Release Date: March 15, 2013
Source: Author via Tour Organizer
Recommended By: Candace's Book Blog
Genre: Contemporary Romance | New Adult
To nineteen-year-old high school dropout Travis Walker, women are like snowflakes--each one different, but beautiful in her own way. He can charm any girl he meets, and yet down deep he fears he'll always be a loser like his jailbird father. As the landlady threatens to evict him and his sick mother, Travis takes a job he hates and spends his evenings picking up girls at a nearby night spot. When he enlists in a teen program at the local fire station, he finds out he’s amazing at it. Then he meets the smoking hot Kat Summers, enlists Kat’s friend Zoey to help him woo her, and falls in love for the first time ever. But he keeps the details of his life secret. His girl will never love him back if she knows the truth about him
Oh Travis Walker, you made my ho-ish 19yo self all giggly complete with batting eyelashes and other embarrassing flirty techniques that never worked then and will most definitely won't work now. Yes, GIRLS LOVE TRAVIS WALKER and it's not a lie. This boy's a smooth mofo and I dare you NOT to have a crush on him at least!
If God hadn't wanted men to adore women, he wouldn't have made them smell and taste the way they do.
Despite having excellent game, Travis is in a pickle. He's in love with an amazing woman but he's broke. And I'm talking homeless, dumpster diving, soup kitchen BROKE. Travis' dad is in the penitentiary for armed robbery while his mother, his frustrating and extremely annoying mother, is depressed, unemployed and pushed all the responsibility on Travis! I'm telling you I want to shake the woman and bitch slap her til she wakes from her depressed stupor and help Travis pay the bills and put food on the table! But alas, Travis is such an amazing human being he took it albeit grudgingly. He quit high school so he can work two jobs while joining the Discoverer program to become a firefighter. Still Travis' efforts came short because one disaster happened after the other, it's like watching Murphy's Law in action.
The romance is cute, it's taming of the bad boy kinda story. The funny thing is Travis initially went for Zoey's friend but after working together in the community center, the two slowly fell for each other. I love the slow burning romance and friends to lovers formula. I liked how Zoey made Travis work for it, took the time to get to know her, establish chemistry and connection before taking it to the next level. And even then, Zoey kept Travis on his toes, making sure that Travis knows that he got a quality girl on his side, not that he tried to do anything shady, but Travis just had a hard time making himself vulnerable around Zoey. In short, Zoey rehabbed Travis and made a decent boyfriend out of him.
What's ironic is with a title like GIRLS LOVE TRAVIS WALKER the romance isn't the highlight of the novel. This is a story about a boy who has the best intentions but his noble heart wasn't able to keep the shiznit at bay. And it's not melodramatic either, APfeffer didn't want us to pity Travis, rather she wanted us to see the fighter in Travis and instead highlighted his drive to change his luck. My only critique is (of course, right? How nitpicky of me!) I wish the scenes between Travis and Zoey were more intimate and I'm not talking about sexual intimacy (this is a clean romance btw). Rather I wanted to see the depth of their emotional connection; Travis' struggle in keeping his personal situation secret from Zoey out of pride or something else; and Zoey's efforts in trying to break Travis' walls down.
If I never did anything more in life than support myself, I'd be a better man than my father.
Regardless, I loved GIRLS LOVE TRAVIS WALKER and this novel deserves every award it got. Not only is this a quick and entertaining read, Travis also gave me a wide range of feelings. His character is fleshed out great and the circumstances surrounding the highs and lows of his life aren't convenient or exaggerated. It's very "normal" and sometimes shiz has to happen because Life wants to teach us a lesson or steer us in the right direction. Travis Walker is such an amazing dramedy it will touch you in so many ways. I highly recommend GIRLS LOVE TRAVIS WALKER to everyone who wants to read an incredible redemption story that's both lighthearted and sincere. Plus it's only 99 pennies so there's no reason for you not to grab a copy!
Men, Don’t Read This : The Romantic Hero in Books
by Anne Pfeffer
Men, don’t read this column. Your ego will never recover. Because this, guys, is what women really want – the romantic hero in all those books that clog the bestseller lists these days.
I will call him Raoul. He, this, is what every woman wants.
And here’s how you spell it:
P is for pecs. Raoul has them. He also has abs, delts, biceps, triceps, traps, glutes, and even muscles that other men don’t have at all, like claps and flutes. Every muscle in his body is exquisitely chiseled. He is breathtaking from every angle. He is a paragon of strength, yet sensitivity. He can benchpress a woman with one hand and turn her on while doing it.
Raoul is an unparalleled living sculpture of male beauty. When women see him, they stop in their tracks, their mouths fall open, they get wet in their most personal areas.
