Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Butterfly in Frost by Sylvia Day Blog Tour


From #1 New York Times bestselling phenomenon Sylvia Day comes a hotly anticipated and passionate new love story.

Once, I would never have imagined myself here. But I’m settled now. In a place I love, in a home I renovated, spending time with new friends I adore, and working a job that fulfills me. I am reconciling the past and laying the groundwork for the future.

Then Garrett Frost moves in next door.

He’s obstinate and too bold, a raging force of nature that disrupts the careful order of my life. I recognize the ghosts that haunt him, the torment driving him. Garrett would be risky in any form, but wounded, he’s far more dangerous. I fear I’m too fragile for the storm raging inside him, too delicate to withstand the pain that buffets him. But he’s too determined… and too tempting.

And sometimes hope soars above even the iciest desolation.

Emotional and heartrending, Butterfly in Frost marks a brilliant return by global sensation Sylvia Day, the #1 international multimillion bestselling author of the Crossfire saga.

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Roxy bounces on her feet with excitement. “Les and Marge sold their house.”

I blink. “I didn’t know they were selling.”

She laughs and heads toward the front door. “That’s the thing. They weren’t.”

“Wait, what?” I hurry after her as she steps outside.

I look to the right at my home, a lovingly restored butterfly-roofed midcentury, then on to the traditional house just beyond it that belongs—belonged—to Les and Marge. Including Roxy’s, all three of our homes have unique lots set between the homes that line the street and the Sound, affording us unhindered views of the water as well as exceptional privacy—all within a twenty-minute drive of the airport.

Roxy shortens the length of her stride to allow me to catch up, then glances over at me. “The day after you flew to New York, a Range Rover pulled into their driveway, and the guy inside offered them cash to close—and move out—in fourteen days.”

My step falters, and Minnie gets momentarily tangled in her leash. The dog shoots me what I would describe as an irritated look, then keeps trotting forward. “That’s crazy.”

“Isn’t it? Les wouldn’t say how much the offer was, but I’m thinking it was huge.”

We march up the inclined driveway, my head tilted back to take in the houses scaling the hillside. Designed with big windows to maximize the view, the homes have a look of wide-eyed wonder. Our little stretch of the Sound used to be a secret, but with the housing boom taking over Seattle and Tacoma, we’ve been discovered. Many residences are undergoing major renovation to suit the tastes of new owners.

Reaching the road, we turn left. To the right is a dead end.

“Well, if they’re happy,” I say, “I’m happy for them.”

“They’re overwhelmed. It was a lot to happen all at once, but I think they’re happy with their decision.” Roxanne stops when Bella does, and we wait as the two dogs mark one of their usual spots on the gravel edging the asphalt. There are no curbs on the streets in our neighborhood and no sidewalks. Just beautiful lawns and a profusion of flowering shrubs.

“We all tried prying information out of them,” she goes on, “but they weren’t sharing anything about the sale.” She gives me a sidelong glance. “But they did share a bit about the buyer.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because Mike and I both think the buyer is someone famous. A film director maybe. Or an artist. Can you imagine? First Emily, a bestselling author. Then you, a reality-TV surgeon. Now this guy! Maybe we’re sitting on the new Malibu—beachside living without wildfires or state income tax!”

The mention of Roxy’s husband, Mike, coaxes an inner smile. A New York transplant like me, he adds a welcome touch of the life I left behind to the reality I’ve since created for myself—a reality that’s just been rocked by the loss of neighbors I like.

“What are the clues you’re working with?” I ask, deciding to play along. If I’ve learned anything the past year, it’s to accept the things I cannot change. A tough task for a control freak like me.

“Les pointed out to this guy that he hadn’t even seen the inside of the house. The guy said he didn’t need to. He knew already that ‘the light is perfect.’ I mean, who would say that? Gotta be someone who’s in visual arts, right?”

“Maybe,” I agree tentatively, disquieted by the unexpected conversation. The road rises sharply before us, the incline steep enough to put a little burn in my thighs. “Doesn’t mean he’s famous, though.”

“That’s the thing.” Her words carry a note of breathlessness. “Les wouldn’t give numbers, but he did say it was crazy the guy didn’t just buy that huge compound at the end of the street. That house is listed for three and a half million!”

My mind staggers at the thought. Les and Marge have—had—a beautiful home, but it’s not worth anywhere near that much.

“I think I saw the buyer once through that big arched window in the living room,” Roxy goes on. “The blonde with him was a looker. Supermodel skinny with legs for days.”

I’m panting when we reach the top; Roxy, who hits a gym most days of the week, is not.

