REVIEW: Thrown Down by Tessa Bailey

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If you are looking for a second chance romance that has real characters, with real struggles that are easy to relate to, then you really should consider picking up this book. Throw in a side of secret pregnancy and the need to do the right thing and this book becomes something better again. Thrown Down demonstrates the sweet side of love spiced up with uncontrollable attraction and some filthy dirty talk.
Yes, I will admit that this book has a good girl/boy from wrong side of the tracks theme. But while it might be something you have read before (or so you think) the unique way in which it is delivered by Tessa Bailey will satisfy romance readers who love this trope.
Vaughan really endeared himself to me in this book. While he understood that he was from the wrong side of the track and “out of River’s league” his heart was made of pure gold where she was concerned and he always tried to do the right thing by her. Sure he made mistakes and at times took the wrong turns but that he got there in the end is what truly matters. This was also boosted by the raw sexual energy that radiated off him. His words were dirty but completely on track to show how he felt. I loved that he was always caught up with River. Totally swooned when he was with his daughter.
In the beginning River was the typical single mother. Making ends meet how ever she could while having to put her dreams on hold. She is completely jaded by what went down between her and Vaughan when he up and left. She has made it her mission to guard her heart fiercely. Now I like a fierce female but at some points in the beginning of this book I felt like it was a bit too much for me. But when she started melting, so did I.
As is always the case when there is a surprise baby involved, the emotion and angst can run higher than normal. Without a doubt I felt all of it in this book. Marcy was adorable. I do kinda wish there was a bit more to this aspect as it was a main part of the storyline but the interactions that did include March felt very genuine.
I loved the sexual attraction and connection between this pair. It is not often that you read a book where a couple who have been separated by a large span of time remain faithful even though they are split – and without any thought of even reconciling. The heat factor was high and I am a massive fan of dirty talk so I enjoyed this – as anticipation of the actual act – as much as I enjoyed the sex.
I will say that I read this book as a standalone and didn’t feel lost at all. The interconnectivity with book 1 in the series is that the male lead is River’s brother and female lead is River’s best friend. I also have not much Tessa Bailey but the story definitely flowed and was well thought out and written. I can say that I will pick up another book that tickles my fancy by this author. This book is romance abound and readers will enjoy.

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About The Book

Thrown Down Title: Thrown Down

Author: Tessa Bailey

Series: Made In Jersey, Book 2

Heat Level: Hot

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb: He has one last chance to deserve the girl of his dreams…

Overachiever River Purcell was never supposed to be a struggling single mom, working double shifts just to make ends meet. Nor was she supposed to be abandoned by her high school sweetheart, breaking her heart into a thousand jagged pieces. Now Vaughn De Matteo is back in town, his sights set on her…and River is in danger of drowning a second time.

No one believed Hook’s resident bad boy was good enough for River. Not even Vaughn himself. But he’ll fight like hell to win back the woman he never stopped loving, to keep the daughter he never expected, and convince himself he’s worth their love in the process––even if he has to rely on their fierce and undeniable sexual chemistry.

But even as River’s body arches under his hungered touch, the demons of the past lurk in the shadows.

Waiting for Vaughn to repeat his mistakes one last time…


Forty-nine months and three days.

That was how long it had been since he’d seen her.

Vaughn swayed to the right, his shoulder slamming up against the wall. Then he kind of just hung there, counting forward and backward from one to ten. Not helping. Not helping. His stomach pitched at the sight of River walking through the drunks, like a nurse walking among the wounded on a battlefield. She could still knock his lights out on sight. Not that he’d doubted it for a second. But God, if it were possible, she’d grown even more beautiful over the last forty-nine months. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail, a pencil stuck through the base, in a way he remembered well enough to make his throat go raw. In a short black skirt and fitted white T-shirt, River tried to look the part of indifferent barmaid, but didn’t pull it off.

Not by a stretch.

Eyes Vaughn knew were just a shade darker than cornflower blue flitted to each table, and her fingers tugged on the skirt’s hem self-consciously every time she approached a new one. When she fumbled with the notepad, recovering with a nervous laugh, a choked sound left Vaughn. “Riv,” he whispered.

She looked up so fast, he might as well have shouted. The sudden impact of having River’s focus on him after such an extended period of time without it released a rushing sound between his ears, blocking out the sad lounge act…and apparently someone asking if he needed a table. Because when Vaughn snapped back to reality, a man he towered over by at least a foot was in his face. Snapping his fingers.

“I wouldn’t…” Vaughn shook his head to clear it, experiencing a resurgence of anger, this time for having his attention diverted from where he needed it to be. On River.

“I wouldn’t advise snapping your fingers in my face again.”

“Why’s that, huh?”

A toss of blond hair snagged Vaughn’s gaze as his angelic ex-girlfriend zigzagged through the crowd, drawing more than just his notice. Ah no, quite the opposite. She was putting on an unwitting show for every man in the room, attracting lecherous looks by virtue of being her beautiful self, light in a dark tunnel, same way she’d always been.

Finger snapped in front of his face. Again. “This is my place and I asked you a question.”

“This is your place?” Vaughn asked. God, one hour back in Jersey and already his accent had thickened from water to oil. “You hired River Purcell to clean up tables?”

“That’s right.”

Vaughn plowed a fist into the underside of the man’s jaw, watching him fall backward onto the sticky concrete floor with detachment that slowly morphed into satisfaction. So much for calm, he thought, shaking out his right hand.

About The Author

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.


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