I got burned with this book and I loved it. ~ R.D. Cole
Tiffany Aleman’s new stand-alone Smoldering is just that! HOT! The connection between Riley and Kelsey is explosive. Smoldering is a story about letting your heart lead you to happiness. I couldn’t put it down. ~ Kaylee Ryan
A girl searching for herself, a slimy politician and a hot military man all collide in this fantastic debut romance by Tiffany Aleman. ~ Ilsa Madden- Mills, Amazon Bestselling Author
Money ~ power ~ fame
Growing up in the arms of one of the wealthiest families in America, I lived a champagne lifestyle and never wanted for anything.
That life came with stipulations…
1. Marry the man I don’t love.
2. Make my parents proud.
I left my Manolos and fancy apartment behind and fled that life to find out who I really was.
Someone unexpected bulldozed my life.
He was the man everyone, including me, wanted, but his future was one I wasn’t sure I wanted to thrust myself back into. And when he chose a career over the family business, his family supported him instead of pushing him away.
My past collided with my future.
I didn’t see it coming. If I had, I would’ve ran far, far away.
Now I’m stuck in the same position I started in two years ago, except this time, it’s not my decision to make.
Loyalty to your family? Loyalty to your own happiness?
Which would you choose?
Smoldering is Tiffany Aleman's debut solo novel and she nailed it. I thought it was a little comical that she was nervous to see what my thoughts were on this novel. I have to say, Tiffany, you did an AMAZING job. I was taken on a journey with Kelsey and I got to see her transform into the woman that she wanted to be.
Kelsey had it all, or at least that is what it appeared to those who were on the outside looking in. Kelsey grew up in a lavish lifestyle, the daughter of a Congressman. Kelsey wasn't living for herself. Every decision she made, was based upon her parent's approval. If she made the right decision, would that make her parents proud, would it make them love her. When Kelsey was being forced to marry a man that she didn't love, Kelsey decided she was going to make a decision that was best for her. Kelsey left the life she knew behind in search of her own happiness. That happiness walked in her life when she was least expecting it.
When Riley Jackson walked into the diner down the road from his work, never did he expect to see what stood before him. Riley is immediately attracted to Kelsey and wants to get to know her. The only problem is, Kelsey really isn't interested in meeting anyone. Riley is never one to back down from a challenge, and his determination to get to know Kelsey fuels his fire. With a little persuasion, Riley is able to convince Kelsey to go out on a date with him.
Kelsey isn't one to divulge her past to anyone. She figures it is in the past, that is where it belongs. She doesn't feel the need to tell Riley about it. It isn't like she is lying to him, she answers what he asks, she may tip toe around it, but she doesn't lie to him. She just doesn't feel the need to taint her new life with her past. However, our pasts are what makes up who we are. We can not hide from it, because it can always come back to rear it's ugly head.
When Kelsey's past is staring her in the eyes, what will she do? Will she finally open up to Riley and trust him with everything? Will she run? Will her past ruin her future? When Kelsey has finally found happiness in herself and the love that she was always wanted, will it be taken away in the blink of an eye? When you love someone, you have to fight for it; will Kelsey fight for Riley's love? Does Kelsey have the strength to fight for it?
"Love is supposed to bring you joy, not pain" ~ KelseyRiley never imagined that one person could destroy him. That person was Kelsey, she was his ruin. When Kelsey's past collided with their future, everything he thought was real, is brought into question. Riley loved Kelsey, she held his heart. She was his future, so he thought, until one night changed it all.
When Tiffany asked me to participate in this blog tour, I wasn't sure what to expect from this book. When I began to read Smoldering, I was like, OMG, I read these two chapters already. I knew she was working on her debut novel, because she sent me the first two chapters about two months ago. I didn't know that Smoldering was the book that I got a sneak peak at. Once I continued reading, I could not put it down. I felt the chemistry between the characters. I understood why Kelsey did what she did, I understood the decisions that she made. I may not have agreed with them, but they were Kelsey's decisions to make.
As I read the book, I continued to turn the page with hesitation, because I was waiting for the floor to fall out from under Riley and Kelsey. I prayed that it wouldn't but I knew it was going to. Love is hard, everyday we have to work on it. There are days that you want to throw in the towel, but then you think of all of the happy times and it makes it all worth while.
There are parts of the book that had me laughing out loud, and then there were parts of the book that had me in tears. I had to take several deep breaths and wipe the tears from my face as I tried to continue to read. I am not one who cries a lot when I read a book, however this book touched my heart. To see both Riley and Kelsey struggle to find their way in life, crushed me. I was screaming internally at both Riley and Kelsey saying, fight for it, do not give up on each other. I wanted to smack both of them for some of the decisions that they made, but we all make mistakes. We can only hope that we can find the strength to know when we made one, and try and fix it.
"He broke me. He burned me. And he left me there smoldering in a pile of ashes." ~ KelseyTiffany, I bow my head to you and I want to give you a huge pat on the back. I absolutely loved Smoldering. I am praying that you will not make it a standalone. I am keeping my fingers crossed that you will continue on with this story and give us more. I was left wanting more. You have so many options on how to continue with these characters.
This review was prepared by Heather. I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.
