Shattered by You Review

Posted June 26, 2015 by Rory in Blog Tour, Giveaways, Review / 0 Comments

Shattered by You ReviewShattered by You by Nashoda Rose
Series: Tear Asunder #3
Genres: Dark, Erotica, Romance
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What started out as a deal quickly became a friendship that conquered monsters.

I killed, but I escaped hell.

Emotionless. Disconnected. Cold. A mannequin. It’s what I’d become in order to survive the years held in captivity. I was able to endure the abuse and devastating loss as long as I remained detached.

But he wouldn't let me.

Crisis, the bass guitarist in my brother’s rock band, Tear Asunder. He’s cocky, rude, a total man-whore. But the rock star has far more beneath the surface of his inked skin, and he’s determined to make me laugh again.

He made me a "deal", but really, it was blackmail.

His terms were simple. Until his playful honesty became the building blocks to something unexpected. Something strong enough to pull me from the eye of the storm.

Because even though I escaped years of abuse, it didn’t mean I was free.

Also by this author: Tyrant

ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.

Shay’s Review

I just finished Shattered by You and I loved it! This is apart of the Tear Asunder series so to get the full effect, it must be read in order. As you know Crisis is part of the band and Haven is Ream’s sister that he had thought had died. In Ream’s book we find out differently. We finally figure out what Haven had to go through and it’s terrible and horrific.

“We all know the definition of shattered: to break into pieces; to weaken, destroy; to damage, as by breaking or crushing. But my story isn’t about being shattered. Its about surviving the pieces. Its about the strength found within the damaged. Its about love. Love found despite the jagged, tainted edges of who I’d become.”

Jesus, this girl I just love her. I am just so amazed of her storyline. She has so much vulnerability but she is also strong. She is a survivor.

Crisis is the man-whore of the group. No offense, he would be the first to tell you but along the way he has changed.

“But the truth was I was tired of the chicks who didn’t even know my real name. Sue, it was easy pu**y and got me off, but….I glanced over at Haven sliding into the backseat. I’d rather lie in bed and text Haven then fu*k some randon chick.”

Be still my beating heart. I fell in love with him. I didn’t think that he would be a one woman kinda guy. He has a lot of heart and he is so understanding. He is a strong man to want to help Haven with her demons.

They have a lot of hurdles to get through but they have a lot of support. Haven has to let go and push for what she wants even if she doesn’t realize it. She has to give Crisis a chance.

“I was swimming in an ocean of black, unable to find my way back to shore. I didn’t know whether I’d sink to the bottom or if I’d have enough strength to tread water until shore found its way to me. But I had a life jacket. I had Crisis. And If I sank to the bottom, I knew I’d lift back up-to him.”

This story rocked my world. Anything that Nashoda writes, I am so there. Im a big fan and I knew this wouldn’t disappoint. I cannot wait for more!!!


I walked down the hall, pulled the elastic band on my boxers and glanced at my hard throbbing cock. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, buddy.”
“Are you really talking to your cock?”
I let go of the elastic and it snapped hard on my abdomen. Haven wasn’t making coffee; she was coming up the stairs with an armful of clothes. Fuck, she looked hot, long blonde hair messy as if she’d tossed and turned in her sleep, and she had sleepy eyes—adorable.
“Yeah. He’s angry this morning.” I stood right in the middle of the top of the stairs so if she wanted to get by, she’d need to brush up against me. It was childish, but fuck, I was a guy.
Her brows lifted. “Why is he angry?”
I smirked, loving that she was down for a little play. “Placed an ‘out of order’ sign on him.” Her brows drew together and her eyes flicked to my tented boxers.
“Doesn’t look out of order.”
I laughed and couldn’t help myself as I stroked the back of my hand down her cheek. It took her by surprise and she swayed backwards. I grabbed her arm before she toppled down the stairs and pulled her up onto the landing next to me.
A white piece of clothing slipped from the pile she was holding and fell at her feet. I smirked when I realized what it was, and took great pleasure in helping her out since there was no way she could bend over and get it without everything falling from her grasp.
I let her go and crouched, picking up the white lace panties. I held them out and her nose twitched like a rabbit sensing danger. “I like white. Prefer pink though, for future notice. And lace I love.”
She was trapped because if she snatched them from my hand, she’d drop the clothes and if she didn’t then . . . I curled them up in my palm.
“They aren’t mine,” she blurted.
God, she was cute. “Darlin’ I know they are and I love that you’re denying it. Means you care.”
Now that raised a little heat in her cheeks and I liked it. Shit, I liked it a lot because when I left a few months back, that would’ve never happened and now that was twice. She was affected by me—good to know. “I don’t care.”
I shrugged then turned to head back to my room to hide my newly acquired treasure. I had no doubt she’d search for them the second I left the house. I looked back over my shoulder and caught her eyes staring at my butt; could’ve been my back, but unlikely. Really, it didn’t matter which. I was just impressed she was eyeing me up.
“You can look, but don’t touch,” I said.
Her mouth dropped open then snapped shut. I disappeared around the corner, then heard her stomping down the hall. Haven wasn’t a stomper. She was graceful, elegant and controlled. Too controlled. And that part of her was coming down.


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About Nashoda Rose

Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

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