Friday, February 26, 2016

Book Tour Review for Undo Me by M Robinson


I met her when I was sixteen. 

I fell in love with her when I was seventeen. 

She brought me to my knees when I was twenty. 

I loved her against reason.

I loved her against hope.

I loved her against all odds. 

Now she's back, a constant reminder of what I lost, what could have been.

I hate her. 

I resent her.

I still love her. 

Can I forgive her... 

Will she be my end once again or my beginning?

◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     
"She broke my heart, and yet there I was willingly waiting for her to do it again."

Holy cow....I don't even know where to begin right now, besides saying this was my FAVORITE book in this series so far!!!! I was so addicted to the angst and the panty-melting intensity between Dylan and Aubrey. The emotions were off the chart. On point. So good. Just right. Wow. 

Dylan was an asshole....and he didn't care that everyone knew it. But as much of an asshole as he was, he was sigh-worthy perfect. I loved everything about him. His mouth. His charm. His wit. His sexy body, hair, and smile. Yes....all of it. Check it off the list!! I was smitten with him immediately! He was a natural alpha, through and started young and only got better with age. So HOT. Even thought we got to see him in Complicate Me and Forbid Me, the inside scoop of his love with Aubrey was *shaking my head trying to explain* amazing. It was a love that sparked and kept on heating up. Oh my gosh...just to get you to try to understand. INTENSE. Ok? Intense.

This book literally had me on the edge of my seat. I chatted with a friend about this book since we were both reading it at the same time and I told her what was going to happen around 27%. I called it....BUT, even though I thought I knew what was going to happen, to watch it play out and to read it as it was happening was insanity. A love like theirs is not unheard of, but you don't see it every day and to go through everything they did was undeniably heartbreaking. At one point, I asked myself, 'what the f*ck did I just read???' Yes. I was literally sick to my stomach while reading a part that made me flinch. I felt more while reading this book than I did the first two combined...and I liked those books. My heart....I don't know what it can handle anymore. This one broke me.

I loved the fact that this book took place and worked in 'real time' along with the other books before progressing beyond what we saw in the first two books. M Robinson did a great job working this story in with everything else that was happening/happened and we got to see yet another angle. I am a true fan.....all the same timeframes, just multiple angles from different couples.

Dylan and Aubrey had a special bond. I just want to say that even though they were young, they grew up with heartbreak, trials and tribulations....but they kept on. Their bond was unbreakable. It was cohesive. It was persistent. It was durable. Until it wasn't anymore. The heartbreak was SO good to read. I sound evil, but I loved seeing the strength in not only Dylan's character, but in Aubrey's as well. She had a very resilient character that was put through a special kind of hell that she did NOT deserve. Heartbreaking.....lonely.....agonizing on every conceivable level. This book shook me to my core. To have this unfathomable connection that ran so deep only to be ripped up and tossed away by a series of events they had NO control over? Oh my gosh. So very well written. I felt all the pain and sacrifice through Aubrey's eyes, as well as Dylan's. I am still shaking my head. Read this book. I can't say enough how good this book was. So good. 

Just. Like. That.

"Shhh...feel my heart."
◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     


He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each other. 

So intense. 

So consuming. 

So mind-blowing. 

In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him. 

I wanted his touch, I wanted his kiss, I wanted his taste, I wanted all his movements, all his adoration and his love, all his devotion, his laugh, his smile, everything, anything. 

Every. Last. Part.


I reached for the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it away from his body and he let me. I touched the pulse of his neck, down to his heart, passed his taut abs until I reached his belt. The warmth and velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterfly feeling never got old. It was becoming one of my favorite feelings. 

A feeling only he could ignite in me.

I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand, stopping me. 

“Are you sure?” he huskily rasped, my favorite sound in the world. 

Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in my heart, tell him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and only his, how much I wanted him to undo me. 

Own me. 

He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Suga’ once I start there will be no going back. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch of your flesh… until I’m etched so far into your heart that you’ll never be able to touch your skin and not feel me.”

With wide eyes I swallowed hard and breathed out, “Promise?”


He let go of my hand and I unclasped his belt, next were his slacks, pulling them apart and lowering the zipper. Before I could touch him where I really wanted to, where I had been craving since the second I saw him in his black tuxedo, he slapped my hand away. 

“This isn’t about me. This is about you.” 

His gaze set me on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having him look at me like that. Knowing I never wanted him to stop looking at me in that way, the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the world, like I was the only girl in the world. He had my heart in his hands, to do what he pleased with.

I knew right then and there that I would never be able to go without him.

He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own world. His body fell forward and mine backward, pushing me further into my mattress. My legs spread wider and he readily lay in between them, placing all his weight on his arms that were cradling my face. The room was dim, but I could sense him everywhere and all at once. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aubrey. So damn beautiful,” he groaned into the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage and toward my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hand caressed my other breast, leaving me withering beneath him. Chills running up and down my waiting body. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and he obliged. I could feel his erection on my wet core as he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my heat, creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over. 

I sucked in my bottom lip to conceal the moan that was about to escape. 

“Darlin’, I want you to make every fucking noise possible. Do you understand me?” 

I moaned in response and it earned me a forceful yet tender caress of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves and within minutes my legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He effortlessly made his way down my body, pushing his fingers into my opening and sucking on my nub in a back and forth motion. My hands immediately gripped his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my breathing faltered.

“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted myself all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing. He knew my body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he memorized every last curve. 

I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom as he kicked off his slacks and boxer briefs. I watched with fascinated eyes as he rolled it up his big, hard cock, barely being able to contain my need for his body to once again be on top of mine. 

He kissed me again, giving me exactly what I craved and placed the tip of his dick at my opening. 

“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.



Other books in the series:

◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     ◆     

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. 

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. 

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.



No comments:

Post a Comment