Mended Blog Tour by Kim Karr

Synopsis

MUSIC HAS THE POWER TO HEAL ALL…BUT NOT ALL BROKEN HEARTS CAN BE MENDED.

Always in control, Xander Wilde considered life on the road to be a perfect fit for him. But when disaster strikes on the Wilde Ones’ latest tour, fate intervenes…and a newly single Ivy Taylor, the only girl he has ever loved, steps back into his life.

After moving past her painful breakup with Xander years ago, Ivy was poised to become the next big name in pop music…when suddenly she withdrew from the limelight—the same day she announced her engagement to her controlling agent, Damon Wolf.

Xander knows he should keep his distance. But once they’re on the road, he can’t resist pursuing her for a second chance. Yet a jealous Damon can’t let her go—and he’s keeping dangerous secrets that could destroy them all. 

When the three of them come together, everything falls apart. But if Xander and Ivy can hold tight to the bond that connects them, they just might have a chance at reclaiming the powerful love they thought they had lost forever....

My Review

My Rating 

Mended revolves around Rivers brother Xander. You'll remember Xander from Connected and Torn now it's Xanders turn to tell his story and explain why he is the way he is towards love. Xander has only loved one woman Ivy Taylor after hearing about her engagement to Damon Wolf . Xander can't seem to stay away knowing he should. What he didn't expect was an opportunity to be closer to Ivy by Ivy joining him on the road. Can a second chance be what they both need to find love again or will Ivy's fiance break apart the bond that they still share...

This story is about a second chance at love. 

For me don't get me wrong I love River and Dahlia's story but Xander and Ivy's story is my favorite.  The intensity bewteen the two is off the charts hot. What I loved most is the scenes when they were 18 and you got a glimpse of  how much they both loved each other. The road to redemption for Xander is very rocky in the beginning but as Ivy starts to trust Xander and let her guard down things between the two starts to heat up*fans self*. You can't have a love story without some drama and Ivy's fiance Damon surely gives you that and then some. Perfect balance of swoon and drama that will keep you glued to your e-readers and will have you craving for more in the end. 

This is an awesome series that you don't want to miss out on. 

And because I want you to see what im talking about i'm going to drop an excerpt from Mended right....

here 

Last night definitely didn’t go as planned—a visit to the ER, then sleeping in a chair
next to Zane all night on the bus because the steroids he was given freaked him out. It’s
noon and Amy and I are just arriving at the Pelican Hill Resort. Breathless was leaving
right after the show last night so Amy had already planned to ride with us and meet up
with them in Irvine. She invited me to some party being thrown by her band’s label that I
would have rather not gone to but Ellie, the tour manager, insisted we all go for the good
PR.
I’m exhausted and really need some sleep before dealing with the press and
tomorrow night’s show. The paparazzi have been everywhere—by the bus as we exited to
the waiting car in LA, outside the doctor’s office, at the gates of Zane’s father’s house,
and now they’re here in Irvine at the hotel.
To avoid the chaos awaiting us in the lobby, I call Ellie, who is already here, and ask
her to check me in and meet me at the pool bar with the key. Draping my arm around
Amy, we head that way. I’ve been here a few times so I know my way around. Cutting
through the grotto and over to the pool and cabanas, I steer Amy to the right and stop in
my tracks as all the air rushes from my lungs.

