ARC Review: Put Out by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Put Out

Series: Kilgore Fire Series #5

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: January 26, 2017
Cover Model: Matthew Hosea
Photographer: Furious Fotog

Angie is a survivor. Anything you could throw at her, she could overcome.

After her father left her like a pile of unwanted trash, she began fighting. Fighting to build a life. Fighting to keep her child. Fighting to matter.

She thought she had it all figured out.

Then Bowen Race Tannenbaum walks into her life, turning it into a flurry of confusion, hope, and then ultimately despair. He tore down, brick-by-brick, her carefully constructed world, leaving her heart in tatters and longing for more. Such as a happily ever after, something that wasn’t ever going to happen for her. Not when she couldn’t give him what he wanted. He’d break her, and she couldn’t be put back together a second time.

Bowe wasn’t always so jaded, but when you keep drawing a losing hand, it tends to affect a man. He didn’t mean to lash out so carelessly. But he was so over being told no. He was done being lied to. He was through with being cheated on.

This time, his heart was getting what it wanted. If Angie wasn’t able to see what he was offering, what was right here in front of her, well then, he’d just have to damn well show her.

4.5 Stars

Angie has been through hell and back. She a survivor. She’s felt heartbreak in too many ways. She’s strong, independent and a single mother. Having survived things no people should have to experience, she stands with her head held high, working her butt off, to make a good life for herself and her daughter. I love that she will stand up for herself in anyway she need to. Life handed her a crappy hand and she threw it back. She keeps her heart guarded but a super hot, all alpha fireman has her foundation cracking.
Bowe is the sweetest of men but so unlucky in love. He’s caring by nature. He a firefighter/EMT, constantly putting his own life in danger to save the lives of other. He’s a persistent man, I loved that about him. He’s fun, flirty and so sexy. Several personality traits of Bowe surprised me in such a good way. He did unexpected little things and went out of his way on other. He’s got a heart of gold, the patience of a saint and a wickedly naughty mind. Bowe is swoon worthy.

Lani Lynn Vale’s talent for captivating readers with her weaving of words, transforming them to a story that is enticing, holding an emotional depth that allows the reader to feel with the characters is something to behold. Her style of writing is equine, bold and always leaves this reader more than satisfied at the end. Hard working hot, alpha men, sassy, strong women and charismatic secondary characters make pull readers in and keep them turning the pages.
Put Out is an emotional hot mess, balanced with the perfect amount of angst, drama and suspense. Sexual tension, chemistry and the slow build between Bowe and Angie is spot on, entertaining and very sexy. I really enjoyed Bowe and Angie’s back and forth banter. Well written and emotionally deep, Ms. Vale gives her readers an on the edge of your seat, fast paced and exceptionally hot read. I highly recommend allowing yourself to get lost in PUT OUT.
A copy of this title was provided for review.

“As always an amazing story from Lani Lynn Vale. Her writing always draws me in so that I am fully immersed into her stories.” – 5 Star Review from KinkyGirlsBookObsessions

“It kept me on my toes and had some hot and steamy scenes in too. Loved it!” – 5 Star Review from Hellbenders Book Blog

I headed toward the yelling. The closer I got, the louder it became.

At first I wasn’t sure what it was. Then the closer I got, the more I realized that it was someone cheering. Some sort of competition from the sound of it.

The moment I rounded the corner of the firehouse, I could see what everyone was cheering and yelling about.

The firehouse stood on a large hill or sorts, and the moment I cleared the building, I could see down into the valley below the hill, not far, but far enough that I could see over the men’s heads, straight for the obstacle course below.

Bowe had already started his testing.

Feeling like shit that I’d left him with Elise too long, and he’d had to bring her with him, I automatically started scanning for her, and found her with PD.

Once I saw that she was happy, I moved my gaze back to the course, and was amazed by how fast Bowe was moving.

A man was also running with him, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was Booth.

Booth, I’d heard, held the best time on the course.

And it looked like Bowe was holding his own.

He wasn’t winning, no, but for him being off for so long, I thought he was doing pretty damn good.

Then instead of taking the last flight of stairs with his patient, he jumped over the side, cradling the dummy.

It, of course, wouldn’t work in real life.

Not with someone that was sick or in need of life saving measures.

But it worked for now.

Laughing out loud, I yelled.

“Go, Bowe! Go!” I screamed, cupping my hands around my mouth to project the sound further.

He didn’t hear me over the crowd, but my daughter did.

She turned her head, and immediately started to clap her hands as she realized it was me.

Grinning from ear to ear, I walked towards her, glancing over her shoulder at Bowe as I moved.

I weaved through the throng of men, some firefighters

Bowe had just crossed the finish line, Booth very close at his heels, when I reached Elise.

“Hey there, baby,” I cooed.

She giggled, but didn’t hold her hands out for me, so I chose to let PD hold her for a few more seconds as I turned to the field.

That’s when I saw Bowe.

Shirtless.

Laughing his ass off while he shook Booth’s hand, who, conveniently, was also shirtless.

Both men were wiping sweat out of their faces with their shirts, talking about what I’d guess was the course they’d just run, when Bowe’s eyes lifted and found mine.

I waved, and he grinned, full out.

His beard and sweat slickened hair made him look rough and delicious, and I wanted to freakin’ throw myself at him.

I had a little bit of decorum, though, and managed to give him a small peck on the cheek the moment he arrived at my side.

“When did you get here?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

I started to lean back when he started to lean forward, and his eyes started to dance as he moved with me.

“About two minutes ago,” I giggled when he captured me around the waist and hauled me against him.

“My wife doesn’t kiss me like that when I’m sweaty,” a man from my side whined.

Yes, a grown man with six foot two inches of solid muscle, whined.

I gave him a look, which clearly, he read, causing him to grin.

“The name’s Luke.” He offered me his hand. “And I’m the SWAT team leader.”

I shook his offered hand and dropped it after two pumps, trying in vain to disentangle my body from Bowe’s.

“The problem, old man, is that you give her a choice,” another, a redhead this time, called from somewhere behind me.

“Miller,” someone said. “Mercy would kick your ass if she thought you were not letting her have her way.”

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.