heโ€™s staring straight at me, a half-snarl on his normally calm face and his eyes burning with a mixture of contempt and desire.
Itโ€™s the first time Iโ€™ve seen anything but pleasant or puzzled interest from him and it has the tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Has ice skating down my spine and a desert taking up residence in my mouth. Because, in that moment, as our eyes lock and his turn impossibly darker, impossibly blacker, I donโ€™t know who he sees. Canโ€™t tell who he wants.
Me or her?
Actress or murderer?
Sentient being or a character he helped create?
Itโ€™s just more fuel to add to the fire of my earlier doubts and in that one tense and electric moment, it comes to me. What the cover shot should be.
What I need it to be.
Marc backs off a little, has his assistant come forward with a trash bag for me to throw away the last of the berries and the gloves Iโ€™ve been wearing. As she pauses to tie up the bag in front of me, I ask her for a couple wipes.
She quickly returns with a box of baby wipes and I smile my thanks even as Marc instructs me back against the mirror for what he calls โ€œthe last series of shots.โ€
I do as he instructs, but as heโ€™s fiddling with the lighting, I turn toward the mirror and swipe the wipe over the right half of my face.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ my makeup artist squawks as he comes racing across the room at me.
โ€œTrust me, Dalton,โ€ I tell him as I continue to scrub.
โ€œStop doing that!โ€ he orders as he grabs on to the end of the wipe and actually tries to wrestle it away from me.
โ€œJust wait,โ€ I instruct, refusing to let go no matter how hard he tugs.
โ€œButโ€”โ€
โ€œWhat are you up to, Veronica?โ€ Marc asks. He sounds more intrigued than annoyed.
โ€œIโ€™ll show you,โ€ I tell him, pushing gently at Daltonโ€™s hand until he finally lets go with a whimper.
And then, with the whole roomโ€”including Ianโ€”watching me intently, I wipe the entire half side of my face clean of any and all makeup. I do it carefully, making sure that the line that runs down the center of my face is exact so that both sides are completely symmetrical.
When Iโ€™m done, I reach up and take off my right earring and hand it to Dalton who still looks slightly shell-shocked. Then I step back and stare at this new reflection of myself in the mirror.
Half me at my most natural, half her at her most armored, itโ€™s a devastating look. Made even more so by the elaborate fifties makeup Dalton has me inโ€”all red lips and thick black liner and long, long lashes.
There is a difference, I tell myself fiercely as I study myself. I am not her. I will never be her, no matter what it felt like four months ago.
In the background Iโ€™m aware of Marc cursing softly, of him snapping picture after picture. I donโ€™t turn around, instead continuing to give him my back so that he gets both me and my reflection in each shot.
โ€œTurn around,โ€ he breathes after heโ€™s taken at least three dozen pictures.
Reluctantly, I do as he requests, then follow his impatient gesture for me to move away from the mirror. I step forward and then the camera starts again, clicking away to get the shot from this angle as well.
At that moment, Ian moves and I make the mistake of glancing his way. Our gazes lock and heat slams through me at the look heโ€™s giving me, has my eyes widening and my lips parting on a gasp as I struggle to draw air into lungs that have abruptly forgotten how to work.
โ€œFuck,โ€ Marc breathes from where heโ€™s narrowing in on my face. โ€œThatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the money shot.โ€
I drag my eyes away from Ian, but itโ€™s too late. For the first time in a very, very long time, I feel vulnerable. And I hate every second of it.

Tracy WolffAbout the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget whereโ€”and sometimes whoโ€”she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short storyโ€”something with a rainbow and a princeโ€”and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten sheโ€™d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew sheโ€™d found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from sweet contemporary to erotica, from paranormal to Urban Fantasy and from young adult to new adult.

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