{"id":13051,"date":"2016-10-24T08:00:33","date_gmt":"2016-10-24T12:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=13051"},"modified":"2024-04-11T04:05:31","modified_gmt":"2024-04-11T08:05:31","slug":"blog-tour-giveaway-excerpt-arc-review-between-here-and-the-horizon-by-callie-hart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=13051","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour, Giveaway, Excerpt & ARC Review: Between Here and the Horizon by Callie Hart"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Betrayal. Lust, Unrequited Love. Redemption.<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Between Here and the Horizon is an Epic Love Story<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Callie Hart!<\/strong><\/h4>\n

AVAILABLE NOW!
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Blurb<\/b><\/h4>\n

Ophelia Lang needs money, and she needs it bad. Her parent\u2019s restaurant is going under, and ever since she lost her job teaching third grade elementary, scraping enough cash together to pay the bills has proven almost impossible. Her parents are on the brink of losing their home. The vultures are circling overhead. So when Ophelia is offered an interview for a well-paid private tutoring gig in New York, how can she possibly say no?<\/p>\n

Ronan Fletcher is far from the overweight, balding businessman Ophelia expected him to be. He\u2019s young, handsome, and wealthy beyond all reason. He\u2019s also perhaps the coldest, rudest person she\u2019s ever met, and has a mean streak in him a mile and a half wide. A hundred grand is a lot of money, however, and if tolerating his frosty temperament, his erratic mood swings and whatever else he throws at her means she\u2019ll get paid, then that is what Ophelia will do.<\/p>\n

Her new boss is keeping secrets, though. Awful, terrible secrets.<\/p>\n

The ghosts of Ronan Fletcher\u2019s past are about to turn Ophelia\u2019s future upside down, and she can\u2019t even see it coming.<\/p>\n

***Note: Between Here and The Horizon is a brand new standalone contemporary romance novel from USA Today bestselling author, Callie Hart. Between Here and the Horizon does contain some scenes of violence and sexual content, and so is directed at audience 18+.<\/p>\n

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Review<\/strong><\/h4>\n

4 stars!<\/p>\n

I was introduced to Callie Hart when I read her Blood & Roses series. Since reading it and loving it, I knew I needed to get my hands on more of her books. Between Here and the Horizon was attention grabbing from the prologue and kept me intrigued until the very end. It\u2019s is a beautiful, emotional story that will have you smiling, laughing, crying and falling in love. It will break your heart then heal it piece by piece.<\/p>\n

We first meet Ophelia Lang when she flies from LA to NYC for a job interview. The interview doesn\u2019t go as well as she hoped, so she is surprised when the job offer arrives. With her parent’s money problems, the one hundred-thousand-dollar payout at the end of the six month job is vital to keeping their\u00a0restaurant afloat and she decides that she cannot turn down the job, even if it means relocating across the United States.<\/p>\n

Her boss first appears as cold and unfriendly but soon Ophelia sees that he is a different person with his children.\u00a0 She sees a warm side to his personality, a softer side, but he is keeping secrets. Hired to watch his two kids for six months, she is determined to make the best of it and knows she has to keep her head and heart in check.<\/p>\n

Six months I had to live in the same household as him. Six months was a long time. I was either going to be helplessly in love with the asshole by the time mid-April rolled around, or I was going to hate him more than anyone else on the face of the planet. <\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Things seem to start off on the right foot, but then she gets a letter that flips her world upside down. The twist was absolutely unbelievable and changed the course of the entire book. I had no idea that it would take this turn and wow was I surprised. I am still reeling over what transpired.\u00a0And it wasn\u2019t the only twist. I cannot go into any more detail without giving the story away, but just know that this story captured my attention\u00a0from the beginning and I loved it.<\/p>\n

Callie Hart’s descriptive writing painted a clear picture in my head of everything happening as the story unraveled. She made me fall in love with the characters and I felt their pain, fear, joy, love, and happiness.\u00a0 The characters were complex and good for each other. The heroine\u00a0was a beautiful, social, caring woman who everyone loves upon first meeting, and the hero is a gorgeous brooding man who doesn’t let anyone get close to him. He’s built up a wall around his heart and wants to keep it that way. With a rude demeanor, he has no problem accomplishing this goal.\u00a0 At least that is the case before he meets Ophelia.<\/p>\n

The hero is broken\u00a0and has been through so much that\u00a0he has closed himself off to the world. My heart broke for what he went through and I understood his pain, wanting to do anything to take it away.\u00a0When he showed Ophelia\u00a0the real him, my heart melted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not real,\u201d he told me, curling a piece of my hair around his index finger. \u201cHow can you be?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m pretty sure I am,\u201d I said breathlessly.
\n\u201cThen why do I constantly feel like I\u2019m underwater when I\u2019m with you? Dreaming? Imagining every second?\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Ophelia has such a huge heart. She is loyal, trusting, and hardworking. She was so brave and selfless. She cares for the kids she takes care of and really keeps their best interest in mind. She is honest and good and I couldn’t help but love her personality. I loved that she was so likable and that she got along well with everyone.<\/p>\n