In short, guys, he’s not you.
E is for expert. In bed that is. The romantic hero has made love to 1, 242 women in 267 different sexual positions. He has personally caused 3, 746,291 orgasms.
And that was all last week.
He knows what a woman is feeling down to the depths of her very core. He can sense exactly where she is at every second, knows just how to bring her to the brink of ecstasy, then keep her there for hours, mewling and squealing, begging “Please, master, let me come!” (Oh, wait, that last part’s just in the BDSM books, but then, they’re 42% of the market.)
That’s right, guys. Once again, this man is not you.
R is for rod. Yep. His manly parts get their own letter. In fact, they’re so big, they get their own zip code. Think a baseball bat and two bowling balls. Think a rocket missile and two nuclear-generated geodesic domes. His equipment is velvet over steel, silky smoothness over pulsing, rock-hard manhood. It fills a woman, feels soooo good, stays erect for days.
Because this is a family column, I won’t describe the parts of his parts, the exciting differences between the mid-field versus the end zone, for example. I won’t describe how his parts function, e.g. the fountain of fireworks at the climactic end. I’ll leave that to the novels to do, in glowing detail.
But sorry guys. Those parts aren’t yours.
F is for first. Despite his wordliness and oodles of sexual experience, he is flabbergasted to find himself doing things with his heroine (I’ll call her Clarissa) for the first time in his life. He’s never brought a woman to his home… before Clarissa. Or, he’s never brought a woman into his bedroom… before Clarissa. He has always reserved sex for special chambers filled with straps and floggers, or for impersonal hotel rooms . Clarissa is the first to enter his private spaces.
He has always just f***ed. With Clarissa, he makes love for the first time. She is the first woman to meet his family, to take care of his dog when he leaves town. She is the first woman he spends the night with; all the others he left after the sex was over. Clarissa is the first for everything that matters because, to him, she is… special.
E is for excellent. Raoul is excellent at everything he does. This means not just love making. First and foremost, he is a superb cook. This is a strict requirement. Every romantic hero can cook, and does so for his Clarissa at drop of a spatula. (Note: she is the first woman he has ever cooked for.) He loves to do this, particularly after ten hours at the office followed by four hours of hot sex. That’s just the time to bound up from bed and announce, “Let me make pasta alfredo! With chocolate covered strawberries for dessert!” He then proceeds to do so wrapped in nothing but a towel.
In addition to cooking, Raoul is expert at whatever else is required by that minimal slice of plot not occupied by sex and romance. He can fly planes and helicopters, ski steep mountain faces, charm a girl’s family, negotiate a billion dollar deal, navigate the Amazon in a canoe, and take down any man standing in a fist fight. And he does it all while remaining faithful to Clarissa, the only woman who has ever captured his heart. Because she is… special.
Ask yourself, boys. Is that you?
C is for cocky. Raoul is arrogant, but in an adorable way. He knows how hot he is and teases Clarissa with his hotness. He takes off his shirt a lot. He stands one inch away from her, making her squirm with desire, but refusing to satisfy her. Not yet.
“I will not kiss you tonight,” he announces. Clarissa—and the reader—must wait thirty agonizing pages before he finally gets around to it. But the wait is worth it, because he’s THAT GOOD. And Raoul knows it.
Not you. Sorry.
T is for thumbs. In the same way that thumbs distinguish man from the animals, thumbs distinguish the romantic hero from other men. The word “graze” comes up a lot. Raoul like to graze his thumb along Clarissa’s lower lip, the edge of her jaw, the side of her breast. In countless books, Raoul can stimulate a woman to orgasm with his thumb, while two or three of his fingers explore in the neighborhood. This is all on one hand, mind you, while his other hand plays love songs on the guitar.
So what ‘s that spell? P-E-R-F-E-C-T. That, my friends, is the woman’s romantic hero.
And, sorry, men. It’s not you.
Hi! I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona, where I lived out in the desert and had a bay quarter horse named Dolly. If I wasn't riding, I was holed up somewhere reading Laura Ingalls Wilder or the Oz books or, later on, Jane Eyre and The Grapes of Wrath. Horses eventually faded as an interest, but I ended up with a lifelong love of books and reading.
After college and eight years of living in cold places like Chicago and New York, I escaped back to the land of sunshine. I live in Los Angeles, California, near a large rotating neon chicken head with my daughter and my dachshund Taco. I have worked in banking and as a pro bono attorney, doing adoptions and guardianships for abandoned children.
As a writer, I'd always been interested in children's books, since they had meant so much to me as a kid. I found I especially liked writing books for teens. I've published three books in the Young / New Adult category and have now switched gears. My next book will be a fantasy for third and fourth graders.