The past week has been pure hell. After I left his parents’ house, something shifted in our relationship, and it wasn’t for the better. I knew the moment Todd called me his ex-fiancé in front of everyone, things between Riley and I would never be the same. I could feel it deep within my soul. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room and I couldn’t breathe. Now, I’m suffocating.
That was seven days ago.
Seven days that my calls and texts have gone unanswered.
Seven days since I’ve seen him.
I’d like to chalk it up to he’s just busy but I know differently. Sleep has evaded me. My appetite is no longer existent. I stay holed up in my room, only leaving for work. I’m living like a hermit. I’ve become a shell of the person I was a week ago. Jen has exhausted all her efforts to make me feel better, but it’s no use. In a million pieces, I left my heart in a driveway in Alabama and, for the first time in my life, I don’t know how to cope.
After deciding that I’m finished trying to get him to come to me, I make the decision to go to him. In a pair of sweat pants and a ratted T-shirt, I pull myself out of bed, not giving a damn how I look. He needs to see what his avoidance has done to me. I go into the bathroom and what I see in the mirror doesn’t surprise me at all. Bloodshot eyes, the tip of my nose and lips red and swollen, and my hair a mess, at least I look how I feel, like shit. For the first time in days, I brush my teeth and even the fresh feeling doesn’t improve my mood. I pull my hair back in a messy bun and decide that’s as good as it’s going to get.
“Where are you going?” Jen asks cautiously as I pick up my purse off the bookshelf by the couch.
“Out,” I answer in a monotone voice, the same voice she’s heard all week.
“Kelsey, I don’t think that’s a good ide—,” she states, but I don’t let her finish as I walk out the door, promptly shutting it on her response.
As I walk out into the humid summer air that the end of July brings, I make my way to my car. It’s pouring out, which causes me to laugh out sardonically. The irony of the storm brewing above matches the tidal wave of emotions happening within me. Realistically, I know, in the state I’m in, I probably shouldn’t be driving, but I’m to the point that I just don’t give a shit anymore.
I’m not sure how I make it to Riley’s house in one piece. On a normal day, the drive would have taken me thirty minutes without traffic, but in a storm, it should have taken me longer. Magically, I make it there in fifteen. And here I sit, probably looking like a stalker, in the driveway parked behind his car. A silver Mercedes occupies the spot where I normally park. Thunder and lightning collide in the night sky, rattling the windows in my car. Rain pours down in sheets, soaking me to the bone as soon as I step out of my car to make my way up the walkway and stairs until I’m standing at the front entrance.
On the other side of this door is the one person that can make all the hurt I’ve been feeling this past week disappear. Pain pierces straight through my heart at the thought of not seeing him again. I sniffle back the tears that I’ve been crying for days. My hands brace my weight against the doorframe as memories of us assault me. The night at City Market when we danced in the middle of Ellis Square, our first technical date, the Blackhawk, the first time we made love, the first time he told me he loved me. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly willing the memories, the happiest memories I’ve ever known, to stop. Tears mix in with the rain as they both flow down my face. Heaving a deep breath, I push myself upright, square my shoulders, and hold my head up high. If this is it, if what we have is really over, then he better be man enough to tell me to my face. The unknown of what is about to come out of this whole situation scares the shit out of me, but I need to know. Slowly, I raise my fist to knock on the door when it suddenly flies open and what I see makes me want to vomit all over again.
A tall, blonde pulls at the hem of her shirt as she rights herself. My eyes feel like they are about to pop out as my mouth opens and shuts as if I’m about to say something. Smeared lipstick stains her cheeks and I’m not sure who’s more shocked, her or me. When my wide eyes meet hers, it literally feels as if a knife has stabbed me in the stomach. If I thought for one second that this past week showed me what actual pain was, I was dead wrong. My knees feel as if they’re about to give way beneath my weight as I stare at the woman in front of me. She smiles at me and her eyes rake over my body, clearly deciding that I’m no competition for her. I look past her to see Riley sitting on the couch in just his jeans, his head in his hands. A tumbler filled with amber liquid rests in front of him on the coffee table.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I ask through a sob.
The woman looks back at him over her shoulder before turning to look at me. She shrugs her shoulders and says, “Maybe you’ll do the trick. He couldn’t even get it up because he’s so drunk.”
I storm past her, shoving her out of the way, as I make my way to stand directly in front of Riley.
“Hey, bitch, watch it,” she shouts.
When I look at her, she must realize that I’m about to release the hounds of hell in this house because she slowly begins her retreat out the door.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” The menacing tone of my voice scares even me.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, I turn all my anger, hurt, and rage on the only man deserving of my wrath.
“You have something you want to tell me?” I ask. Tears flow freely down my face. There’s no use in trying to conceal them. They just continue to race down my face on their own accord.
He shakes his head from side to side, groaning.
“I asked you a fucking question.”
When he looks up at me, I literally drop to my knees. His eyes are just as bloodshot as mine. The scent of whiskey seeps out of his pores. The evidence of lipstick runs down his neck, across his jaw, and on his lips. My hand flies to my mouth as bile rises in my throat.
“I am so fucking sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head and his eyes holding a vacant stare.
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