Review: Beneath The Burn by Pam Godwin *Giveaway*

Wednesday, August 14, 2013





Beneath The Burn
By Pam Godwin
Rating: Whole Bottle of Wine

Blurb:
They meet by chance. The timing is wrong.

Three years later, she finds him again, but their separation was poisoned with narcotics and bloodied by enslavement.


Her freedom gambled away, Charlee Grosky escapes the international businessman who held her captive. But his power reaches beyond her protective barriers and threatens everyone she has come to love.


Jay Mayard wears his tortured secrets under his rock god facade. Drugs are his release, even as he seeks to be the man forged of the steel only she can see.


In a celebrity world filled with paparazzi, groupies, and drugs, Jay and Charlee must face their worst fears. When the battle is over, what will be left...Beneath The Burn.
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Genre: Romantic/Erotic Thriller

Content warning: Includes graphic rape, sex, anal, bondage, and violence. Age 18+ only.


Our Review:
Wow, where do I even start? Beneath The Burn by Pam Godwin rocked my world, put me on my ass, and gave me one of the worst book hangovers ever. Jeebus, this book was amazing! Rating it at five glasses is just not enough. Beneath The Burn is deep, dark, raw, beautiful, disgusting, hilarious, heart stopping suspenseful, and fucking hot as hell! It had me tied in knots and in total emotional upheaval from the very beginning. Pam Godwin is able to maintain that magical balance of the unimaginable and reality to make this book surprisingly perfect.

After a brief encounter late one night, rock star Jay Mayard and local tattoo artist Charlee Grosky are forever changed. While Jay is deeply troubled, he can not even begin to fathom Charlee's disturbing past. The only problem is Charlee's problems are not isolated to her past.

I love a good tormented rock star, and Jay Mayard more than fills those shoes...or shall I say leather pants. He reminds me of a Christian Grey, Kellan Kyle, Brian Sinclair mixture. Needless to say he is all kinds of tortured and delicious. Charlee, oh sweet Charlee. Despite her horrific past, she is strong and loyal. She has a smart mouth and honest tongue. The hilarious banter between the two was priceless and well placed in this emotionally consuming story.

Beneath The Burn is not for the weak at heart, or those looking for a fun Friday night read. As the warning states, this book contains some very graphic scenes. However the  book is complex, well executed, and hauntingly beautiful. The graphic portions never seem forced or unnecessary. They are there to paint a picture for you, not for shock factor.

I can't tell you how much I loved Beneath The Burn. If I could give this 17,000 stars, I would. If I could force everyone of you to read this book, I would. If I could erase it from my memory just to experience it all over again, I would. As it stands, it has already been added back to my TBR list, because  reading it once is just not enough.


About the Author:

Pam Godwin lives in Missouri with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band. Now, she resides in her hometown, earning her living as a portfolio research analyst, and living her yearning as a writer. 

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
Excerpt:
A woman with a white-blonde pixie haircut backed out of the shop and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from gawking. She was slender, but not in a bones-pressing-skin kind of way. She had a figure that could only be toned with good nutrition and rigorous activity. Oh yeah, she was built for stamina.
She locked the door, and turned toward him, tipping back her head.
The bluest eyes he’d ever seen stared up at him. They were ringed with navy and glimmered with silver flecks. They were also wide with...fear? No, that couldn’t be it if her smile were anything to go by. Her beautiful face seemed to swallow up the glow of the streetlamps, the passing headlights, the goddamned moon.
“Hi.” Her smile wavered. “You look lost. Can I help?”
Oh Christ, her voice. It was the complete package, like the full-bodied Fsus2 chord humming from the hole in his Martin Acoustic. Gentle, cool, hypnotic—
“You’re lost, right?”
She had no idea. “Just found what I’m looking for.” Smooth, Jay. What the hell was he doing?



1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful review! I'm toasting a whole bottle of wine to you tonight. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing.

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