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Title: Hitting Black Ice
Series: Heart and Haven, Book One
Author: Heloise West
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: August 19. 2019
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 75100
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, FBI, double agents, action/suspense, medical profession, action, suspense, theft, gay

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Shawn is on the run from the law and love, to protect himself and anyone else involved. Until he meets Hunter, and he no longer wants to run.

ER physician’s assistant Hunter guards his heart carefully, but that doesn’t stop him from falling for the temp front desk clerk. He keeps his distance from relationships for a good reason but just can’t help himself when it comes to Shawn.

Forced into a hostage situation, buried passions explode in the aftermath, and sex in the supply closet brings both their hearts back to life. But as they explore their relationship, the past catches up with Shawn.

FBI agent Nick Truman has finally found his man, and when Shawn escapes, he focuses his attention on Hunter. Will Shawn sacrifice himself to save Hunter from the man who framed him for murder?





Hitting Black IceHitting Black Ice by Heloise West
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Hunter & Shawn work at the same hospital. They admire one another from afar. After tragedy strikes, they have a moment full of passion. Hunter finds he cannot resist Shawn.

Shawn is on the run. He tried to have the law help him, but what he found out is that he has to help himself. He never wanted to involve Hunter, but resisting him is no possible.

This was kind of a slow burn, with bursts of heat. It had a good mystery, and the pace is steady. I liked the characters and hope to see more of them in this new Heart And Haven series.

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

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Hitting Black Ice
Heloise West © 2019
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Hunter had a crush, a big one.

In the cafeteria late one night on his break at the hospital, he sipped at a coffee and focused on Shawn, the night desk clerk for the ER, sitting a few tables over. With long black hair tied back neatly and eyes of faded denim blue, Shawn had a lean body, his face long and bony. Tonight, he wore a brown turtleneck under a white-and-green-striped button-down. The rolled sleeves revealed muscled forearms dusted with golden hair, as mismatched to the dyed black hair as his pale eyebrows and lashes. A silver skull ring and silver studs in his ears appeared at odds with the lanyard and dangling ID card.

Hunter drank more coffee, barely tasting it. He’d tried to talk himself out of it, but he couldn’t squirm away from the attraction. When he’d walked past the registration desk to the water cooler—again—or hung out there a moment too long with an empty clipboard in his hands, he caught those tiny flicks of interest in Shawn’s eyes. Hunter must have given away his interest, because the nurses smirked at his pretended obliviousness.

He bent to the not-very-engrossing crossword in the newspaper, imagining what tattoo might lie beneath Shawn’s cool demeanor. Maybe gargoyle wings across a broad and muscled back, or a snake wrapped around his thigh. Something more esoteric—a phrase in Latin, like Hunter’s own primum non nocere, or a bit of wisdom in Chinese characters. Or an old-school Aerosmith tat? Hunter glanced up from filling in the little squares with black ink blocks. He could have sworn Shawn hurriedly dropped his attention down to the paperback in his hands. He turned the page and shot a second glance at Hunter. Gazes locked and jumped away.


Heat rushed through Hunter all at once and climbed up to his face. Too aware of the black-haired man with biceps to die for and long legs to—well, never mind. Taking a boner back to the ER was not a good idea.

He had touched those biceps once when he gave Shawn a flu shot back in the fall. Shawn had taken the needle without a flinch.

Shawn stood with his tray in hand and walked toward the trash container behind Hunter. The back of his neck prickled as if Shawn breathed on the little hairs there. Hunter picked up his coffee cup once more but tasted only the dregs.

Good thing he’d decided to become a physician’s assistant and not an actor. He didn’t talk to Shawn unless he had to, the worst giveaway of all. No shy bones in his body, yet he feared conversation led to more conversation, to flirting, and the next thing he knew, they’d be going on a date, Hunter falling head over heels, and then the asshole—

Stop. You know how the story ends.

Behind him, Shawn cleared his throat. Hunter didn’t turn around. Shawn returned to his seat, picked up the paperback, and slumped down into the chair with a scowl.

Marisa slipped into the seat across the table from Hunter, and he smiled.

“I’m onto you,” she whispered.

“Uh-huh.” Hunter moved his body slightly so he could still see Shawn around her.

“You’ve been taking late lunch for three weeks now. I know why—or who.” She smiled, a small Hispanic woman with curly chestnut hair framing her heart-shaped face and hazel eyes. If Hunter weren’t himself, and she weren’t married, he thought he’d be with her. Her lips always gleamed with gloss, and her eyes snapped with fire when she got pissy. He loved it, most days, even when she aimed for him.

She leaned toward him. “Shawn, right?” Her eyes took on a warning snap now and dared him to contradict her.

“I don’t even know if he’s gay.” Which wasn’t true, but he knew better than to deny it to her face.

She sipped at her coffee with her gaze on him. Her mouth left lipstick smiles on the rim of the cup. “There’s something different about this one. And he’s lovely to look at.”

“Lovely.” Hunter snorted. Dead sexy Shawn. Hunter spied him out at the clubs twice now but avoided him there too. Shawn undulated like liquid fire across the dance floor.

“Talk to him, honey.”

“Please. Don’t.” He must have spoken louder than he meant to. Shawn glanced at them and away again.

“You’re letting Jerry’s death run your life.”

Hunter slapped the magazine down. “I’m too sober for this conversation.”

“It’s like he’s locked your heart away.”

Mindful of the potential audience, he lowered his voice. “You’re jumping way ahead here.”