My body floods with adrenaline and my gut twists. I don’t even have to do a double
take because I’d know her anywhere. There’s no mistaking her. She’s just so beautiful—
the elegant planes of her face, those high cheekbones, red lipstick, her platinum blonde
hair shorter than it used to be tucked behind her ear, that face of an angel. She looks the
same. No, she looks better. Her skin glistens in the sun and my gaze automatically
follows the shape of her long legs. They look smooth and tan against her white bathing
suit. An ache forms in my chest as I think about running my fingers up them. She’s still
that eighteen-year-old girl I once knew but now she has the body of a woman—lean and
toned and full of curves. When she moves it’s so familiar it doesn’t seem like a day has
passed—and everything I ever felt for her, it’s all still inside me.
My pulse races at the mere sight of her. She’s lounging in the cushioned chair
reading a magazine just outside a cabana. My heart slams harder in my chest when she
sticks her earphones in her ears like she always used to do and it transports me back to
the last time I saw her do the very same thing. We’d skipped school and were at my
grandparents’ house—their pool. She was lying on the lounge chair listening to music
and singing along—her voice so full of soul. I’d moved to sit with her under the guise of
putting lotion of her back. She sat up and smiled that shy smile she didn’t need to have
when she was with me. I squeezed the tube into my hand and after rubbing them together
I slowly applied it to her back kneading my way up and down, touching every inch of her
that I could.
It brings me back to the here and now when she suddenly siits up and looks over at
me. Her eyes pin me in place. She looks at me as if she remembers me for who I was,
what we were, not what I did to her. With my chest pounding, memories of us keep
flashing through my mind. Fighting a smile, I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing—
remembering what we were, what we shared, how we loved.
She quickly breaks our connection when she averts her eyes over to the man handing
her a drink. I suck in a deep breath trying not to feel sick at the sight. He’s nearing fifty,
wearing a terrycloth robe. He’s about my height, dark brown hair, meticulously groomed
facial hair, and not exactly ripped but fit. He’s Damon Wolf, a man I’ve never actually
met but hate all the same. I’ve seen their picture on TV and in magazines. He’s her agent,
her fiancé, and I’m sure he’s the reason she’s not singing anymore. She looks up at him with that same forced smile she used to give people she just
wanted to appease and mouths “thank you.” I have a sudden urge to go over and deck
him when her gaze shifts back to mine and he pulls her chin back to look at him. I can
sense a discomfort between them. We could sense each other’s feelings even when we
weren’t near each other.
Amy’s hand slides down my face and I have to blink a few times before I can hear
what she’s saying. Glancing one last time at Ivy I see that she’s staring at me again. Then
suddenly her mouth forms a scowl and she flicks her attention toward him. Hooking her
arm around his neck, she pulls him down for a kiss and I think I might throw up.
“Are you okay?”
I nod. Not able to say a word.
“Isn’t that Ivy Taylor over there? The girl you used to date in high school?” Amy
asks. There’s an irritated tone to her voice I’m not used to hearing and it makes me
agitated.
 “Yeah, it is,” is all I say. She’s not just a girl I used to date…she’s the only girl I
ever really loved. She’s also the girl whose heart I broke. Seeing her now brings back all
those feelings I blocked, ignored, tucked aside. So many times over the years I wanted to
go after her and tell her the truth—but I never did. Why I don’t know. Then one day it
was too late—she had gotten engaged.
Amy chatters on. “I think that’s Damon Wolf with her. We should go say hi.”
My body goes cold and my face blank at the thought. I straighten and just as I’m
about to say, “No fucking way,” my phone vibrates in my pocket. Squinting at the screen,
I see that it’s my brother. I look over to Amy and motion toward the bar. “Hey, this is
River. I need to take it. I’ll meet you over there in a minute.”
“That’s fine. We can catch up with them later. I’ll go order us a drink.” She smiles
and starts toward the bar.
Turning around to avoid staring at Ivy, I answer the phone. “It took you long enough
to call me back.”
“I was in a meeting and stepped out as soon as I could, so don’t start. What did the
doctor say about Zane?”
“He’s out for the rest of the tour and we’re fucked.” “You sure? You’re back in LA for almost two weeks after tomorrow night right?
Isn’t that enough time for him to heal?”
“Technically yes. But his old man wants him out. The doctor said that he couldn’t be
sure how long the blood that accumulated under his vocal cords had been there but
obviously last night, the amount of ruptured vessels was enough to cause his voice to
change. He advised at least two weeks of rest before another evaluation to see if surgery
is necessary. Zeak wants his son to take a longer period of time off. He’s just afraid that if
Zane keeps singing and it keeps happening, scar tissue will build up and cause his voice
to change forever.”
“Do you blame him?”
“No I don’t,” I tell River and I feel like shit that I have to put him in a position to do
what he didn’t want to do in the first place. But I also know that if I don’t, the band won’t
survive. If I have to cancel this tour—the Wilde Ones are done. So I ask, “Did you talk to
Dahlia?”
He sighs. “Yeah, I did. She’s cool with it, Xander. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”
“You know I’ll do whatever you need me to do, right?”
“Shit why can’t you just be an ass and make it easy for me to say no?”
“Because you have no idea what this means to me.”
“Actually I do, and that’s why I’m going to make it happen. But Xander, remember I
can’t play a twelve string.”
Laughter and relief take hold of me. I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
“Right now I wouldn’t care if you only played the violin,” I joke.
He laughs and I add, “You’ll be here tonight?”
Now he sounds slightly annoyed. “I said I would. We might be a little late so don’t
get your panties in a wad.”
“That’s cool. Thanks for everything. Hey, one more thing.’
“What?”
“Ivy Taylor’s here.”
“No way. Have you talked to her?”
“Fuck no. You know she won’t talk to me. And besides she’s with that asshole.”
“You should talk to her. Tell her the truth.” “What’s that going to do now? She’ll just think I’m lying.”
“You want me to talk to her? I can explain everything.”
“No. I don’t need my little brother to fight my battles. I’ll talk to her if I feel the time
is right. Do you hear me?”
“Whatever you say. Look, I have to run but I want to discuss this later. And
Xander…you don’t know he’s an asshole. Just because Dad said his name once doesn’t
mean shit.”
“Right. Okay, see you tonight,” I say and end the call. My head is spinning knowing
that after all these years I’m actually in the same place she is. I want to talk to her, tell her
everything but what would it matter now anyway. Glancing behind me, I catch another
glimpse of her with him that turns my stomach. He’s such a slime ball. Since his father
was hospitalized and he took over the business, he’s been scooping up labels, tearing
them apart, and rebuilding them with bands he thinks are better fits. My guess is he
picked up Jane’s label—that’s why he’s here. I heard they were having some financial
difficulty and he’s just the kind of bottom feeder that would want to capitalize on not
only being her agent but now also her producer. The sight of him touching Ivy makes my
skin crawl.
Damon Wolf—two of the last words my father ever spoke to me before killing
himself, and I never knew why. Of all the guys in the world Ivy had to end up with him—
why him? I look up and they’re gone. But I’m anything but relieved. Rubbing my chin,
I’m antsy, agitated, pissed as hell, but feel more alive than I have in years.

Now Mended will be released on June 3rd but if you haven't yet read the Connected series then start with the first book Connected. I promise you, you will be worth you while. 

About the Author

I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. 

I wear a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of the family. However, I always find time to read. One of my favorite family outings use to be taking my kids to the bookstore or the library. Today, my oldest child is in college and my twins are juniors so they no longer go with me on these outings. And although I don't need to go to the actual store anymore because I have the greatest device ever invented—a Kindle, I still do. There's nothing like a paperback. So now my four year old and I make dates out of going to the bookstore--it's time I love and cherish.

I like to believe in soulmates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. I love to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart. <3

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