Thursday, 26 January 2017

Put Out - Lani Lynn Vale - Release Blitz & Review

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 Put Out is the fifth title in the Kilgore Fire series. Each of these books revolves around one of the paramedics/fire fighters who work for in the town of Kilgore. Put Out is Bowe and Angie's story, although this title can be read as a standalone this pair both appeared in the previous title Controlled Burn. Bowen aka Bowe is unlucky in love, he's a sweet, easy going, genuine guy who is searching for his happy ever after. He's inexplicably drawn to Angie and they have a strong connection. Angie on the other hand is distrustful of men in general. A single mother, she's strong and independent, and used to relying on herself. She's been hurt by men in the past, including her father and daughter's father and doesn't really trust men in general. Their story is full of drama, suspense, angst, intrigue and steam. Put Out is a fast paced read, very entertaining and engaging and it kept me captivated. I read this story in one sitting and didn't want to put it down. It's told in a dual point of view and has twists and turns that just keep coming. The banter between Angie and Bow is sweet, humorous and sometimes downright dirty. I found the characters to be relate-able and endearing. Once again Lani Lynn Vale, hasn't disappointed and I thoroughly recommend Put Out to lovers of the romantic suspense genre.

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.


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.