A quarter mile farther, there’s a street to the right leading to Dash Point. Beyond that and straight ahead, the road slopes back down and around until it’s at water level. Redondo Beach is there, as is Salty’s, a restaurant on stilts in the water with expansive views of Poverty Bay and beyond. I’m about to wax poetic about Salty’s seafood chowder when a runner dashes around the corner at a full sprint. His sudden appearance rattles me. A closer look makes me freeze midstride. My breath locks in my lungs.

There are too many things to register at once, so my mind attempts to absorb the whole man. Dressed only in black shorts and shoes, he is a visual feast of deeply tanned skin, intricate sleeves of tattooed art, and sweat-slicked, flexing musculature.

And his face. Sculpted. Square-jawed. Brutally, breathlessly handsome.

Roxy, now a few feet in front of me, gives a low whistle. “Hot damn.”






Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Ruthie – ☆☆☆☆☆
I am reluctant to say anything about this book, other than you must read it – and I would suggest that you do it before someone’s review tells you too much.

Two people drawn to each other in such a strong way, yet clearly both so damaged, makes for an abrupt introduction to them, but you absolutely need to have faith and read right to the end.

It works. I plan on reading it again in the next few days and adding it to my reread list.


Veronica – ☆☆☆☆
Garrett moves in next door to Teagan at a time in her life when she is dealing with depression. We quickly learn that Garrett is dealing with his own heartbreaking loss. From their first meeting, the chemistry between Garrett and Teagan is strong. Knowing how Teagan is struggling with life, I wanted her to grab a hold of Garrett and just enjoy herself as much as possible for however long she could.

The description in this story is beautiful. And not just the words used to describe the stunning location and views from their homes, but things like the food, Garrett’s paintings, the erotic images of the couple’s physical relationship. This book is luscious.

Butterfly in Frost is wonderful story of love and it is one you will want to re-read as soon as you finish it so you can experience it again.


Sarah – ☆☆☆☆
3.5 stars

This story is a whirlwind of love at first sight attraction complicated by two damaged characters, both wary of risking their hearts again. This is angsty, passionate romance writing that slips into melodrama more often than not. Both Garrett and Teagan are emotional and somewhat irrational from the start. Difficult past experiences mak
es Teagan cautious but she can’t deny the attraction that simmers between her and Garrett from the start.

The melodramatic writing style is something readers will love or hate. Fans of Ella Frank or JR Ward might love the overwriting and the brooding, reflective characters but it wasn’t a perfect fit for me. I found the flowery, angsty bedroom scenes almost more comical than sexy and I had to roll my eyes at some of the more impassioned dialogue
.

While the heightened emotions and the charm fit artist Garrett, Teagan is supposed to be a scientist and the angst doesn’t always fit her character. I’m not sure I really came to like Teagan and I’m also not sure I was supposed to. She’s a closed book. Her relationship with Roxy is light and superficial but as she doesn’t really share anything of herself with Roxy or Garrett, it is hard to feel anything for her. As a reality TV star, Teagan’s materialism and name-dropping make sense but I wanted to believe she was more than just superficially pleasant and attractive.

Garrett is also something of an enigma – though he is less closed off than Teagan. His initial full
-on flirtation with Teagan is slightly frightening and the way he kinda forces himself into her life felt a little off to me. He’s beautiful and charming but from the start, I felt there was something of Jayne Eyre’s Mr. Rochester about him – all charm, secrets, and the ex wife he doesn’t mention. He’s more relatable as he starts to open up but his actions and emotions are really extreme at times.

The pace of this story is a whirlwind. Immediate attraction quickly becomes instalove and I found the speed and force of Garrett’s dramatic confessions of commitment a little terrifying. There’s a jarring revelation at the very end which changes the whole style, tone
, and genre of the story and it didn’t quite work for me. Again, without spoilers, it is difficult to explain my reaction in more detail.


Mary J – ☆☆☆☆
3 1/2 stars

I'm not sure how I feel about this book. The premise is something I've rarely come across and I'm not sure if it works or not.

There are a lot of questions that are unanswered for me and I would really have liked to know more about Garrett's son. During most of the book, I thought that something had happened to both his son and his wife. When I found out that wasn't the case, I was very surprised.

Teagan is a very complex character and her depression is all too real. You get a feeling that there is something deeper to her angst other than a divorce, but you can't figure out what. Was it her stint on reality TV? Was it being betrayed by the person she loved?

The end is very much a surprise and explains a lot about both characters.

The cameo with Eva Cross was a nice surprise.




Sylvia Day is the #1 New York Times, #1 USA Today, #1 Sunday Times, #1 Der Spiegel, and #1 international bestselling author of over twenty award-winning novels sold in more than forty countries. She is a #1 bestselling author in twenty-eight countries, with tens of millions of copies of her books in print.

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Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of Butterfly in Frost by Sylvia Day to read and review for this tour.

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