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review 2019-06-25 23:20
Superfan by Sarina Bowen
Superfan (Brooklyn #3) - Sarina Bowen

This review can also be found at Carole's Random Life in Books.

What a wonderful read! I just had such a good time with this book from beginning to end. I am still fairly new to Sarina Bowen's work but I have absolutely loved each book that I have had the chance to read. I really enjoyed the previous book in this series, Overnight Sensation, so I was really looking forward to this book, especially when I realized that this would be about Silas. I am happy to report that this book lived up to all of my expectations. 

I fell head over heels in love with these characters. Silas is just about as perfect as they come. Sometimes characters that seem perfect annoy be but Silas was amazingly perfect. He was such a good guy who always seemed to know exactly what to say or do. As you would expect from a professional athlete, he was incredibly fit and I really enjoyed the scenes where we got to see him use a little muscle. Silas wasn't afraid to express his feelings and it was very evident how much he treasured Delilah.

Delilah was equally amazing. She hasn't always had the easiest life but she is kind of a big deal now. Delilah is a very well known musician. Despite her fame, she really is a down to earth girl with a very soft heart. She is in a tough spot with her record label but is doing her best to make things work. She actually leads a rather lonely life so it was wonderful to see her relationship with Silas help her connect with others. 

Silas and Delilah just fit with each other. I think that it helped that they knew each other before either of them made it big. Since they both lived in the spotlight, they were able to see past the fame to the person underneath. Their chemistry was off the charts and I loved to see the sparks every time they were together. They were patient with each other and both seemed willing to wait if that was what was needed. It was a lot of fun to watch them fall in love.

I would highly recommend this book to others. I found this to be a wonderful romance between two characters that truly seemed to be made for each other. I can't wait to read more of Sarina Bowen's work!

I received a digital review copy of this book from the author/publicist.

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I loved this! Silas was just wonderful and I loved Delilah just as much.

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review 2019-06-14 06:14
Superfan (Brooklyn #3) - Sarina Bowen

This is book #3, in the Brooklyn Bruisers series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  For reader understanding, and to avoid spoilers, I recommend reading the series in order.


Silas left the only woman who truly interests him behind.  To chase a dream that has become more than a reality.  Now he must find out if there is still a spark.  He has to see her.


Delilah has always wished she had that night with Silas AKA "Ralph" years ago.  Is it tempting fate to try now?  The heat between them is obvious, but can they get beyond the past and create what could be a future?


This was such an amazing story.  From start to finish I could not put this book down.  Very hot and really good, the characters keep you mesmerized until all of a sudden your at the last page.  Well worth the wait.  I give this a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!



***This early copy was given to me in exchange for an honest review only.

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text 2019-05-28 07:05
Cover Reveal - Superfan











Sometimes lady luck shakes your hand, and sometimes she smacks your face. Sometimes she does both on the same day.


Three years ago I met the most amazing woman. We were both down on our luck. Then I got that call—the one that tells you to get your buns on a plane to go meet your destiny.

But the girl was left behind. I didn’t have her phone number, and she didn’t know my real name.


While I became a professional hockey player, she became a superstar, with platinum records and legions of fans. And a slick, music producer boyfriend who treated her badly.

But fate wasn’t done with us yet. When Delilah turns up at a hockey game, I can’t resist making contact. The internet swoons when I ask her out on a date.


She might not remember me. But her jerkface ex does. He’ll do anything to keep us apart. 


Good thing athletes never give up. This time I’m playing for keeps.




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“Would you like a beer?” the cute bartender asks me.


I glance at the pile of mint leaves on his cutting board and hesitate. “Sure,” I say. But the mint looks so fresh and pretty.


“I could make you something different.”


“Beer is great. A cold…”


“—lager,” he finishes. “No glass, no opener.”


When I look up to flash him a smile, my heart does a little somersault. Those kind eyes are smiling at me, too. “Thank you,” I whisper.


“It’s really no problem.” He turns toward the beer cooler. “You’re an easy customer, trust me.”


But I really meant—thank you for remembering. As he leans down to grab a bottle for me, I find myself admiring the strong muscles in his back. Stop it, I admonish myself. It only gets worse when he turns around and places the bottle in front of me. I’ve never seen hands like his. I didn’t even know wrists could look muscular.


Even so. Ogling him is not why I came here. I pull out my keychain opener and remove the cap from my beer.


He discards it, gives me another pleasant smile and then picks up his paring knife again.


I take a sip, wondering when he’s going to mention my show at the Coconut Club. He was there. I saw him.


He separates some mint leaves from their stems and says nothing.


I last about seventeen seconds. “Well?”


“Well?” He looks up. “Sorry?”


“Jesus lord.” I close my eyes and then open them again. This is not going how I’d hoped it would. “What did you think?


“Of…?” His amazing eyes are studying me.


“Forget I asked.” I take a swig of beer.


“Think about what?” He pushes the cutting board aside, and his smile turns knowing.


“My set at the Coconut Club! I saw you holding up that wall in the back. Don’t lie.”


He tips his head back and lets out a sudden laugh. “I’m so busted. I loved your show, but I didn’t expect you to spot me.”


“You loved it so much you weren’t going to say anything?” The sentence sounds crazy to my own ears. I put down the beer. “You know what? Never mind. I’m just being psycho right now. This town is getting into my head.”


“Listen, girly.” He braces both (muscular!) hands on the bar and looks me right in the eye. “I loved it so much that I don’t even know what to say about it. From that moment at the beginning—when you shut that asshole’s maw? To the part where you made a lady cry.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t look away. And I never wanted it to end.”


I give him a slow blink, just trying to take that in. It’s so much more than I was even hoping to hear.


“Shit, Delilah. If that set doesn’t win you whatever contract you’re looking for, they don’t even deserve you.”


Something warm and unfamiliar settles into the center of my belly. “That might be the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. Which only means you’re still trying to get my phone number.”


He laughs immediately. “Can’t both things be true? Both my musical assessment and my interest in your evening plans?”


“Because you know so much about music.” I flip my hair and take another sip of beer.


“Look. I don’t know shit about music. But I know plenty about talent.” He leans down on a set of forearms I shouldn’t be noticing. “I know that talent sometimes takes a nap at just the wrong moment, but it never stays asleep for long. I also know that luck matters, too. If they don’t give you what you want, it won’t be your fucking fault.”


“Thank you,” I say quietly.


But he’s not done. “I saw something else valuable the other night. You’re good in the clinch. And that counts for double, I swear to God.”


“The clinch?”


“Yeah. You’re not just good at practice.” He pauses, wrinkling up his interesting nose.


“What word would a musician use? Okay—you’re not a rehearsal musician. That stage was like your home. Either that or you fake it really well. That’s going to pay your rent someday, I promise.”


“Wow.” It’s like he looked right into my terrified little soul and found the very thing I needed to hear. Those beautiful eyes of his are practically burning me right now, so I have to look away. “Thank you. Really. I really needed that pep talk.”


I make the mistake of looking up at him again, and, for a split second, I see pure yearning. It’s like our souls vibrate at exactly the same frequency. And I have no idea what to do with that.





Sarina Bowen is the USA Today bestselling author of 30 books, including: the True Northseries, co-author of Him/Us and the WAGs series with Elle Kennedy, The Ivy Yearsseries and the Brooklyn BruisersAnd more!

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