All Out of Love Blog Tour- Review & Excerpt

Hey everyone! Today I have a stop on the All Out of Love tour. This is a charming book and I really enjoyed it. There is my review of the book and an excerpt for you all!

All Out of Love
A Cupid Texas Novel
By: Lori Wilde

The second book in a dazzling new Cupid, Texas series by Lori Wilde. Welcome to Cupid, where every wish for love comes true…

For years, a small group of women in Cupid, TX, led by Millie Greenway, have taken it upon themselves to keep the Cupid legend alive. Now Millie has roped her four disbelieving granddaughters into joining the cause.

Lace Bettingfield knows for a fact that the Cupid legend is bogus. As a shy sixteen-year-old, she left a letter at the statue and got nothing in return but heaps of embarassment when her letter ended up printed in the school newspaper. But now the boy she longed for is back in town and Lace can't help wondering...what if?

My Review
Lace spent years getting over Pierce. When she was a teen a letter confessing her love to him was published for the whole school to see. Now as an adult she comes face to face with him again. She isn't the same person she was as a child but she still finds herself drawn to him. Pierce is back home to help take care of his father. He has been injured playing football and is surprised to see Lace all grown up. She doesn't fall all over him like other women do and he can't help notice she has grown up nicely. Besides helping his dad and getting better he wants to prove to Lace he isn't the same boy he used to be and help her save some of the town history.

Lace is the type of female character I love. She is a normal type person. She has been embarrassed before, hard working, can be sexy,smart and best of all to me she isn't one of those skinny perfect woman you usually read about. She shows her caring side many times in the book as well as how stubborn she can be. Pierce is the all American male. The one woman fantasize about and the men want to be. He is sexy, smart, caring  and most of the time not afraid to show his feelings. I love the interaction between these two.

This may be the second book in this series but I really enjoyed it. I can't tell that I missed a single thing not reading the first one. I fell right in love with this little town and know what small towns are like. Everyone knows everyone and knows everything you do or have done. It can be charming in some ways and annoying in others. The author did a great job writing this. You really get a feel for both the main characters and what they are going through on their life journeys. This book has some funny scenes that will have you laughing. I won't spoil anything but a closet scene really got me laughing. The story line is a good one and it draws you in. You want to keep reading to see what will happen not only to Lace and Pierce but his dad and the other characters as well. It has it's sexy moments as well as moments that keep you in suspense wondering if anything will happen and will they get together. It is a book that you will want to read again and again as it is a pleasure to read. I would recommend this to anyone who loves a lighthearted love story about two people that you can really feel for. I see this book as being one any time I need a pick me up I will pull this one out. The only bad thing I can say is I wanted more. The good thing about that is I have the first book to get and more in this series to look forward to.

