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Wednesday, March 2, 2016

I was no one’s hero - Talon (Uncompromising #1) by Sybil Bartel

"I must say I liked this a lot, it was actually a bit of a surprise bc I thought ex-military man whore meets damsel in distress is sort of over done BUT this was done in a way it kept me captivated throughout and didn't feel cliche." - Goodreads, Keri


Published: March 1st, 2016


I surf.
I f**k.
I pretend to smile.

Two years ago my life was perfect, until it wasn’t. I scattered my wife’s ashes then walked away from the Marines. I didn’t think I had anything else to lose.

I was wrong.

The blond showed up at my surf shop, beaten and stabbed. I did what I was trained to do—I stitched her up. I didn’t have a clue who she was and I told myself I didn’t care. Until they came looking for her.

I swore I’d take my last breath before I let anyone else hurt her except I didn’t know she was keeping a deadly secret. Now I had two choices, her life or mine.

Marriage and combat taught me the same thing—I was no one’s hero. And I was about to prove it.


She stared at me like she could read my mind. “I used to think your eyes were green. When I first met you, you were wearing an olive-colored shirt. It made your eyes look green.” 

Not many people noticed my eyes were actually a combination of blue and brown. That she’d noticed wasn’t what surprised me. Her remembering the first time we met was. “And now?” 

“They’re half-brown, half-blue. The green, it’s an illusion.” 

“White flowers on a blue background,” I said, describing the pattern of the dress she’d worn that night. 

Her back stiffened in surprise. 

I fingered a strand of her silky blonde hair. “Do you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?” 

“The dress I had on that night,” she said quietly. 

Staring into those complex eyes, I fought to restrain myself. I wanted her small body in my arms and her taste in my mouth. The memory of this morning taunting me, all I could think about was kissing her. “Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. 
She didn’t answer. 

A bar full of women and she’d stood out like a fucking sunrise. Yeah, I’d noticed her. I’d noticed her under Randy’s arm. I’d noticed how she hadn’t looked at any other guy. I’d noticed how nothing in her expression had given away a single emotion, except one thing had stood out above all else. “You were fuckin’ beautiful—and miserable.” 

“Talon.” My name whispered across her lips. 

The air between us snapped and I almost lost my train of thought. All my blood rushing south, my voice low and rough, I gave her the truth, “I saw through you.” 

She grabbed a handful of my shirt and my mouth was on hers. 

I sank my tongue into her heat and fucking lost it. One hand tangled in her hair, the other caught the back of her knee and I wrapped her leg around my waist. Pushing into her, I kissed her. I kissed her to feel. I kissed her to forget. And I kissed her because I was fucking desperate for her.

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About the author:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
But Seriously?
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.

To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.

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Elena said...

sounds like a good read

Jessica Cox said...

This books is already pulling at my heartstrings Can't wait to read it.

Jo-Anne B. said...

I chuckled when I read the 10 things you probably really want to know about Sybil. I can identify with having a new book boyfriend every week.

Penny said...

Looks awesome! Thanks for the post!

Jan Lee said...

I like to read mystery with a strong male character :) I hope I can read it soon ;)

Rebecca said...

This sounds really good! I would give him the chance to prove he wasn't my hero :P

Unknown said...

This looks like a really great read! I love the cover! ;)