Friday, October 7, 2016

Wed by Wednesday (A Passion in Paradise novella) by Sarah O'Rourke *~*~*~*~* Blog Tour & Review





Wed by Wednesday

What happens when a naive city girl answers a personal ad to marry a bachelor farmer from the hills of Tennessee? Destiny! Read how Orla and Jethro's story started back in the 1960s...and find out exactly how deliciously naughty these two can be!   This insta-love 50,000-word novel is filled with humor, romance, and just enough erotica to keep you coming back for more. Wed by Wednesday is the prequel to Sarah O’Rourke’s Paradise series, and like all of her books, it can be read as a standalone. Free to read with KindleUnlimited subscription! “Listen, chaste kisses are fine for what they are. Quick exchanges of affection. An innocent way to tell somebody they mean something. When you wanna show a woman that she’s what’s lighting the fire in your gut, though… quick and innocent pecks just don’t do the trick. Nah, a man goes dark and dirty for that kind of lesson. He wants his woman wet and hot. And he wants her that way everywhere. Her mouth. Her core. Everywhere.”


I Heart Books Review

Wed by Wednesday (A Passion in Paradise novella) by Sarah O'Rourke
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars:  5

The good ole days... ;)

As I've read all the Passion books, I always look forward to what Orla will do or say. Have you ever wondered what makes her tick? How someone with her experience can be so bold, brash, and brilliantly funny all at the same time... Well, now we get to find out! And now a bit about the story..

After a long day with a sour stomach on the bus, Orla arrives in Paradise to meet her fiance. Smelling bad and looking wrinkled she heads to the local cafe... not quite yet the I don't care cafe ;) to settle her stomach and freshen up. What she learns in the cafe almost has her heading right back to the bus station. Until in walks Jethro, 31 years young - handsome, but stubborn; oh and ornery, horny, and out of sorts as he has just learned his mother ordered him a mail order bride!!

Favorite passages:
- “I think we both know that I haven’t been a kid for quite some time, Mother McKinnon.”“And yet, when you open your mouth lately, all I hear is a spoiled little boy that’s determined to avoid his most important chore,”
- “Both make you pissy as a horny rooster that’s been locked out of the henhouse.”
- “You’ve eaten chicken, right?” he tried to reason with her. “Well, yes.  But never one I knew personally,”
- “You worry about pleasin’ me, and I’ll worry about pleasin’ you. The rest of the world can go to hell,”
- “Birds gotta fly, and cow’s gotta shit, Orla.  On a farm, it’s as natural as breathing for these animals,” Jethro returned... “Well, that was just plain rude!” she declared, feeling mildly traumatized… possibly more from the smell than the actual act itself. “I’ll register your complaint with the head heifer in charge. Until then, your delicate sensibilities will just have to take a backseat to the job at hand.”






 Jethro’s lips kicked up in a sly half-smile at her sudden movement. It was like he knew he was getting to her and he enjoyed that knowledge immensely. “There’s no way you’re not from the city. Nashville or Knoxville, maybe,” he murmured, before shaking his head.   “Nah, I’m bettin’ you came in from Atlanta.”

 “How…how did you know that?” Orla stuttered, her eyebrows furrowing with consternation.   Just what she needed in her life - an intelligent jackass.

“That fancy hair.   Your pretty dress. Those shiny shoes that, if you look, you can see your reflection lookin’ back. And those heels of yours aren’t scuffed, so you’ve been riding, not walking. Your clothes are too wrinkled to be from Nashville or Knoxville, so you’re just rumpled enough to have gotten off the bus from Atlanta,” he surmised, with a know-it-all grin as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah!   You’re city bred from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. And a fussy little lady like you ain’t gonna find what she’s lookin’ for in Paradise.”

“Actually, son…” Jethro’s mother began to hedge, biting her lip as she turned to look up into her son’s face. “She has found just what she’s been missing.”

Biting her lip, Orla winced as Jethro frowned at his step mother. The woman, however, didn’t look overly worried about her son’s imminent reaction and she wondered if things would work out alright after all.

Jethro frowned.   “Mother McKinnon, we don’t have time for…”

“Oh, just rip the bandage off, Lydia,” Nellie ordered, interrupting Jethro as she bustled over to where they all stood together. “Jethro, meet your future wife,” the waitress decreed, flapping a hand at where Orla stood, nose to chest with him. “Take a minute and let this settle in your bones, boy.   Your much beloved step-momma done went and ordered you up a bride for hire.”


Who is Sarah?   Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other.  Between them, they have four children and twenty years of to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers...and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!

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