Thursday, May 17, 2018

#NewRelease #Tour #Reviews BANE by L.J. Shen @jennw23 @lj_shen



Bane, the highly-anticipated next standalone in the Sinners of Saint Series by L.J. Shen is LIVE


Naked surfer. Habitual pothead. A con, a liar, a thief and a fraud.

Last I heard, he was extorting the rich and screwing their wives for a living.

Which is why I’m more than a little surprised to find him at my threshold, looking for my friendship, my services, and most puzzling of all—looking humbled.

Thing is, I’m on a boycott. Literally—I cut boys from my life. Permanently.

Problem is, Bane is not a boy, he is all man, and I’m falling, crashing, drowning in his sweet, perfect lies.

Jesse Carter

Hot as hell, cold as ice.

I wasn’t aware of her existence until a fat, juicy deal landed in my lap.

She’s a part of it, a little plaything to kill some time.

She is collateral, a means to an end, and a side-bonus for striking a deal with her oil tycoon stepdad.

More than anything, Jesse Carter is a tough nut to crack.

Little does she know, I have the f****** teeth for it.


I purposely knew nothing about this story before I went it but what I do know is the cover is seriously hot. I’ve loved all the hot holes but Bane takes the crown.

Bane is an anti hero on paper there is nothing to like about him, he’s a pothead drug dealer who sells his body but trust me none of that will not matter because like me you’ll fall and fall hard. 

Jesse is the star of the book for me, she’s everything I want in a book heroine. A broken young woman afraid of her own shadow however as the story progresses we see the before Jesse and she is feisty and not to be underestimated. 

Aaah this story from the start I knew it was going to break me but I never guessed all the awesomeness that was going to be in the pages. This author is a master at emotional manipulation she writes characters with such depth and intensity and stories that you just can’t put down. 

For me this author just gets better with every new book I read I can’t wait to see what’s next.

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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4 of 5 stars

Bane, Bane, Bane! Or should I say, Roman?!

You are a sight for sore eyes. You are the dirty nasty thoughts running through peoples heads. The sexed up epitome of every filthy dream they have...regardless of gender. You are the dirty little "not so secret" of Todos Santos. But you are even more than the rumors, the truths, and the lies, you are an awakening.

She wasn't living. She wasn't doing much of anything. You forced her to live in the light. You made her open her eyes. You gave her the opportunity to breathe fresh air. You are more than everyone else thinks you are. So tell me, Bane, what are you going to do to get the girl?

Not really a spoiler- HE does what needs to be done. He does it his way. And you will not be disappointed. Watch out for curveballs though because I got beaned and couldn't stop giggling.

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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This one was hard for me. It was talked up so much that it ended up not quite meeting my expectations. I loved the storyline, the twists and turns, the angst, but the pace of the story was really, really slow to me. Most epic couple? No, not for me, but I do like them as a couple. They helped each other evolve into better people and heal from their pasts. Bane was a very interesting person to me. While I understood that he was tough around the edges, had people under his thumb and others offering him favors, the whole protection money thug situation was a bit much. It turned me off because it wasn’t an attractive asshole moment. It was also such a brief thing in the book that it really could’ve been edited out in my opinion. All that aside, I did enjoy the story and glad I read it. I liked how everything unfolded in the end. 

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Bane Then. A liar. A con. A godless thief. My reputation was a big wave that I rode, one that swallowed everyone around me, drowning every attempt to fuck with what’s mine. I’d been known as a stoner, but power was my real drug of choice. Money meant nothing. It was tangible, and therefore easy to lose. See, to me, people were a game. One I’d always known how to win. Move the rooks around. Change the queen when necessary. Guard the king at all fucking times. I was never distracted, never deterred, and never jealous. So, imagine my surprise when I found myself being all three at once. It was a siren with coal black hair who robbed me of riding the biggest wave I’d seen that summer. Of my precious attention. Of my goddamn breath. She glided from the ocean to the beach like nightfall. I crouched down, straddling my surfboard, gawking. Edie and Beck stopped beside me, floating on their boards in my periphery. “This one’s taken by Emery Wallace,” Edie had warned. Thief. “This one’s the hottest masterpiece in town.” Beck had chuckled. Con. “More importantly, she only dates rich bastards.” Liar. I had all the ingredients to pull her in. Her body was a patch of fresh snow. White, fair, like the sun shone through her, never quite soaking in. Her skin defied nature, her ass defied my sanity, but it was the words on her back that made my logic rebel. It wasn’t her curves or the way she swayed her hips like a dangling, poisonous apple that warranted my reaction to her. It was that tattoo I had noticed when she swam close to me earlier, the words trickling down the nape of her neck and back in a straight arrow. My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You Pushkin. I only knew one person who went gaga over the Russian poet, and, like the famous Alexander, he was currently six feet under. My friends began to paddle back to shore. I couldn’t move. It felt like my balls were ten tons heavy. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust, maybe, but even that wasn’t the word I was looking for. No. This girl fucking intrigued me. “What’s her name?” I snatched Beck’s ankle, yanking him back to me. Edie stopped pedaling and looked back, her gaze ping-ponging between us. “Doesn’t matter, bro.” “What’s. Her. Name?” I repeated through a locked jaw. “Dude, she’s, like, way young.” “I will not repeat myself a third time.” Beck’s throat bobbed with a swallow. He knew damn well that I didn’t mess around. If she was legal—it was on. “Jesse Carter.” Jesse Carter was going to be mine before she even knew me. Before I even knew her. Before her life turned upside down and her fate rewrote itself with her blood. So here was the truth that even my lying ass wouldn’t admit later on in our story—I wanted her before. Before she became business. Before the truth caged her in. Before the secrets gushed out. I never did get to surf that day. My surfboard broke. Should have known it was an omen. My heart was going to be next in line. And for a small chick, she did one hell of a fucking job obliterating it.


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About LJ Shen

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat. Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards. She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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