Friday, April 29, 2016

Book Tour Review: When I'm With You by Harper Sloan

WHEN I'M WITH YOU


Nate:

It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.

Emberlyn:

The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones.

Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave.

Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.

He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.

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REVIEW: 4.5 STARS
"My head collided with my heart."

Ok.....this book!!! Once again, Harper has written a story that sucks you into the world of alpha males and the women they love. I am not entirely sure how to break this down and explain it to you, other than this book was a very smooth read and I didn't put the book down once! I LOVED IT!!  I giggled, I swooned and I squirmed. Hot is a good word to put to this. Nate is so damn hot. Like, deliciously HOTAnd Maddox? Hahahahahaha!!! Ember is HIS daughter, so you just know that there will be some drama involved. Hahahaha!!! I have always loved Maddox.

So many things to bring up.....young love, lessons learned, hearts broken and mistakes made. But mixed into this storyline is heartfelt emotion, redemption and true love. I adored Ember and her strength. I craved Nate and his dominance. We have all read the CS guys (if not, what are you thinking??) and how alpha macho they are. But Nate was a degree cooler and sexier, in my opinion. He was very dominant and very protective of Ember, with less crazy. Hahaha!! I am not sure how to say that, other than he was PERFECT!! He just made me smile a goofy smile while I was reading this book. Seriously, he was perfect. I am officially stating that Nate is my FAVORITE character out of ALL of her books. I have read every.single.book of hers and I have never been let down, so....yeah. <sigh> I love Nate....so so much.

Now, I have to say the chemistry between these two was white-hot. The sexy times were panty-melting. The conversations were fierce. The love was there and the need to be together was powerful. I really loved this book!! This wasn't an angsty book by any means, which is generally what I crave and makes me love a story, but this one was a strong love that was built from the ground up with pure honest feelings from a young age. These innocent feelings grew exponentially, but it wasn't without turmoil. Their love grew so perfectly and I couldn't get enough of their story. The story flowed wonderfully and the characters were very strong.

With all of the angst ridden romance books out there, When I'm With You was my perfect pallet cleanser. This was a seductive romance with all the swoon and heat that the romance lover in me craves. It definitely left me satisfied and complete. 

"Check. Fucking. Mate."
~BEE

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Bleeding Love

When I'm With You

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◆ EXCERPT 
“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips. 

“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands. 

“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up to explode. 

“Fuck!” he roars.

Before I realize what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs. 

He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.

And his eyes are focused downward.

If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need. 

The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.

It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.”

“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

“No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.” 

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.


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~MEET HARPER SLOAN~
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero­­the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

EXCERPT AND BLITZ: Come Undone - The Cityscape Series by Jessica Hawkins

HANDS DOWN, THIS IS MY TOP FAVORITE SERIES I HAVE EVER READ. I HAVE READ SOME AMAZING BOOKS, BUT THIS ONE HAS STUCK WITH ME SINCE I READ IT BACK IN 2013. 

Come Undone
The Cityscape Series

EXCERPT
As the elevator ascended, David’s body seemed to grow bigger, his bearing predatory. I was his cornered prey—and he was about to strike. After a charged moment, he nodded at the doors. “Go on.” In my thickening haze of anticipation, I hadn’t even noticed our arrival at the penthouse. “We’re late for a very important date,” he said.

“And what date is that?” I asked as we stepped off.

“You, me and nothing else. Leave everything at the door.” He unlocked the apartment and held it open so I could pass through before him. As I did though, he snatched my elbow. “I said everything.”

Over my shoulder, my gaze met his brown eyes, dark and lusty. He let the door slam to merge his body against my backside, gripping my shoulders roughly in his hands. “I’ve been crazy for you all day,” he rasped in my ear. “And although I love this nude dress, I want it off. Now.” He dragged the zipper down and dropped to his knees. I gasped when his lips touched the base of my spine. His hands skated up my exposed back and slid over my shoulders, releasing the gown so it slumped at my feet. They came around to my front, where he spread his fingers across my stomach. A moan vibrated against the small of my back, sending a shiver up to my shoulders. 

He stood and wrapped an arm around my chest, his hardness pressing against my spine. 

His other hand dropped to pull me open by my inner thigh and touch me through my underwear. I was panting, swaying when he released me suddenly. “Jesus,” he muttered. 

“I can’t control myself with you.”

Through oversized windows, the city glow lent the only light to the room as he circled in front of me. I put my hand in his and stepped out of the dress, following as he led me down the stairs into the sunken living room. 

“Keep those on,” he instructed, motioning to my new black stilettos. He removed his blazer and lit the fireplace as my body, alive with desire, wavered unsteadily in the four-inch heels. He emptied his pockets onto a side table and removed his Rolex. He undid his bowtie slowly with his hooded eyes fixed on me. His limbs, strong and brawny, moved fluidly as he shed clothing. I wanted to learn the contours of his body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue. And when he looked at me that way, like it was the first time, I could barely help from melting at his feet.


