Book Review – Promises Hurt by Elle Brooks

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Book Review – Promises Hurt by Elle Brooks Title: Promises Hurt
Author: Elle Brooks
Series: The Promises Series #1
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: August 2, 2014
Page Count: 225
Format: eARC
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I wasn't planning on falling for Ethan Jamison, hell I wasn't planning on our paths ever crossing. He’s the most popular guy at school and a complete player. Me; I’m the perpetual good girl, trying to carry out one last request. But when you make a promise, how far do you go to see it through?

~ Blair

It’s a running joke that I’m a terrible liar, if only people knew the truth. My whole life has been spent making excuses and deflecting questions. I was pretty good at it until Blair Thomas entered my world. She saw through the mask that everyone is so willing to accept. She makes me want to tell her all my secrets, but can she promise to keep them?

~ Ethan

“Ethan Jamieson is the sexiest man I have ever laid my pervy little eyes on.”

Funny? Check. Sweet? Check. A little bit emotional? Check! I didn’t know much about Promises Hurt, going into it but it didn’t take long for it to grab my attention.

When Blaire’s childhood best friend Em passed away, she left Blaire one last note with her bucket list. She wanted to honor her best friend so Blair decided to complete the list. Some of the major things on the list involved Ethan Jamieson, who had been Em’s long time crush.

When Blaire ends up tutoring Ethan they end up forming a casual friendship. Blaire was a little bit shy, with an awkward sense of humor, but she was funny and sweet and loved saying what was on her mind. Ethan was cute and talented musician. He was popular in their high school and the girls loved him and his group of friends.  He walked around with a cocky attitude but behind it all Ethan was hiding an abusive home life.

“Our eyes lock and when they do it feels like she can see straight though to my soul. Past all the macho bullshit. Past the cocky player. I feel like she knows all my secrets and yet she just sees me. The thought is f*cking terrifying.”

The more time the two spend together the closer they become. Blaire is different than most girls that he knows and for Blaire, she sees the other side of Ethan. I loved that were both silly with each, they made each other laugh, and you could just see how much they were falling for each other. When Blaire finds out about Ethan’s home life it brings them closer together. She was the first person that he ever trusted with his pain and secrets. She desperately wanted to help him but Ethan swore her to secrecy.

 “I don’t think I’ve wanted anyone as much as I want you,” I whisper into her neck. “Can I keep you?”

I really enjoyed this book. It was a mix of mature YA/NA and we got a dual POV from Blaire and Ethan. There some surprisingly steamy scenes (no really they were damned hot) but the thing that I really loved was the characters and their relationship. They either had me giggling or swooning. High school drama, misunderstandings, and Ethan’s abuse just added to the overall story. There was a twist or two that I did not see coming and I need book two like NOW. This was a quick read but I definitely recommend it and I can’t wait to see more from this author and this series. 4 Stars.


I look down at my cell and it’s 4:54pm. No sign of Ethan. No text to explain. What a douche. I mean, okay so I needed to be here anyway to collect books, but that’s not the point. He didn’t know that. I can’t stand people that make plans and then break them without warning. It takes two seconds to send a text.

I’m packing up my things when Ethan Jamison barges through the library doors. He’s panting like he’s out of breath and his eyes are frantically scanning the almost empty room. Then they land on me. I stand completely frozen, mouth gaping like a total moron. Of freakingcourse it has to be that Ethan. He makes his way over, and the sound of his boots echoing through the otherwise silent room awakens me from my dumbstruck state. Emily’s letter flashes in my mind and I feel instantly embarrassed. Like, somehow he knows about it, which of course, he can’t, but I’m still panicking.

He stops a few feet short of my table and looks a little unsure. This isn’t the cocky Ethan Jamison that struts around school thinking he’s god’s gift. It’s thrown me a little.

“Hey, um…I’m Ethan,” he says, looking down at me. He lays his guitar case down at his feet and then adjusts his backpack on his shoulders. “Are you the tutor, I mean, sorry…are you Blair?”

I never realized how tall he actually is up close and personal. I’ve seen him play at a gig for about two seconds once, but he was on a stage, so of course he’s gonna look taller than everyone else. Emily and I have only stalked him at a distance. His blue eyes are boring into mine and I’m just standing there. Staring. Like an idiot. He shifts his weight and I realize he’s asked me a question. I still haven’t replied. Shit.

“Er…yeah, I’m Blair, nice to meet you. I was just about to go, I thought you weren’t coming. You’re late.” The last part comes out all pissy like I’m mad at him.

An amused grin starts to form; his mouth pulling up slightly at one side and the boy has dimples—real life honest-to-god dimples.

I shake my head and practically bark out, “I’ve been waiting for you for almost a half hour. If you’re gonna be late when we meet, you could at least give me a heads up?” Oh my god, why the hell am I telling him off?

His smile widens and he’s not even trying to look sorry. He drops his backpack on the table and takes a seat.

“Yeah, I had practice and it ran over. Steve has a no phone rule, so it’s kinda hard to let you know when I don’t have my cell.”

Steve is the music professor; he’s got the new age hippy vibe going on and makes all his students call him by his first name. I pull my chair back out and take a seat. “Okay. Well, um, let’s just get started then.”

I look up and his eyes are zeroed in on my chest. What a complete douche, he’s already ogling my boobs. I cough twice and raise my eyebrows in a ‘what the hell, my eyes are up here’ stare, and his cheeks immediately redden.

“Shit, no, I wasn’t checking you out! I mean…um, I wasn’t staring at your…fuck, well I kinda was but I mean, shit; I was just trying to read what your shirt says.”

Holy crap, this guy’s more awkward than I am.

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About Elle Brooks


I’m a little neurotic; I function on a tiny amount of sleep and a huge amount of caffeine. I love green skittles and have an irrational fear of stormy weather. When I’m not writing about super hot college guys, you can generally find me googling them…All in the name of research of course. I can be persuaded to do just about anything with the promise of a good book or a bottle of bubbles. Oh, and I also love to write.