SUIT by Jettie Woodruff–BLog Tour Review Stop

BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY
SUIT (THE TWIN DUO)
JETTIE WOODRUFF
RELEASE DAY SEPTEMBER 21ST
When my sister, Isabelle showed up, just ahead of a tropical storm, nostalgia and a need to reconnect took us on a ride…directly into the eye of a different kind of disaster. I woke from a coma unaware that I even had a twin and married to a man with two little girls. Although I fell madly in love with children that I didn’t remember, I did’t feel like I belonged with Paxton Pierce. I couldn’t be who he wanted me to be no matter how hard I tried. But things aren’t always as they seem. I fought my own demons, trying not to be the submissive he required me to be, yet I craved it like a drug. I wanted him.
Once upon a time I was an identical twin.
And then I wasn’t.
A  ⭐️⭐️⭐⭐️  Review of Suit by Jettie Woodruff

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“You have everything to suit your needs, and I have you. My slut, to suit mine.”
This book took me on a bit of a roller coaster ride. I am torn, conflicted, by this book and the reaction I had. Now wait…this does not mean I did not like my reaction, I was simply extremely surprised. Although this is a darker story about a women trying to come to terms with finding her memory and learning to reestablish herself in a relationship that feels completely wrong–one in which she struggles with being bound to a man who is controlling and confusing in his reactions and emotions with her, yet somehow attracted to him even though he is often cruel, harsh, and brash– she is also slowly uncovering bits and pieces of a childhood that broke my heart. There is a strong underlying bit of mystery that surrounds this story and keeps the reader hooked!
The entire story centers around an extremely dominate relationship. At first I found myself frustrated and angry that Gabby could live in such a situation, as this goes against the raising my momma gave me. I was irritated that a woman would willingly place herself in a relationship in which she had any control or say. However, once again, Jettie Woodruff was able to weave in bits and pieces to the story that gave clues as to what would drive this kind of a relationship. What I never saw coming? What made me stop and find myself frustrated and conflicted was in my reaction to Paxton Pierce.
I NEVER expected to find myself drawn to someone so controlling, but Paxton drew me in. He hooked me with a side that was buried and protected, and left me seeking reasons for the life style he had chosen, the secrets he himself has buried, and the relationship he had built with Gabby.
Suit kept me on the edge of my seat–it keep me turning pages, asking questions, and hypothesizing the entire time. Event though I felt I was on the right page with my line of thinking, knowing exactly what Jettie was getting ready to reveal, I was suddenly given a bit of whiplash and left asking…what the hell?

So when I say conflicted, I mean I am frustrated I don’t have all the answers, I have a character Jettie has given me that I wanted to hate but now have feelings for and, yet, through all of that, I LOVED this story and found myself holding onto the glimmers of passion that seemed to cross between these two characters. As this was my first introduction to Jettie Woodruff’s work, I can easily say she has found herself another follower. Thank you for playing with my emotions and keeping me on the edge of my seat!

The next time I woke the window revealed darkness. I felt irritated, but wasn’t sure why. Maybe because the neurologist never came like he said he would. Maybe because I hurt. I hurt everywhere. Even my eyes. Maybe the agitation came from seeing him. Why? Why was he there? Why couldn’t he just go away? I gave him a dirty look and hit my
call button.
Paxton nobly walked to my side. “I can help you. What do you need?” I shoved his hand away from mine. With all my might, I tried to move. Just rolling to my side caused excruciating pain. Pain like I had never felt in my life. At least not that I remembered.
My voice raised, yet it was faint. “I want out of this bed, I want to know what’s wrong with me, and I want you to go away. That’s what I need!” Faded words was all that I could muster. It even pained me to raise my voice. My muscles didn’t work, and the ones that did, hurt too much to move.
“Seriously? Tears? Give me a fucking break,” Paxton said, arrogant tone and all. I wanted to tell him off, tell him to go fuck himself. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they never formed in my mouth. The pain wouldn’t let them. “What can we do for you,
Gabriella?” Another new nurse asked. She moved around me, checking vitals and the drip in my I.V. while she spoke.
“I have to pee, and I need something for pain.”
“You have a catheter, but I can give you something for the pain. Tell me where the pain level is, one to ten.”
“Ten, more than ten. Oh, God. Give me something. Please,” I begged. My neck and shoulders hurt every time I moved my head, but I couldn’t help it. I was in unbearable pain, and nothing else was on my mind. I just wanted it to stop. “Where’s the pain, Gabriella?”
“I don’t know. All over. My head, my neck, my back, my leg. It hurts everywhere. And it still feels like I have to pee.”
“Let me get you some Dilaudid. I’ll be right back.”
I squirmed as much as possible while I waited for relief, holding a flat hand over my face. Trying to squeeze the pain from my temples didn’t work at all. It still hurt. “Shhh, I’ve got you. Just relax.” Soft words were whispered into my ear and Paxton’s warm body blanketed my chest. His hands moved around me and he held me close to him. The scent of
“Stop fighting it, Gabriella. You’re only making it worse. You’re okay. I’ve
got you,” he said in a quiet tone while leaving soft kisses around my neck.
It’s stupid, but it did feel like it helped, like maybe some of the pain was
lifted.
Tears slid down both of my eyes and he kissed them away, shushing me with soft words. Confusing emotions flooded my body while I wept in the arms of a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, what to do, nothing. I knew nothing.
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in.
People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I
tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to
throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as
well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy
anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides
writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has
changed after forty, I like the new stuff.
Happy Reading.
Kindle Fire
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