She shook her head. “I know you. You have so much love to give, and I hate to see you suffer.”

Her probing questions about Hunter’s past, family, present situation were all familiar ground. Friendship he could manage; he recognized it when it was offered to him. He’d been out since he was nine. Always been out was what he told people. She was one of the few friends to whom he could confide nearly everything. Jerry’s addictions had killed him, but his family and friends blamed Hunter, and on a deeper emotional level, he blamed himself too. Marisa knew this, and it worried her. She wanted him to find love and move on, be part of a couple. She knew, but she didn’t understand.

He wasn’t abstinent now, not at twenty-five, and never got involved with anyone beyond one- and two-night stands. Hunter didn’t want to take responsibility for another heart.

When the tide of emotion and memory washed through him and left him able to speak again, he said, “I’m not suffering here.” He kept much of the darkness at bay with whiskey and anonymous sex. Who needed Prozac with a warm, muscled body in the bed?

“Stagnating,” Marisa said.

“Maintaining.” It had been a far prettier day in May, eight months ago now, when he walked out of the ER at Boston General to Jerry waiting for him in the parking lot with a gun.

“Ask him out on a date. An old-fashioned date where, at the end of the night, you kiss him good night.”


“Don’t get angry.” She patted his hand.

He whipped it away. “Too late.”

Marisa sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. Toni, Anna, and I are going to Twisters tonight. I’ll buy you a drink.”

Hunter gathered up his tray. He liked the ER crowd. They always had fun when they got together in off-work hours, and he agreed to meet her at Twisters before hitting the clubs.

When his shift was over early in the morning, he drove back to his apartment and crawled into bed as the day glowed behind the blackout curtains. The end of the week had left him exhausted, and his sleep was blessedly dreamless.




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Meet the Author:


Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance. She travels and gardens with her partner of fifteen years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine. Find Heloise on Facebook.




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review 2019-08-20 06:54
Hitting Black Ice - Heloise West

Hunter & Shawn work at the same hospital.  They admire one another from afar.  After tragedy strikes, they have a moment full of passion.  Hunter finds he cannot resist Shawn.


Shawn is on the run.  He tried to have the law help him, but what he found out is that he has to help himself.  He never wanted to involve Hunter, but resisting him is no possible.


This was kind of a slow burn, with bursts of heat.  It had a good mystery, and the pace is steady.  I liked the characters and hope to see more of them in this new Heart And Haven series.  I give this a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!



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

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review 2016-09-12 00:00
Hitting Black Ice
Hitting Black Ice - Heloise West A free copy of the book was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.

2.5 stars

The writing came off a bit funky to me. There were errors and I think it needed another round of editing. It was really throwing me off.

Shawn (Alex) and Hunter were not stellar/upstanding characters and I was extremely turned off by both when they admitted they wouldn't mind sleeping with each other even if they were in a relationship with someone else.

The story behind why Shawn was running was interesting and was probably what kept me reading. Besides wanting to know how things turned out for Shawn and Hunter. The issues leading up to the two having another chance was a little vexing.
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review 2015-07-18 18:16
I'm just not quite sure about this one...
Hitting Black Ice - Heloise West

I don't think I've ever had a book leave me feeling quite so confused about whether I liked it or not. I know I didn't hate it and it was not even close to being the worst book I've ever read or the best for that matter. Actually for me the title explains it quite well. It was like hitting a patch of black ice and from there I just fishtailed my way through the story.


There was a lot that I really liked about this book. I liked the overall plot it was excellent and I liked Hunter. He had some serious emotional baggage going on and that's ok because let's face it, most people do to some degree. I liked that while Hunter did have said emotional baggage it was balanced with a loving family and some awesome friends. Then we have Shawn/Alex not so much on the emotional baggage which was nice. For Shawn/Alex it was a case of being in the wrong place at the right time or is that the right place at the wrong time...oh well, whatever it wasn't good for him to be there but unfortunately he was and it screwed up his life big time.


I can't really decide if these two men have the worst luck or the most incredible luck I've ever read about. On the one hand I'm pretty sure that by the end of the book given everything that happened to them at least one or both of them should have been seriously injured or worse but no they both survived, not totally unscathed mind you,  being shot at numerous times, kidnapped, hunted by criminals (of the serious badass drug cartel kind) and lawmen alike, this one was sketchy to say the least because it was questionable as to who the good guys really were, as well there were traffic accidents involving multiple cars and I'm sure there was more but you get the picture, right?

Add to all of this Truman. Truman was very central to this story and he was epically a person that you love to hate. By the end of the book I was kind of wishing Truman would just die in a fire. I'm pretty sure that the ending was suppose to give him some kind of redemption and I'm sure for some it did...but, honestly for me...nope, just die in a fire Truman, ok? Thanks. (Just let me clarify here I did like that the author gave me this character who I was so easily able to direct my rage at, honestly the guy was just a bag of dicks).


Oh yeah, the dogs there are dogs. Huskies beautiful big fluffy huskies and really who doesn't like dogs? I actually wish the dogs could have had a larger part in the story but still they were there.


So all in all it was a busy book but there's no way I can say I didn't like it or enjoy it. I truly don't stay up until 3 a.m. to read a book that I don't like. Honest even on a bad day I don't dislike myself that much.


So that's it 3.5 slippery, fishtailing on black ice stars for this one. Rounded up because it's black ice and when you hit black ice you slide forward not straight forward but still forward.

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