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Book Review / Blog Tour: Sour

Today we have the release day blitz of SOUR by Jennifer Woodhull! Check it out and grab your copy now!

Title: SOUR

Author: Jennifer Woodhull

Genre: Romantic Comedy

About SOUR:

Tall, handsome, and eternally optimistic Noah has dated a string of gorgeous women. His best friend Elle has outlasted them all. Of course, he has no idea she’s been in love with him for years. Why would he? It’s not like she’s going to tell him. After all, she’s short and awkward, and as he’s fond of reminding her, has a sour disposition.

When Elle takes off on her annual ten-day vacation with her family, Noah comes to a startling realization. She’s the woman who is by his side day in and day out, whose office is across the hall, and whose house is around the corner. She has called him on his shit when he gets too cocky, and he has held her in her arms when her heart was broken. Absence must make the heart grow fonder because while she’s in Germany with her parents, he realizes that everything he has ever wanted was right there all along. Now he’s on a mission to make her realize that romance won’t ruin their friendship, but platonic friendship is ruining their relationship.

 

Review by Jennifer Mitchell, Bibliolater

Rating:   🌟🌟🌟🌟

Review:  Jennifer Woodhull has quickly entered my mental list of romance authors who make my heart happy.  I was first introduced to her writing last month when I read the ARC for In Other Words. I simply loved it so much that I gave her an award for Favorite New Author in my May Wrap Up (I made up fake awards last month and it was fun). So when I saw that Jennifer had another book coming, I just had to get a copy on it as well.

Sour is not your typical rom-com. Although Sour begins Elle and Noah’s story the way most friends-to-lovers do (i.e. one or both vying for the other but too scared to cross the line), it becomes so much more with a few unexpected twists and turns along the way.

I really love Elle and Noah together but I also enjoy them apart as two separate individuals. Elle goes on a journey of self discovery. In the beginning, Elle lacks a little confidence due to events in her past. She is not comfortable in her own skin. She doesn’t fully accept herself nor does she know how high she can reach until she is “forced” to do so. I love watching characters develop in stories. I love being able to route for them, to cheer them on, to watch them come into his or her own.

Noah, on the other hand, is a little of the opposite. He is confident and a little cocky. Sans spoilers, when Noah gets kicked off his own proverbial pedestal, his perspective is quite refreshing. A lot, not all, of male characters in romances do not get super emotional but Noah does. He gets raw. He digs down deep to find his mistakes. And in all that rawness, readers will see Noah’s character grow too.

Jennifer Woodhull is quite funny and quite clever. One of my many favorite lines is Noah’s “boner-killer”mantra (can I say that in a review?) ……it includes the mathematical ratio of Pi….3.141459265359! I may be a book blogger but I am also a math nerd. And that mantra was just simply the best.

Another example of Jennifer’s creativity is the ending which revolves around a “citrus situation”. A citrus situation in a book titled, Sour!?!?!?! That is so ridiculously funny and so extremely clever that it made my heart happy and put a huge smile on my face. In fact, the whole book did…It’s funny. It’s pure. It’s emotional. It’s an HEA. If you are looking for a great romantic comedy this summer, read Sour.

 

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Exclusive Excerpt:

I’m beyond excited that this trip will be just me and Noah, instead of a lot of boring people there that we have to pay attention to instead of just hanging out with each other like we prefer.

I try to focus on the workflow I’m supposed to turn in this week for the marketing strategy for the last quarter of the year, but I’m having trouble focusing.

My instant messenger lights up.

Noah: we need things. let’s go shopping tonight.

Me: what sort of things

Noah: you need a new dress for the formal vendor night, and I need…things

Me: what sort of things?

Noah: it’s personal

I grab my phone and text him.

ME: WHAT SORT OF THINGS

NOAH: don’t yell its rude

ME: THEN TELL ME

NOAH: it’s PERSONAL

ME: tell me or I’ll throw away all the gummies u left at my place.

NOAH: u wouldn’t dare

ME: wouldn’t I though?

NOAH: underwear

ME: I’m sorry?

NOAH: underwear. I washed my underwear with a red polo and they’re all pink. every pair.

ME: <tears of joy emoji>

I laugh out loud so hard I snort, and he looks up from his desk, craning his neck to look through my window at me. I stand and walk across the hall to his office, and flop down in the chair across from his desk.

“So, tiger, how pink are we talkin’, here?” I put a finger up to catch the tears under my eyes from laughing so hard, and hope I don’t have an unintentional smoky-eye look from my mascara.

“Pink. Like…pink.” He replies, shaking his head.

“That’s not like you, Noah. You’re the perfect housekeeper. You’re great at laundry. You did such a great job cleaning up my place that I can’t find anything.” I roll my eyes.

When I mention the cleaning job he did in my apartment, his cheeks turn pink. I can’t say I’ve ever seen that happen before. It’s weird. It’s intriguing.

“Oh, well…,” he rubs a broad palm up and down the back of his neck. “I’ve been kinda distracted lately. It was just a stupid mistake.”

“Well, we definitely don’t want you walking around Vegas in pink shorts. What if our rooms are on the same floor? If you pick up some girl, and bring her back, her laughter will probably wake me up.” I fan myself until my laughter subsides.

“I’m not picking up any girls in Vegas,” he says, putting his hands behind his head as he leans back in his chair.

“Oh? I thought you said you were cooling things off with…what was the last one’s name? Is that back on?” I ask, hoping my curiosity sounds light and friendly, though it is definitely neither.

“No, that’s been over for a while. I’m not picking up women in Vegas, though. I’m thinking of trying something different…,” he looks down, then casts his eyes up at me, the pale blue orbs turning dark as they peek up from under thick, dark brows.

“What?! Don’t tell me you’re batting for the other team now. I mean, I’ve had a few gay guys ask me about you, but I always thought for sure you preferred an innie to an outie,” I laugh.

“Um, no. Definitely one-hundred-percent straight, thanks,” then he looks at me and we say in unison, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” Seinfeld. Our mutual love of 90s sitcoms is boundless. It is one of a thousand things that make him perfect.

“So, what then?” I ask, dipping my brows.

“I’m taking a little break from the usual, that’s all. I’m thinking maybe I want to try…I dunno. Something…more.” He shrugs and holds my gaze intensely.

“So…,” I swallow hard, the words catching in my throat. Please, dear God, tell me this isn’t the conversation I’ve dreaded for the past five years. Please, please, don’t let him have found someone he’s serious about.

About the Author:

We all need moments of escape. With all the demands on us day in and day out, we each need something just for ourselves. Perhaps nothing provides a private moment – a brief respite from every day – like escaping into a great story. When you pick up one of my books I hope you find that place that you can escape to. Explore the streets of Paris with new heroines or fly around the world to reclaim your lost love with a favorite hero. Whether it’s the romance that takes your breath away or those climactic encounters that make your pulse race, I hope you find that solitary moment of enjoyment while lost in one of my stories.

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