The think the main characters were wonderful together. I loved the slow buildup of the relationship between them, it was natural and believable. Ophelia was perfect for him; her gentleness and kindness countered his rough and harsh exterior. She was able to bury herself into his soul and he would never be the same.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026there was no coming back from that. It changed me. I\u2019ll admit I\u2019m not the man I use to be. But you make me feel\u2026<\/i>fuck.\u201d He stopped, growling under his breath. \u201cYou make me feel like I might be able to find that man again, the man I was, before\u2026and it scares the shit out of me.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I really loved the process of getting to know each other. He wasn\u2019t quick to spend time with Ophelia but she was persistent and slowly over time they became friends and then more. The chemistry between them was intense\u00a0and the sexy times were hot. I loved that when they actually accepted that they had feelings for each other, they\u00a0went all in, giving the relationship a real chance.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnce we travel down this road together, there is no turning back. There is no good ol\u2019 college try. There\u2019s me, and there\u2019s you. <\/i>Forever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The side characters were great in this book. I loved the kids and my heart broke for what they were going through. I loved the way they worked though the challenges though and I loved the family dynamic that developed when Ophelia entered their lives.\u00a0I also loved Rose and her part in the story and her friendship with Ophelia.<\/p>\n

The story wrapped up nicely though I did feel it was a bit rushed. I was happy with an epilogue but I wanted more. Overall the story was enjoyable and I will definitely be reading more from Callie Hart.<\/p>\n

*ARC generously provided by the author and TRSOR Promotions in exchange for an honest review*<\/i><\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n

CHAPTER ONE <\/b><\/p>\n

AFGHANISTAN <\/b><\/p>\n

2009<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Get back, Fletcher! Get back! The tank\u2019s gonna blow!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I was running. Behind me, seven miles of desert stretched out toward Kabul city, glowing in places where burned out military trucks were being devoured by fire. Twisted metal rained down from the sky, on fire and sharper than a razor\u2019s edge, impacting in the dirt. <\/span>Thud. Thud, thud.<\/span><\/i> Thud<\/span><\/i>. Shrapnel whistled through the air, striking the ground a few feet away from me as I weaved my way through the wreckage. Smoke was biting at my lungs, acrid and burning, making it hard to breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFletcher! What the fuck, man!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Behind me, Specialist Crowe was losing his mind. Alternating between shouting into his radio and shouting at me, he couldn\u2019t seem to decide which course of action to take. I\u2019d ordered him to follow, but I could understand why he hadn\u2019t. The situation was more than unsafe; charging headlong into the fire and destruction was a suicide mission, and I knew it. I also knew that my men were trapped inside the upturned vehicle still a hundred feet ahead of me, however, and I knew the truck was going to blow any second. They were going to burn to death if I didn\u2019t help them. I wasn\u2019t going to abandon them to that fate.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Captain! God, man, stop!\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

My heart was surging, my veins overflowing with adrenalin. My boots hit the dirt<\/span>, left, right, left, right, left, right,<\/span><\/i> my fists pumping back and forth as I sprinted toward the truck that was laying on its roof up ahead. Through the fractured windshield, I could see Hellaman and Wicks still strapped into the front seats of the vehicle, upside down and unmoving. They were either unconscious or dead. Hopefully they were just out for the count, but there was a lot of blood splattered on the inside of the glass. A lot of blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

Black smoke curled upward from the underside of the truck, and I could already hear the hissing sound of fuel burning and sizzling somewhere. Groaning. I could hear groaning, too.<\/span><\/p>\n

I reached the truck just as something inside the engine caught fire, and Hellaman came to. His eyes were wide with pain and fear as I dropped down onto my belly next to the driver\u2019s side window, which was smashed out, small cubes of safety glass scattered into the dirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain? Captain Fletcher. Shit, I can\u2019t breathe. I can\u2019t\u2026breathe.\u201d His face was deathly pale, and his hands shook violently as he tried to claw at the seatbelt that was digging into his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay. It\u2019s okay, Private. We\u2019re gonna get you out of there, okay? Just hold on a moment.\u201d My bowie knife was in my hand. I took it and made quick work of slashing through the webbing holding Hellaman in place. There was nothing I could do to cushion his fall. Slamming into the roof of the truck, Hellaman groaned weakly, and then passed out again, either from pain or from the shock, I didn\u2019t know. I stowed my blade and grabbed him by the shoulders, then wrestled him free through the window. His face was cut; his arms were striped with blood and running rivers of crimson out onto the ground. No time to be gentle, though. No time to be safe. I hooked my hands under his arms and I quickly jogged backwards, dragging him away from the wreckage. Twenty feet was enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

