✔ #NewRelease REVIEW & EXCERPT: FEISTY by Julia Kent

Posted January 28, 2020 by Nicole Collins in Blog Tours, Book Love, Guest Posts & Reviews, Home, Nicole Review, Our Reviews, Release Blitz, Special Content & Excerpts / 0 Comments

Title: Feisty
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Audiobook Narrator: Erin Mallon
Release Date: January 28, 2020

GoodReads bnereader_ipadpreviewibooks_thumb_feature


I’m not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland.

Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends.

So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a real person he’s never met before?


Oh, no.

The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.

That’s right.


More from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance at love – drop-kick included.

Nicole Review


3 Pinkies Up…aka 3 Stars!

Feisty by Julia Kent is an enemies to lovers romance that follows the story of Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill and Chris “Hot Boxer” Fletcher.

When they were in middle school, Fletch gave Fiona the nickname she’s tried to escape her entire life. And, she hated him for it. So when a tragic situation gives them both a little common ground, they start to explore what they’ve both secretly desired since a failed kiss attempt 17 years prior.

I hate to say it, but this story was not for me. I was never really able to connect with it. The book description didn’t really accurately describe this story, so there were moments where I felt like I must be reading the wrong book.

Here’s what was frustrating about this book. There were moments that were hilarious, adorable, and completely charming. In fact, I thought after reading the first two pages that this book was going to be a real winner. But, I was quickly turned off by one of the main themes of the book revolving around a man with a gun in a preschool. It’s such an awful topic that is unfortunately part of reality these days. But I almost feel like this story tried to glamorize it, and I just don’t find that appropriate.

The other theme of this story that I couldn’t get behind was the focus on energies and lights and crystals and the spirituality of it all. It was such a big piece of the story that, as someone that’s not immersed in this world, I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t connect with it. And, I spent way too many pages having absolutely no idea what I’d just read.

As far as the characters go, Fletch is your all around good guy and ultimate charmer. It’s really hard not to be bedazzled by him. Fiona is quirky, almost a little too much for me. And, the rest of the supporting cast wasn’t really anything to write home about. I couldn’t say that I loved them or hated them.

I really wanted to like this book, and there were plenty of moments that I did. But unfortunately, there were more moments that I didn’t.

“Why are you suddenly meddling in my life like you know me? Because you don’t,” I inform him, moving closer, one hand rising up, my index finger pointing as I assume a power stance that seems otherworldly. Some self inside me is coming to the forefront.

And she has something to say.

Two of the people at his table turn and look at us, then start whispering. Fletch’s eyes cut over.

“Can we talk in private?” he asks.

“Why? Afraid of being called out in public?”

“No, but you’re about to get a bunch of cellphones pulled out. You really want more recordings of you floating around on the internet?”

I spin on my heel and move to the hallway in what I think is the direction of the bathrooms. Paleo2Clean is new to me, but before this incarnation, it was a soup restaurant, and before that, a froyo place.

Yep. Guessed right. High chairs and bathrooms.

“Look, Fletch,” I say, grabbing his arm hard. “Until our reunion last year, I hadn’t seen you in forever. And when Mal and Will chose us both to be in their wedding, I wasn’t happy, but I plastered on a fake smile because that’s what you do when your friends are getting married and you used to hate one of the groomsmen.”

“Hate?” A smile tickles his lips, his amusement infuriating me more than any other response he could possibly have. “You,” he says, looking at my hand on his skin, taking a step closer into my space, “hate me?”

“No. I said I used to hate you. Before I worked on evolving and being a better human being.”

“How, exactly, have you done that?”

“By increasing my vibration.”

“You are a better person because you use vibrators?”

“Who said anything about sex toys?”

“You did. Just now.”

“No, I didn’t! I said vibrations!”

“What’s the difference?”


“Pretty sure enlightenment comes from enough orgasms, too, Fiona.”

An espresso machine hisses in the distance, cutting through the sound of our matched breath. He’s inches from me, heat pulsing off his rock-hard body, the close-fitting black cloth of his shirt rippling only because of curved muscle. My hand on his arm feels like heat itself, our bodies some sort of element that conducts energy on a wavelength science hasn’t discovered yet.

And I’m wet, wanting, and so, so confused.

“Why are you turning this conversation into a sex talk?” I finally choke out, pulling back as he leans in.

“You started it,” he replies, the smile fading, replaced by something intensely seductive. He bites his lower lip for a moment, looking at me. Then, in a whisper that makes me lean in to hear, he adds, “Maybe you wouldn’t hate me so much if I helped you with those vibrations.”


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2019.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.