5 out of 5 Stars

Millie Greenwood High School, Cupid, Texas, May 25th 2001
Dear Cupid,
I am crazy in love with my older brother’s best friend, Pierce Hollister! You should see him in his gym shorts when he’s out on the football field running sprints. OMG, he’s got the most amazing thighs. Of course that’s nothing compared to the way his butt looks in Wranglers. Be still my pounding heart!
And his eyes! Blue as the ocean.
He made direct eye contact with me once. It was a moment I will never, ever forget until my dying day. I’d dropped my books in the crowded hallway and I was fumbling to pick them up, when suddenly, out of nowhere, I see a pair of black cowboy boots and a hand reaching out to help me.
I looked up and it was him!
I got tingly all over and honest to God, I thought I was going to die right there on the spot! This is no ordinary boy. He’s the quarterback of the football team! He dates cheerleaders! His daddy owns the biggest rancher in Jeff Davis County and here he was helping me!
And I’m nobody. I’m pudgy (Mama calls me fluffy) and I wear glasses and I stutter. I’ve had speech therapy, but I still can’t speak without stammering and that is in a relaxed atmosphere. Believe me there was nothing relaxed about this. Every muscle in my body was tuned as tight as the strings on a concert violin and I couldn’t have said a word if my life depended on it.
His eyes met mine and he smiled.
Smiled! At me!
“Here you go,” he said, handing me my biology book (it had to be biology, didn’t it?) and our knuckles brushed. I don’t know how I kept from bursting into flames. “Have a nice day.”
And then he was gone, leaving his heavenly sunshine and leather scent lingering behind, as I stared after him with my mouth gaping open.
Pierce Hollister had smiled and touched my hand and said seven whole words. To me!
I have no chance with him. I know that. He’s a senior. I’m a freshman. He’s handsome as a movie star. Way out of my league. He’s filet mignon and I’m day-old bread. Okay, so I am a direct descendant of Millie Greenwood, but so are practically half the people in this town. It’s not a unique claim to fame.
It’s silly of me to wish and pine, I know. But Cupid, I just can’t stop thinking about him, no matter how much I try. Every night before I go to sleep, I imagine what it would feel like if he were holding me tight against his muscled chest, our hearts beating in perfect time together. Beating as if we were one.
That’s why I’m writing to you, Cupid. I’m miserable with love for him. I want him to love me back so badly that I can barely breathe. Please, Cupid, please let Pierce Hollister fall in love with me. I know I’ll have to wait for him. I am only fourteen after all and he’s got a girlfriend and a football scholarship to the University of Texas next year, but one day? Someday? Please!
–Yours in total despair, Hopelessly Tongue Tied
Lace Bettingfield stood frozen in freshman homeroom, half in the doorway, half out of it with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
Seated in front of her were seventeen students, and every single one of them was reading the current issue of the school newspaper, The Cupid Chronicle.
Ominously, hairs on the nape of her neck stood up.
The fact that everyone was reading—including the stoners and the jocks—was odd enough, but when they all looked up at her with what seemed to be perfectly choreographed smirks, Lace’s stomach took the express elevator to her Skechers.
In a split second, her gaze darted to the student nearest her. It was Toby Mercer, her biology lab partner.
Toby was six-foot-six, and weighed the same as Lace, a hundred and sixty-two pounds; on him the weight was gaunt, on her it was zaftig. He possessed strawberry blond hair and skin so pale it had earned the nickname Casper way back in kindergarten. She’d known him her entire life. His family lived just down the block from hers. She’d comforted him when kids had picked on him. They’d attended each other’s birthday parties. They’d dissected frogs together.
But right now, Toby was looking at her all narrow-eyed and smug, like she was a dilapidated barn and he was a wrecking ball.
She flicked her eyes from Toby’s face to the paper that he held in his hand and there it was.
Dear Cupid.
I am crazy in love with Pierce Hollister!
It was the letter she’d written to Cupid, her private letter that had never been meant for anyone’s eyes but her own, printed on the front page of the school newspaper!
Her letter. Front page. Declaring her love for Pierce.
How? How had this happened?
Unlike the tourists who came to Cupid, wrote letters to the Roman god of love and deposited them in the special letter box in the botanical gardens, (expecting them to be answered by the town’s volunteers and published in the weekly Cupid Chamber of Commerce circular) Lace had never intended for anyone to see this letter.
She’d written it in study hall three days earlier as she gazed out the window, watching the football team practice. She carefully folded the letter and tucked it into her side pocket of her notebook with every intention of burning it in the patio chiminea that weekend when her parents were out of town.
Reality hit her like a fist to the face.
Mary Alice.
