T. Torrest Down the Shore 4/21/2015
Livia Chadwick is a photographer by day and a self-proclaimed rock slut by night. Her dating life is a lackluster parade of evasive jerks and her boss is an unrelenting nightmare of a human being. What else can a girl do but rent a beach house with her girlfriends and blow off a little steam every weekend? But hey, she’s from Jersey. Barhopping down the shore all season is sort of mandatory. All is going according to plan… until she meets Jack. Jack Tanner is a contractor-turned-musician in a small-town cover band suddenly thrust into the limelight. He’s already had enough of the rock-and-roll lifestyle, and groupies have never been his thing. Then again… there’s a gorgeous brunette in the audience tonight, checking him out with the most incredible green eyes he’s ever seen. She's looking for a fling. He's looking for forever. It’s gonna be one helluva summer. Set in the summer of 1995, Down the Shore takes the reader on a tour through some of the Jersey shore’s hottest hot spots over one, sleepless, flannel-clad summer. It’s a look back to a time when the music was groundbreaking, the rock clubs were king, and bar bands ruled the world. Read when you're in the mood for: something light, funny, romantic, beachy, and nostalgic. For ages 18+. ***Not recommended for anyone under the age of 18, and/or any readers who are slut-shamers, guido sympathizers, beach haters or anti-music. Other people who should walk away from this book immediately: Readers who have sticks up their butts regarding offensive language, those who don't like detailed sex in their stories, idiots who think "Jersey Shore" has anything to do with actual New Jerseyans, and anyone who can't appreciate pop-culture from the mother-effing nineties.***
Review by: Heather
Throw on a flannel shirt, grab your favorite 90's playlist, put on an old episode of Blossom and be prepared for a trip back to the 90s in Down The Shore. As someone who was 19 in '95 and spent my childhood, teen years and even adulthood summers at the Jersey shore this book really took me back to some of the best memories of my twenties. The beach, the bars, the vinegar fries and of course the boys!
Down the Shore follows Liv, a music lover/groupie and her group of friends as they spend their summer at a beach house at the jersey shore. Liv doesn't do relationships she just has meaningless sex usually with rockstars. When Liv and her twin sister Vix meet theirs guy friends at a bar to see band play, the lead singer, Jack Tanner catches Liv attention and the attraction is mutual. However, her normal lust them and leave them doesn't work with Jack. Done with the meaningless and craving something meaningful Jack turns Liv down and offers her an arrangement that she just can't refuse.
Follow Liv, Jack and their friends as their experience a summer of lust, love, heartache, drunken nights and a lot of laughs.
Down the Shore is why I love to read. It was filled with everything I love in a book. A dirty talking alpha, a imperfect heroine and a cast of secondary characters that I just adored. The store itself is just a beautiful, funny story of love, loss and second chances in a sense.
The is the first book I have ever read by T. Torrest and I am an immediate fan. I was only 20% in and I one clicked her Remember When boxed set. The writing is flawless and I really did feel like I was back in that time, down the shore with these characters feeling what they were feeling, laughing out load and the descriptions in this book were amazing I swear I could feel the humidity and smell the Ocean.
I highly recommend this book to anyone who has had a summer love! It was truly a wonderful journey I didn't want to end. I give this 5-I want to be down the shore right now- stars!
Review by: Sam
When I saw the sign up for this book, I was so intrigued. This book is set in 1995, so even though I was only 9 years old at the time, I wanted to experience and feel everything this book had to offer because to me, it is something completely different to what I have read!
Let me tell you this.......I WAS ABSOLUTELY BLOWN AWAY by how fantastic this book really is!!!!
T. Torrest has delivered one of my favourite books of all time!!! FACT!
Livia Chadwick lives life to the full! She spends her days doing something she adores....Photography! And her nights, weekends and holidays chasing rock stars showing those who she encounters a VERY.GOOD.TIME!! She is surrounded by wonderful friends and family who also share her love of living life and music! Being surrounded by the music scene her whole life because of her Father, she really knows her stuff!
