Blog Tour (Book Review, Excerpt & Giveaway): Suit by Jettie Woodruff


Title: Suit (Twin Duo #1)
Author: Jettie Woodruff @jettie_woodruff
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 271 pages
Rating: 5 stars

Identical twins, Gabriella and Isabella, separated at the age of eleven.  Reunited after thirteen years. One horrible accident tears them apart again. One wakes up married to a man with a dark side, and two little girls. One is missing.

Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton’s trophy.
PTA parent.
And the slut…

We were the model couple. Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers. A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…


Grace Review
A complex story where everything isn’t what it seems.  Is it all a game or a terrible twist of fate?

As a blogger, we get a lot of email requests to review new releases.  As a reader, I’m always searching for that special book, something that will draw me from the first page and make me want to scream from the rooftops on how good it is, once you are done.  The synopsis for this book caught my attention, so I requested it as it looked like some mink fuckery would be in store.  I’m always in the book for a good mind fuck, and this book delivered!

The idea of twin sisters seemed very unique to me.  Especially how the author wove a story around identity.  Adding to the theme are all of the covers.  Did you notice how fucking brilliant they are? One is called Suit, one is called Slut.  Did you look closely and see how the words are almost look identical?  Maybe I’m reading to much into this (pun intended), but if this was intentional, I want to give the author a virtual high five.  Seriously, so clever!

If you read the synopsis, you are probably scratching your head like I was on what sort of story this might be about.  10% in and I’m already creating wild theories in my head as to what is going on.  Which of course, I can’t share with you.

The pace of this story kept me engaged and constantly speculating.  Following Gabriella’s accident, I had my theory as to what happened.  And I was convinced I was right until the very end.  Now I don’t know what to think.  I wasn’t sure which way is up.  My brain hurt.  This is one of those times when I am frustrated with ARCs because I have no one to talk to and speculate on what is going on.

What I can tell you is that Gabriella’s marriage to Paxton is all sorts of messed up.  I’m not certain how the two of them came to be, you are given the sense that Paxton isn’t in love with her, and has never been.  Yet he can’t seem to keep his hands off of her.  You thought Christian Grey was a control freak?  HA!  Paxton now seems to define that term.  To give you an example, he checks Gabriella’s mileage before she leaves the hours, because she’s only allowed to travel so far.  SAY WHAT?  And that’s just the tip of the iceburg.  He is a complex jackass to Gabriella for a good part of the book.  But, he’s not a complete dick.  He’s actually a great father and smart businessman.

“You have everything to suit your needs, and I have you.  My slut, to suit mine.”

What was most interesting about this couple was how they interacted privately.  Paxton lobbies threats for Gabriella backtalking, not following the rules, etc.  He initially punishes her by controlling her orgasms, teasing her to a point, but not taking her over the edge.  What was even more interesting was how Gabriella’s reactions threw him off.  She got off on his domination.  And this completely confused Paxton.

“This isn’t funny, Gabriella.  I can’t even humiliate you with an ass beating anymore.  Your pussy likes that, too.  I don’t know what to do.  This isn’t you.”

You got the sense that prior to the accident, she was dry during every physical encounter.  Now she gets turned on by the punishments.  This changes the dynamics of their relationship in a big way.  In a good way.  And had me thinking my early theory was correct, even though I have no idea on the particulars of what happened.

Throughout the book, Gabriella has flashback to her childhood with her Mom and twin sister Izabella.  We learn the rough life she lived and how she and her sister eventually separate.  But a lot of pieces are missing from the puzzle.  It’s not until the very end that the author gives us that huge corner piece, leaving me rewarded and at the same time, extremely confused.  It’s that cliffhanger you knew was coming.

This is that book that makes me want to scream from the rooftops!  This is something book clubs should read (kinky ones, of course), because this story is one you want to talk out.  I’m dying for others to read this and give me their thoughts.  My theory is nearly confirmed but the author added huge twist, and there are so many other part of the story left unturned.  I’ll be checking my kindle daily waiting for book 2, that is for sure.

– Grace

*An ARC was received for an honest review.








The next time I woke the window revealed darkness. I felt irritated, but wasn’t sure why. Maybe because the neurologist never came like he said he would. Maybe because I hurt. I hurt everywhere. Even my eyes.

Maybe the agitation came from seeing him. Why? Why was he there?

Why couldn’t he just go away? I gave him a dirty look and hit my call button.

Paxton nobly walked to my side. “I can help you. What do you need?”

I shoved his hand away from mine. With all my might, I tried to move.

Just rolling to my side caused excruciating pain. Pain like I had never felt in my life. At least not that I remembered.

My voice raised, yet it was faint. “I want out of this bed, I want to know what’s wrong with me, and I want you to go away. That’s what I need!”

Faded words was all that I could muster. It even pained me to raise my voice. My muscles didn’t work, and the ones that did, hurt too much to move.

“Seriously? Tears? Give me a fucking break,” Paxton said, arrogant tone and all.

I wanted to tell him off, tell him to go fuck himself. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they never formed in my mouth. The pain wouldn’t let them.

“What can we do for you, Gabriella?” Another new nurse asked. She moved around me, checking vitals and the drip in my I.V. while she spoke.

“I have to pee, and I need something for pain.”

“You have a catheter, but I can give you something for the pain. Tell me where the pain level is, one to ten.”

“Ten, more than ten. Oh, God. Give me something. Please,” I begged. My neck and shoulders hurt every time I moved my head, but I couldn’t help it. I was in unbearable pain, and nothing else was on my mind. I just wanted it to stop.

“Where’s the pain, Gabriella?”

“I don’t know. All over. My head, my neck, my back, my leg. It hurts everywhere. And it still feels like I have to pee.”

“Let me get you some Dilaudid. I’ll be right back.”

I squirmed as much as possible while I waited for relief, holding a flat hand over my face. Trying to squeeze the pain from my temples didn’t work at all. It still hurt.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. Just relax.” Soft words were whispered into my ear and Paxton’s warm body blanketed my chest. His hands moved around me and he held me close to him. The scent of “Stop fighting it, Gabriella. You’re only making it worse. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he said in a quiet tone while leaving soft kisses around my neck. It’s stupid, but it did feel like it helped, like maybe some of the pain was lifted.

Tears slid down both of my eyes and he kissed them away, shushing me with soft words. Confusing emotions flooded my body while I wept in the arms of a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, what to do, nothing. I knew nothing.




My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.


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