I ran back to the truck. Flames were visibly licking at the underside of the vehicle now, snaking upward toward the night sky. Wick was still out cold. I ran around to the back of the truck and tried to force the loading doors open, but they were jammed closed, bent and warped, refusing to budge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Shit<\/span><\/i>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Clang.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Clang.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Clang.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

There was someone alive inside. Running out of time. Almost no time left. I positioned myself by the truck\u2019s rear right window, thanking god the thing was already splintered. The bulletproof windows on military trucks were no joke. You could take a semi automatic to them and it would take longer than I had to smash them. The impact of rolling three times had obviously been enough to compromise the glass, though.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShield your faces,\u201d I hollered. \u201c<\/span>Glass, glass, glass!<\/span><\/i>\u201d Bracing, I spun around and smashed the sole of my boot against the window as hard as I possibly could. The glass groaned, fracturing some more, but it didn\u2019t shatter. I kicked again, and again, and again. Finally, the window exploded in a shower of bright shards, giving in under the force of my boot.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain, there\u2019s fuel in here,\u201d someone inside yelled. \u00a0\u201cGet back!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I ducked down and lay flat on my stomach again, crawling in through the now empty window frame. Inside the truck, gasoline hung heavy in the air, burning my nostrils and my eyes. Next to me, Roberts was dead, his head twisted at an odd angle, eyes staring, unseeing into the abyss.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the other side of the truck Private Coleridge, Sam, a nineteen-year-old kid from Houston, was lying on his back on the roof, holding his rifle in both hands, his body convulsing wildly. His eyes swivelled to look at me, but his head remained locked in position, his teeth grinding together.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2026what happened, Capt\u2019n?\u201d he asked. \u201cWe were drivin\u2019 along, and then\u2026everything was\u2026spinning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIED,\u201d I told him. \u201cDesert\u2019s full of them. Come on, let\u2019s get you out of here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t\u2026move. I can\u2019t feel\u2026anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t paralyzed. If he were, he wouldn\u2019t be shaking the way he was right now. He was just in shock. A sharp slap to the face would probably go a long way to getting him moving, but there simply wasn\u2019t time for that kind of motivation. Grabbing him by the webbing stitched onto the strap of his pack, which was still on his back, I hauled him to me and then backed out through the window as quickly as I could. The fire was raging now. I dragged Sam back to where I\u2019d left Hellaman and was about to run back to the truck when a loud metallic crack split the air apart, and then a ball of fire rocked the truck, a wall of heat and pressure slamming into my body, sending me reeling back into the dirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Oscar<\/span><\/i>!\u201d Sam yelled. \u201cOscar\u2019s still alive in there!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Fuck<\/span><\/i>.\u201d I was up on my feet and running. The heat was intense\u2014so intense that I had to shield my face as I grew closer to the wreck. \u00a0The fire had consumed the underside of the truck, the tires blazing, the gas roaring as the fuel line was engulfed. And I could hear screaming. The kind of blood curdling, awful screaming of a man being burned alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

My radio headset crackled with static, and then Colonel Whitlock\u2019s voice barked out through the speaker. \u201cFletcher, do <\/span>not<\/span><\/i> go back inside that vehicle. Do you hear me? Do not go back inside that vehicle.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Disobeying a direct order from a colonel was an offence worthy of court marshal. I ripped my headset from my ears and threw it to the ground, ignoring it. Ignoring the consequences. Another blood curdling scream reached me, and that was it. I was on my stomach, crawling into the mouth of hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

My side pressed up against the frame of the window, and pain tore at me, sinking its teeth into my skin. Heat. The heat was overwhelming, so fierce and violent that there was no oxygen inside the truck. Only smoke and confusion. Only death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOscar!\u201d I called out, reaching with both hands, trying to find him. \u201cWhere are you, man?\u201d The truck was only a six-guy transport, but the billowing, rolling clouds of black smoke hid everything. I went by touch until I heard him cry out again, weaker this time, voice riddled with agony. He was at the very rear of the truck. A few seconds was all I had. Any longer and I would either suffocate or burn up myself. My head was pounding, my lungs begging for clean air, and I could feel myself start to drift.<\/span><\/p>\n

The journey to the back of the truck took an eternity. One hand over the other, I pulled myself around an upturned transport box, and jammed my body in between the narrow gap at the right hand side of the vehicle, reaching out, groping, searching, until I found what I was looking for. A leg. A foot, to be precise. I grabbed hold of it and pulled. An agonised yell filled the truck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAhh, my leg. My leg. It\u2019s fucked!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know. I\u2019m sorry, man. I can\u2019t get you any other way.\u201d \u00a0I gritted my teeth, and I pulled. In any other situation it would have been a crime that I was handling an injured man this way. The clock was running down, though, and if causing more pain, causing even more damage meant the difference between one of my guys being injured or being dead, then I was going to do what I had to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

I somehow managed to maneuverer myself so that I was over Oscar\u2014I couldn\u2019t even see his face, the smoke was so thick\u2014and then I started shoving. Six hard pushes and I managed to drive him through the gap in the window frame, out onto the desert floor. His body was ripped away, pulled free by someone else, and then he was gone. I was almost too tired to heave myself free, but I scrounged up my last scrap of energy and I crawled forward, determined to make it out before the entire vehicle was enveloped. Halfway out, my fingers clawing in the dirt, my body lit up with pain. Indescribable. Unbearable. A pain so sharp and breathtaking that I couldn\u2019t even cry out. It felt like something was ripping my body in two. I spun around and looked up to see a burning line of fuel pouring down on me, hitting my side, burning into me. I was on fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

I kicked and jerked myself out of the truck, ripping at my jacket. Tearing at the material, trying to get it off. The fabric seemed to come away in my hands, and then I was shirtless in the cold, cold desert, rolling on the ground, trying to put the flames out.<\/span><\/p>\n

The world went black. Someone threw something over me, and then hands were beating at my body, slapping and trying to roll me. A strangled gasp worked its way out of my mouth, but that\u2019s all I could manage. The flames were out. The thick, heavy material that had been thrown over me was pulled back, and Crowe stood over me, face covered in soot and grease, eyes the size of dollar coins. I could barely see him properly. Barely hear the words coming out of his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Colonel Whitlock appeared next to him, and then the sky was filled with the beating thump of helicopter blades. They spoke for a second, and the thundering drum of the helo overhead dipped long enough for me to make out what Crowe said to Whitlock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t stop, sir. He didn\u2019t stop until they were all out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Whitlock scowled. \u201cI can see that, Specialist. He disobeyed a direct order in doing so, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019ll be reprimanded?\u201d Crowe asked. He was speaking as if I was no longer present; both of them were.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Whitlock said sternly. \u201cIronically, I think Captain Fletcher\u2019s more likely to be honored than punished in this particular instance. Now get him on the chopper before I change my mind. The crazy bastard\u2019s bleeding everywhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Giveaway<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Win a Kindle Fire 7\u201d \u00a0– Winner picks the color!<\/i><\/strong><\/h4>\n

ENTER GIVEAWAY<\/strong><\/a><\/h4>\n

The Escapist Book Blog is not responsible for this giveaway.<\/em><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"callie-hart-bio\"Callie has experienced many changes throughout her life, and gone through many ups and downs that have all worked towards shaping and moulding her into the person she is today: fun loving, active, social, and hard working. The only thing that has remained a constant throughout her life is writing. Creating characters who will tear your conscience in two is a favorite pastime of Callie\u2019s. There are few real saints and sinners in her books; more often, the denizens of her stories are all very human. Broken, flawed, and always with the potential for redemption. <\/span><\/p>\n

Despite the subject matter being markedly hot and heavy in comparison to the stories she wrote in elementary school, there will always be an element of fairytale to her work.<\/span><\/p>\n

Callie Hart is the author of the Blood & Roses Series. Zeth & Sloane\u2019s story is now complete, but there are a number of stories still to be released under the Blood & Roses banner. 2015 will see Cade, Michael and Rebel\u2019s stories being released, as well as a number of brand new stories, all of which will be Dark Romance novels.<\/span><\/p>\n

If you would like to contact Callie, you can do so <\/span>here<\/span><\/a>. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

If you would like to sign up to Callie\u2019s newsletter for info on upcoming releases, exclusive teasers, excerpts and competitions, you can do so <\/span>here<\/span><\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Betrayal. Lust, Unrequited Love. Redemption. Between Here and the Horizon is an Epic Love Story by Callie Hart! AVAILABLE NOW! Amazon US |\u00a0Amazon UK\u00a0|\u00a0iBooks\u00a0|\u00a0Nook\u00a0|\u00a0Kobo Blurb Ophelia Lang needs money, and she needs it bad. Her […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12561,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","yasr_overall_rating":4,"yasr_post_is_review":"","yasr_auto_insert_disabled":"","yasr_review_type":"Product","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1548,290,9,29],"tags":[59,343,140,301,48],"class_list":["post-13051","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-age-gap","category-book-news","category-romance","category-steamy","tag-arc","tag-blog-tour","tag-callie-hart","tag-excerpt","tag-review"],"yasr_visitor_votes":{"stars_attributes":{"read_only":false,"span_bottom":false},"number_of_votes":0,"sum_votes":0},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/Between-Here-and-the-Horizon.jpg?fit=150%2C234&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7gaNL-3ov","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13051","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13051"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13051\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12561"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13051"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13051"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13051"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}