Blog Tour: Caged in Winter | Brighton Walsh | Review | Excerpt | Giveaway

Welcome to our stop on Caged in Winter tour for Brighton Walsh . This tour is hosted by Berkley/NAL Publishing.

Caged in Winter
Author: Brighton Walsh
Reading Level: New Adult
Genre: Romance
Released: November 4th 2014
Review Source: Berkley Books


In this emotional and sexy New Adult debut from Brighton Walsh, the only thing more frightening than commitment is hope…

Aspiring chef Cade Maxwell is immediately, viscerally attracted to Winter Jacobson. But it’s not her mouthwatering curves he’s drawn to—it’s the strange emptiness in her eyes. When Cade saves her from a drunken customer with grabby hands, he’s shocked at her response…

Winter doesn’t need Cade’s help. After a lifetime of getting by on her own, she’s happy to rely on herself. She’s exactly seventy-six days away from graduating college, and if she can hold it together that long, she’ll finally be able to rise above the crappy hand she was dealt.

But now, every time she turns around, Cade is there, ready to push her, smile at her, distract her from her plans. Winter knows she can’t afford to open up—especially to a man she’s terrified to actually want…

This is a New Adult romance novel recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.

Caged in Winter made me fall even more in love with New Adult books. Cade made me swoon like no other, and Winter, I hurt for her, I felt it all in this book. Caged in Winter follows two college seniors trying their absolute hardest to achieve their goals, make a name for themselves and become successful. Winter was 76 days away from graduating and being able to get out her crappy job waitressing to become a web page designer. Winter had a rough past but she has worked her ass off to get somewhere and not become her mother. One night when a drunk patron got a little handsy with Winter, Cade steps in to help her with the problem, but little did he know he was becoming the problem. Winter knew how to handle these kind of guys, she had it down to science, she needed the tip from the table so she had to slightly weasel herself out of the situation, but then Cade stepped in and ruined it all. Ever since that day Cade weaseled himself into her life and threw all her previous reservations out of whack.

I just want to take a second to gush over Cade. It’s been awhile since I’ve read a story where the guy falls completely head over heels, or would that be head over loafers, for the girl. Anyway, he was my prince charming; he was completely smitten over the feisty Winter, which only made him more curious about her. He was sweet and caring, and knew when to take it a step back when it came to Winter. He knew pushing her even the slightest bit would send her running for the hills and take back any progress he had at opening her up, which already proved to be hard enough. Plus he’s a chef and any man that can cook and bake a mean cookie is grade A in my book.

Winter and Cade both went through tough things growing up, which made them grow up much faster than kids either own age. Their stories hurt, you feel for them, you root for them, especially Winter. Winter seems cold on the outside but man was she strong, feisty, and fierce. I loved the strength the characters had and their growing they still had to do, I loved everything from this book. This will be a book you’ll want to pick up. I promise you, you most definitely will fall for Cade, epitome of a perfect book boyfriend. The way Brighton Walsh develops her characters and their stories makes me want more, thankfully there will be more with Cade’s sister and his hilarious friend Jason.


I bend my knees so we’re eye level and tug on her hand until she meets my gaze. “I don’t know what we could have. It might be nothing. But I’ll be honest . . . I haven’t felt like this in a long time, and that’s enough for me to know I want to see where it goes. Can’t we just see where it goes?”
With a deep sigh, she says, “I’m not right for you, Cade.”
“How about you worry about if I’m right for you. Let me decide the other.”
And then before she can stop me, before she can utter another word of opposition, I slide my hand up her arm, over her shoulder, until it’s wrapped around her neck. With my other hand, I swipe a piece of hair back with my fingers, and then lean in, brushing my lips against hers. After only a moment, I pull back just enough for her to be able to tell me to stop. When nothing comes, I close the distance between us once again, taking her bottom lip in between mine. I brush my tongue against it, coaxing her mouth open, and she breathes this sexy little gasp as I slip inside. She tastes like cookies and wine, and I want to fucking devour her.
She grips my shirt with both hands, clutching me to her, and I stop holding back and press every inch of my body against hers, groaning as my cock presses fully against her. The moment a whimper comes from her, I know she feels it. And I can’t muster up any embarrassment, because I want her to feel it. Even with all her brass balls and fuck-everything attitude, something tells me she needs reassurance, so I give it to her. In every stroke of my tongue against hers, every brush of my thumb along her jaw, I show her how much I want her.
When her chest is heaving, her lips parted and swollen and so fucking hot, I trail kisses down her neck, seeking out every inch of skin that’s uncovered. Her head thumps back against the wall, one of her hands gone from gripping fistfuls of my shirt. Instead, she’s holding my head to her, and I don’t want to stop. I want to kiss and lick every inch of her, slip my hands under the material of her sweater, unbutton her jeans, and not stop until I feel her soft wetness against my fingertips.
But the knowledge that she’ll regret it if I don’t stop forces me to slow down.
I pull back, loosening my grip on her and putting an inch of space between us. I kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and then her ear. Against it, I whisper, “Don’t say no.”
There’s a beat of silence. Two. Three. And then she says the sweetest word I’ve ever heard.

Brighton Walsh spent nearly a decade as a professional photographer before deciding to take her storytelling in a different direction and reconnect with writing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and two children.

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