Review! Tour! Out of Love by Jewel E Ann


I felt pretty certain I should stay far away from Slade Wylder. I also felt pretty certain that would never happen.

The Jack and Jill series is one of my all-time favorites, and my introduction to Jewel E Ann’s books, so you know I was all-in when it was announced that she would be giving us a new book related to this series! Set about 21 years after the end of the original trilogy, this book is Livy Knight’s (Jackson and Ryn’s daughter) story and it was so good to be reunited with some of my favorite characters. But more than it being a reunion of sorts, this was also a really addictive, sexy, suspenseful, and at times thrilling story all on its own. I don’t think there’s anything that can top the original trilogy but this book was a really great addition.

I’m not going to say much about the actual story because I’d hate to spoil anything but it follows Livy as she enters her senior year of college and meets the mysterious and extremely grumpy Slade Wylder. Livy never could resist a bad boy – perhaps because she was raised by the OG bad boy, Jackson Knight – so she’s immediately drawn to Slade, even if he’ll barely give her the time of day. For a while I had no idea what Slade’s deal was, he was kind of a jerk to her on several occasions but then there were these little moments sprinkled in where you saw him let his guard down and it was easy to see why Livy was falling for him. But there’s so much more at stake than their love story. When we find out the truth about Slade it sets off a chain reaction that puts a lot of people in danger. From this point on the story was very fast-paced and will keep you flipping pages to find out what’s going to happen. I loved how everything tied back to things that happened in the original trilogy, the effects of what happened at the end of that series turned out to have very long-reaching implications.

Prepare for all the angst. Jewel E Ann loves to torture her readers with angst, this was certainly no exception. Between Livy and Slade’s volatile relationship and all the dangers they faced, there is never a dull moment. Your heart may be ripped out on a few occasions – fair warning. I’m still not okay about something that we learn very early on regarding something that took place in the time between the trilogy and this book. I don’t think I’ll ever be ok about that particular event, I’m truly heartbroken over it. I’m also kind of heartbroken over the ending, it was certainly bittersweet. I’m hoping this story opens doors for other stories in this world because I don’t think I’ll ever tire of these characters!! If you’re a fan of the series, this is a must-read, if you’re looking for an angsty love story with a sexy bad boy and a spunky heroine then I think you’ll also love this story!

I chased a monster. I fell for him. And he gobbled me up and spit out my soul, hollow and lifeless.

About Out of Love

I could love the monster or leave the man. 

Out of Love by Jewel E. Ann is now live! 

Conspiracies. Corruption. Serial killers.

You name it–I’m fascinated by it. My mom always blamed my overly curious and highly suspicious mind on my dad.

My incredibly overbearing dad.

Mr. No One Is Good Enough For My Daughter has been terrifying my dates since I turned fifteen.

College is my chance to be free from his control and date any guy I want.

I’m absolutely certain he would hate Slade Wylder–almost as certain as I am that I do too.

Since when have I shied away from trouble?

Slade fascinates me. He lives in a house I’m certain is haunted. His dog is trained as well as any guard I’ve ever seen. Rumor on campus is that he deals drugs. It would explain a lot.

But it doesn’t explain why he saves me from my darkest moment.

It doesn’t explain why I can’t stop thinking about him.

And the explanation I finally discover is far more dangerous than any rumor.

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After their kissy-huggy greeting ended, they walked toward the house with Jericho in tow. I waited for him to glance back at me. He saw me. There was no way he passed me a few seconds earlier on the street and didn’t see me. Yet, he made no attempt to acknowledge me. 

Until … 

My boy Jerry stopped abruptly and turned like he caught whiff of my scent. All the warm fuzzies filled my chest. A dog gave me more feels than any man had given me in a long time. Maybe ever. 

Jericho liked me. Hell, maybe he loved me. 

He protected me. 

He smiled when he saw me—tongue out, tail in a low wag. I continued my way up the sidewalk, feigning surprise when he trotted toward me in spite of Slade barking his own command. 

“Hey, Jerry.” I squatted down to give him double the love Miss Sophisticated gave him … and I had a treat in my pocket because part of me anticipated—hoped for—a chance encounter. “Oh, buddy … I love you too.” I closed my eyes and turned my face side to side while he showered me with kisses.

Slade cleared his throat. 

I opened my eyes—noticing his friend must have gone inside. “Sorry.” I stood, sliding a treat into Jericho’s mouth along the way. “I know it’s hard for you to know he likes me more.” On a shrug, I bit my lips together to keep my shit-eating grin under control. 

“Inside,” he said to Jericho while looking at me. 

Jericho turned and headed to the back door. 

“If you have a job to do … Jerry can hang with me tonight. I’m alone this evening.” 

“Jericho. And he doesn’t need a babysitter.” 

“Maybe I do.” 

His brow tensed a fraction, contemplation settling into a slight frown for a few seconds, before he whistled and Jericho came running. “Send him home when your friends get back.” 

Why was the only word that sat on the tip of my idle tongue? Why protect me? 

“What are you going to do?” Okay, apparently “why” wasn’t the only word on the tip of my tongue after all. Six other words were in line first. 

“Does it matter?” 

Letting my gaze settle over his shoulder to the firehouse and images of Miss Sophisticated waiting for him, I lifted a single shoulder. “No. Just curious. Is she your girlfriend?” 

“Does it matter?” 

“I hate you.” I rolled my eyes. “Worst communication skills ever.” 

“Good. Hate me. I prefer it.” 

I recoiled. I didn’t really hate anyone. It wasn’t my personality to be hateful, vengeful, or hold grudges. Why did Slade Wylder want me to hate him? It was a joke. I hated his lack of sharing information. 

“If you’re selling her some shit that will ruin her life, may I suggest you rethink that? Not cool, Wylder.” 


Tipping my chin up, I gave him several tiny nods. “Okay then. I’ll take Jerry to my house and spoil him. Maybe he comes back to you … maybe he doesn’t.” 

Slade let his gaze slide down my body, a slow and easy trip. He didn’t do that when we met. Somewhere along the way, he decided it was okay. I wasn’t sure what reaction he desired from me. 

Maybe nothing. 

Maybe he did it out of pure selfish desire. 

“I’m only allowing this because I love Jerry.” 

Curious eyes met mine, slightly squinted. 

I smirked. “Stripping me with those eyes of yours.” 

Moments … 

I collected moments in my mind, my heart, my soul, like Aubrey collected rare coins—my mom dying, my dad spending a few years thoroughly drunk. Mostly bad moments—permanent scars. 

That moment I tucked into my memory forever as one of the first truly great moments.  

Wylder …

The corners of his mouth quirked into pure sin. If Satan was hot as fuck, his name would have been Slade Wylder, and I would have been in a whole helluva lot of trouble. 

Meet  Jewel E. Ann

Jewel is a Wall Street Journal & USA Today best selling author a with a quirky sense of humor. When she’s not saving the planet one tree at a time, you can find her role modeling questionable behavior to her three boys, binge-watching Netflix with her husband, and writing mind-bending romance. 

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