Thursday, April 19, 2018

Review: Chaser (Dive Bar #3) by Kylie Scott


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Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant. Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue. There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?  

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Review:


Rating: 2 out of 5 stars


For me, Chaser is not a stand-alone book in the Dive bar series. There is too much going on from the previous book and I felt a little lost. What was up with Nelle and Eric's past? Why did they had to go down to that road? Also, what's up with everyone expecting a child? Nelle with Eric, Nelle with her man, Jean with her one night stand. There must be something in the water.  What was up with Nelle? I don't think we ever got an explanation on why she was acting like Eric had peed on her cheerios. From the first 'till the last page she is almost abusive to Eric and I couldn't understand why. That's one of the reasons that made me feel like I had to have read the second book to understand what was going on in this one. 

The story is told entirely from Eric's point of view and that was a bad thing for me since I hated the guy. That man is the definition of a manwhore and I couldn't for the love of what's holly to relate to a person who said that it had been a while since he had hooked up with someone and meant "almost a whole week". And that dude wanted a relationship. I was tired of having that dude think of sex all the time. His smaller head was leading his actions, while he used the big head to avoid Jean.

This story feels more like it was meant to show Jean and Eric's friendship with benefits rather than their romance. I was disappointed on that front. Yes, Eric helped with the baby, but then again so would half of the people in that bar. It was more like Eric and Jean had a one night stand, burned all their chemistry and then found out that they had a baby on the way and had to co-exist. I was not happy with the romance, but I did like the heroine and she saved the book as much as she could. It was too bad that we didn't get her point of view. 

Chaser wasn't the book for me since Eric was chasing around instead of chasing Jean. It's my third book in a row (they ended up been six books in a row) where the couple ends up with a kid from a previous relationship and by that point, I was already tired of that plot. The timing was bad, but with a little twist, I could have been won over. The heroine was good and the hero wasn't. I wouldn't recommend this book and I would suggest to read a book from the Stage dive series. 


             


 I’d been tricked. Betrayed. After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection. Talk about disappointed. “Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped. Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.” “The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .” “Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar. “Are you having trouble with the concept?” “Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.” She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.” “I just . . .” “Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat. Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents. The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.” “Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest. “I am.” And then there was an awkward silence. “Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt. She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem. “Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff. Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.” She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked. Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid. “How old are you?” I asked. “Why do you care?” I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.” “How old are you?” “Nearly thirty.” She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.” Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway. “Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.” Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner. “Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek. “You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.” “You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.” “Anytime.” Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.” “Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.” “I bet.” “Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked. “Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell. “We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.” I frowned. “I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.” One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened. I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.” “My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.” And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.      
kyliescottimageKylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/   FACEBOOK | TWITTER | FACEBOOK FAN GROUP | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS