Review – Shine On by Aden Lowe 

5 out of 5 stars

 Aden, I just have one thing to say!  I NEED MORE!!!!  This story will never be enough. I admit I struggled a little with getting used to the hillbilly slang but please, whatever you do do not give up on this book!  You will regret it This story turned out to be the sweetest love story from Aden. I loved absolutely everything about it and it makes me want to run and find my own Zeb. 
Humor, wit, sweetness, danger ; these are all present and accounted for. What more could you ask for in a good romance. It makes you think maybe there are still some amazing sincere guys left in this world. A man that will put himself directly in harms way for a complete stranger is all you could ever hope for. I really want more of this series pronto. 

 Cover Design by Ashley Wheels

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Family and tradition. 
That’s my life. 
But now, it’s all going to shit. My baby brother brings home big-city trouble. My sister brings home a big-city firebrand IN big trouble, who turns my world upside down and inside out. 
She makes me wish for things I can’t have, but I’ll be damned if I give anybody the power to hurt me like that again. 
Besides, I have to focus. Keep the family and tradition alive. 
Trouble is, I can’t get away from her scent. The sound of her voice. What the thought of her does to me.

When a nightmare comes to my life, my best friend rescues me and takes me home to her old-fashioned family. 
It’s like stepping into a different world, but her older brother almost makes it better. Then he turns into an arrogant ass of a caveman. 
If I didn’t desperately need the help, I would leave. 
No, I would not miss the infuriating things Zeb says and does. 
Not one bit. 
Even if he is hot, in a primitive sort of way. 
He confuses me, going from concerned and sweet, to hot, to cold as ice.
I can’t get involved anyway—not with the wounds of the last time literally still healing—and he’s busy trying to hold onto a dying way of life.

Add to TBR :

“Let me help.” Startled, she stiffened, then let her arms go around my neck. “I’m Zeb, by the way.” Her unruly hair tickled my neck and chest, reminding me I hadn’t bothered with a shirt.

“Gabriella. I’m okay to walk.”

“And I’m okay to carry you.”

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