Break the Line – Allison Mullinax

Break the Line

Break the Line Book Synopsis:
As a pro-fisherman, Benson Howell’s days are spent on murky lake water, reeling in largemouth bass and winning first place trophies. At twenty-nine, life is easy and carefree. His only job is to stay in the top rankings during the fishing circuit, and keep the sponsors happy. That is, until he meets hot tempered, fiery haired Danni-Rose in small-town Alabama. He has never backed down from anything too big to reel in.

Danni-Rose has spent the past six years of her life burying her past. When Benson Howell literally plows his boat right into her life, armed with simmering anger, she fights the current pulling her closer to him. With a past she can’t let go of, and the sexy fisherman breaking down all her walls, Danni-Rose does everything she can to break the line connecting her to Benson.

Will Danni-Rose be able to let go of the past?  Can Benson change her mind about him? Or will they both miss the catch of a lifetime?


I found this to be a sweet story. This was the first book I read based around career fishers. I really liked the many dimensions that Danni-Rose had as a main character, especially her compassion. Benson was pretty stand up guy, again Mullinax gave him great complexity which made the two characters bonds enjoyable to read. I was suprised that the book was only seventeen chapters. I thought the story could have been expanded further, as it did feel a little rushed at time. Overall I like the story, the setting and the way it was written.

Rating: 3/5

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I also have an excerpt from publisher! You can also purchase the book from Amazon, Kobo, Itunes plus Barnes and Noble.

Excerpt from CHAPTER 7

I’m almost afraid to ask. But not afraid enough. “Is it something I can be a part of?” I ask. She pauses, taking a deep breath. She pulls her head from my shoulder and stares at my face, deciding something. And just before her lips part to speak, the faint humming of a cell phone catches her attention. I slap at my thigh, realizing it’s my phone vibrating in my pocket.

“I’m sorry.” I look at her as I hold my cell phone up. “It’s Jess.” She waves her hand toward the phone signaling for me to answer it.

“This better be good,” I say into the cell.

“Good news, the boat should be ready by Tuesday. The sponsor paid for a faster delivery, and there’s no telling what amount they forked out to the mechanic. He sure seemed giddy as hell. They want you in Georgia this week. They need you at the Elite, it’s supposed to be a big turnout,” he says, and for some reason I feel panic instead of elation.

“Hmm. I see.”

“You see?”

“I don’t know, man, I was kinda enjoying the break,” I say, and it causes Danni to take another long drink from her bottle. She holds it up in the air and points inside, asking if I want another. I shake my head yes, and she takes off toward the kitchen.

“Where are you?” Jess asks, and I let the silence speak for itself. “You gotta be shittin’ me? You think that redhead is worth losing a first-place win over?”

“Her name is Danni.”

“Well, her name isn’t $10,000, I know that much!” he says loudly into the phone.

“All I’m saying is I need a break.”

“No, what you’re saying is you want to get laid.”

“Watch it,” I growl, my voice low with warning.

“You’re paying for my hotel the rest of this week. And you’re calling the sponsors because I’m not dealing with it. And you’re also buying me some more goddamn bug spray because the mosquitos in this town are as big of a pain in my ass as you are,” he says, ending the phone call. I laugh and shove my phone back into my pocket when Danni comes back through the door.

“Everything ok?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Just Jess, keeping me updated on the boat repairs.” She takes my hand and pulls me up from the swing, and walks backward down the steps, tugging me along. She has a mischievous expression on her face that has my heart rate spiking.

“Where are we going?”

“Walk with me,” she says. I keep her hand in mine, and we make our way around the back of her house, and she points toward a trail carved into the wooded hills.

Here is a little bit about the Author:

North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.

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