Mary Alice Fant, her second cousin, who was also editor of The Cupid Chronicle. Pierce had recently dumped her for the head cheerleader, Desiree Hartford. Two nights ago, Mary Alice and her parents had come over to Lace’s house for dinner and at one point, Lace had caught Mary Alice snooping around in her bedroom.
Oh, God!
Now, everyone knew her about secret crush. Her life was ruined. Nausea splashed hot bile into her throat. Her entire body flushed hot as August in the Chihuahuan desert.
One heartbeat later, and the class erupted into a feeding frenzy.
“Do you imagine she calls out Pierce’s name when she’s touching herself?” sniggered Booth Randal, a smart-assed stoner who spent the bulk of his time in detention.
“P…pa…pa…pa…Pierce,” another boy stuttered in a fake falsetto, “Yo…yo…yo…you…ma…ma…make me so hot.”
Moaning and breathing heavily, the two boys pretended to kiss and fondle each other, while the other students hurled derisive catcalls like stones.
“Poor me,” wailed Tasha Stuart, whose mother worked in the teller cage next to Lace’s at Cupid National Bank. “I’m sooo in love with the most popular boy in school and he doesn’t know I exist.”
“Who knows,” someone else called out. “She might stand a chance. Pierce could be a closet chubby chaser.”
“Na…na…na…not unless she can sta…sta…stop stutt…stutt…stuttering.” Toby stabbed her in the back.
“Yeah, who wants a girl whose tongue is hopelessly tied?”
“One day. Someday.”
“Please, Cupid, please, please, please.”
The words slapped her harder than any physical blow. She knew these people. Was related to some of them. Had thought many of them were her friends, but they’d turned on her like hyenas.
The only one who looked at her with anything other than ridicule, was Pierce’s younger brother Malcolm. He slunk down in his seat, pulled his collar up, sunk his chin to his chest, and kept his eyes trained on his hands folded atop his desk. He was embarrassed for her humiliation.
Blindly, Lace spun on her heels, and almost crashed into the teacher, Mr. Namon.
He put up his palms, “Whoa slow down, what’s going on here Miss Bettingfield?”
Head ducked Lace shoved past him, and fled down the corridor.
But there was no sanctuary here.
The hallways were lined with students, several of them holding copies of The Cupid Chronicle. Some laughed. Some pointed. Some made lewd gestures. Some threw out more catcalls. A goth girl was slyly singing, “Crush,” a song about a stalker.
Everyone was going to think she was a stalker.
“Hey, Tongue Tied, drop thirty pounds and maybe you can land your dream man.”
“Reality check. No guy like Pierce could ever love someone like you.”
“Yes, he touched your hand, but I heard he washed it off in Lysol afterward.”
Lace plastered her hands over her ears, willed herself not to cry, but it was too late, tears were already streaming hotly down her cheeks.
Nightmare. It was a living nightmare.
And just as in a nightmare everything moved in slow motion. It felt as if she was trying to run through knee-deep mud. Her lungs squeezed tight. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to beat right out of her chest.
Good. If her heart beat out of her chest she would be dead.
It seemed to take hours to traverse that hallway. She kept her head down, didn’t once make eye contact. She was headed for the exit, desperate to find a place to lick her wounds.
The morning sun glinted against the metal bar in the middle of the exit door. Almost there. Salvation was just a few steps away. She rushed forward, her legs breaking through the slow-motion morass.
Her hand hit the bar and she gave a hard shove.
But fate, that vicious bitch, wasn’t done with her yet.
The door smacked into something solid. Someone was coming in at the same time she was trying to get out. Trapped. She was trapped. No exit. Knock ‘em down if you have to. Just get the hell out of here.
She raised her head and found herself staring into Pierce Hollister’s blue eyes.
Her heart literally stopped and a whimper escaped her lips.
For Mary Alice to print her letter in the school paper was a horrible betrayal. The bullying by classmates that she thought she knew was unbearable. Breaking down and crying in front of everyone was humiliating, but nothing that had happened to her that morning was as bad as what was written on Pierce’s handsome face.
Utter, abject pity.
Buy Links 

Author Info
LORI WILDE is the New York Times bestselling author of more than sixty books. A former RITA finalist, Lori has received the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion, the Booksellers Best, the National Readers’ Choice, and numerous other honors. She lives in Texas, with her husband and a wide assortment of pets. Lori teaches Romance Writing Secrets via the internet through colleges and universities worldwide at Visit her at www.loriwilde.comor @LoriWilde on Twitter.

Lori’s Links: 
twitter handle is @LoriWilde

Cupid Texas Series
Love at First Sight Release Date May 28th, 2013
All Out of Love Release Date June 25th, 2013

You can check out the rest of the tour at the following link!


  1. Thank you for hosting today. Fabulous Review! and YES, the closet scene was funny, yet kinda sad!!

    1. Yes it was. I hope to see more of the other two involved in that scene.

  2. Thank you so much for having me here. I'm honored!


    1. Thank you so much for stopping by. I loved the book!

    2. Thank you Pam! I appreciate it.



I love comments and will try to always reply!