One evening, she joins friends at a bar to hear a band called "THUNDERJUG" (the meaning behind this name made me laugh my ass off) and this is where MR.JACK.SWEET.MARY.MOTHER.OF.JESUS.TANNER enters the story! He is sexual, he is funny, he is what women want, he is looking for serious, he is sick to death of groupies and random ho's wanting to jump him! So when he spots Livia out in the crowd, and immediately feels that CONNECTION when they start talking....she has him hook, line and sinker. However, Livia wants to show him what she thinks she does best.... that is just a good time and thanking the amazing musician with sexual favours!
As the story continues, you relax into something truly magical! The music references had me on spotify as soon as I had finished the story, creating a playlist that rocked my socks, the funny scenes.....a serious health hazard!
I am sporting a really bruised ass! I laughed so much, I snorted, choked on my coffee, which came out of my mouth and nose onto the kitchen floor, I slipped on the coffee, landed on my ass and continued laughing!
This book is an absolute breath of fresh air! It made me feel, I loved all of the characters, I got hot and flustered, oh and STEVIE WONDER........HELL TO THE YES!!!! T. Torrest has blessed the bookworld with this absolute DIAMOND read, you will not be disappointed! GO, RIGHT NOW, and ONE-CLICK this amazing read!!!!
5 +++ Stars
Jack's lips purse together, as if he's literally trying to bite his tongue. Instead, his eyelids lower to half-mast as he says, “You’re not so tough, you know. You try to put up this big front, but your act is pretty transparent.” I put a hand to my hip. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m not putting on an act.” “Sure you are. This whole groupie thing you’ve got going on. I’m not buying it.” “I wasn’t trying to sell it.” At that, he cracks a small smile, and it makes me feel more vulnerable than had I been standing there completely naked. You know, kind of like how he almost is. The thing is, I almost don’t mind being called out by him, since most guys don’t bother to scratch beyond the surface. It’s flattering to think that Jack is intrigued enough to try. Because honestly? I was full of it when I said I wasn’t acting. I’m sort of impressed that he was able to figure me out so soon. Hell. I haven’t even figured me out yet. Twenty-something is hard. Trying to discover who you are and who you’re going to be. Some people figure it out early, have it all together. And some people go a little off the deep end and wind up with multiple sex partners, trying to shut out the crushing trauma of trying to find their place in the world. That’s why his assessment isn’t necessarily a relief. No one likes having their walls torn down, having their shitty reality thrown in their face. I’m sure the unease is playing out on my face as I bite my lip during our awkward silence. Right now, all I want is to make my escape. “I should bring these down to Monty. He’s going to wonder what’s taking me so long.” He gives me a long, hard look at that, his lip curling into a dangerous smirk. “He can wait. I can’t.” Before I know it, I’m dropping the pans to the floor as he backs me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine. I want to shove him away, but hot damn. He’s fucking way too good at making me fall to pieces. I kiss him back, because really, what the hell else can I be expected to do? I smooth my hands up his torso, feeling the muscles of his chest jumping under my palms. I slip my fingers into his hair and part my lips against his, sweeping my tongue inside, his cool, minty taste invading my senses. His insistent lips slant across my own as his hands pull me closer against his length. Despite my wishes to the contrary, my heart starts beating out of my goddamned chest. It triples in pace when I realize Jack’s is racing, too. He pulls back to take a much needed breath, shooting those mysterious gray eyes into mine. He runs a finger across my bottom lip, lightly brushing it back and forth. “Your mouth,” his aching voice scratches out. “I could lose myself against these lips.” My brain tumbles over itself as he comes back in for another kiss, wondering if this means he’s changed his mind about letting me do all sorts of crazy stuff to his peen. Because I totally will. Just as soon as he lets me.
About T. Torrest:
T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance. Ms. Torrest was a child of the eighties, but has since traded in her Rubik's cube for a laptop and her Catholic school uniform for a comfy pair of yoga pants. She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She's not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person. A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.
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