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SERIES REVIEW: 5 STARS

I started this series on Wednesday and finished them ALL by Thursday night.....I could NOT put them down! Seriously had me addicted from the get go. I devoured these books...devoured. This is a superbly written story about temptation, forbidden love and the consequences. It really makes you feel the emotion and really 'see' the other side of the story. But, it is also a story of love and commitment, nurturing and growth.

Adultery is a very sticky subject and probably not an easy one to write in the POV of the adulterer. We always see the broken hearted one that is damaged and has to move on from it....I have never read one from this POV, but I honestly loved it. I found myself rooting them on. Now, before I get blasted for this, let me explain a little better. Temptation is a very real threat out there.....always has been, always will be. My personal feelings on this subject are that if you are happy, you don't see the connection or feel it and you are able to move on from it. If you have cracks in the foundation, temptation can filter in.....it happens. The best part about this series was that it wasn't written with a weak hero or heroine. Both were very strong characters and had lives seemingly on track, so this really was a great story to read. This was a very strong story, written with great depth and real, true emotions.

Olivia is married to Bill....and they have been for 3 years. We got to see the beginnings of their relationship and how they met and got together. Their lives are mixed with college friends, functions and good times…they are a busy couple. However, Bill had plans. He wanted to make a future with his wife, move into the “married” life and grow up. I could start to see the breaks and the cracks subtly mentioned in passing and how they affected the big picture. I even remember not really 'liking' Bill, but he wasn't a bad guy, per se. I just didn't feel the connection between him and Olivia.  

David Dylan is a powerful man….he is alpha personified. He is the bachelor all the women swoon over and want to meet. There is a deeper side to David that we get to meet, a deeper real person that has goals, wants and needs. His ambience just oozes control, protection and sexiness. He made my heart melt and swoon….OMG!

It's no secret that I love alpha male stories....one of my favorites. But I also really enjoy a very angsty book, and THIS one definitely fit the bill. David Dylan is a very sexy and hot alpha male that has his head on straight and his eyes on his prize. One chance meeting....one look, that's all it took for David and Olivia. I felt swept up into their world….their all-encompassing powerful love. There was an amazing and intense draw to each other and it really was palpable; the feelings and emotions were very well written. I hurt for her, I felt elation and happiness for her and I felt confusion with her.*I FELT IT ALL AND LOVED IT!!*

This was a single POV from Olivia's standpoint, and seeing ONE side allowed me to focus on her feelings and David's feelings. We got to see the reactions and emotions from the other characters play out, but it focused on hers. I felt very connected to her and was able to see her warring with herself, see her feelings come alive, and see her break down. We really get the full circle of emotions....and even the ending finished off as it should have.

I truly loved this series and really feel that the love in this story, the powerful pull and passionate magnetism between these two, was amazing to read. I just felt wrapped up in their intense relationship and I immersed myself in it. I loved it! I found myself holding my breath at times, biting my finger and smiling *SO* much! Ahhh!! It was intense beyond intense! The author showed the breakdown in communication, the loss of friendships and the growth of others…..I loved seeing the flow of life and the changes that take place over time. And the angst….she had a handle on that and could really write some sexy scenes!! I can liken this to not really a book hangover…..but more like a series hangover. I just enjoyed it so much. <3

Excellent story. Excellent Alpha. Excellent love.

5 powerful and passionate stars.
~BEE

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~MEET JESSICA HAWKINS~
Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California.

She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that's what you'll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.

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I love all things Jessica....I have since I met her in October 2013 and I have loved every book she has written. I cannot suggest enough that you read The Cityscape Series and her Night Fever Series.
~BEE

Monday, April 25, 2016

Book Review: Wicked Need by Sawyer Bennett



WICKED NEED

Rand Bishop’s dreams of Olympic gold were shattered years ago but he’s left that all behind, settling into a new career and lifestyle that would make any man jealous. While he may not be competitively racing down the ski slopes anymore, he’s just as happy getting his rocks off as a Fantasy Maker for The Silo. 

He’s good at what he does. 
Damn good. 

But while life couldn’t be better for Rand, it seems to be falling apart for Catherine Lyons Vaughn, the dark haired, brown-eyed beauty that has captivated an entire sex club. 

Having spent years degrading herself on her husband’s whim and now left destitute after his death, Catherine has hit rock bottom. With nothing but her body to peddle, Catherine is merely trying to figure out how to survive in a harsh, cruel world. Lucky for her, Rand has taken her under his tattooed wing, and he’s determined to give her a safe life where she can be the woman she was always meant to be. 

Now all Catherine has to do is believe she deserves the chance.


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REVIEW: 4 STARS

"Well, I think we're a little north of roommates, a little east of friendship, and probably a little south of fuck buddies."

In true Sawyer Bennett fashion: once again, she has written a story that made me fall in love with another man. Another one!! I love her men....but my bed is getting full. HAHAHA! She also has the ability to make me change my previously felt opinions on someone I didn't necessarily want to! I wasn't too sure how I was going to accept this love story between Cat and Rand. You see, I had already formed an opinion on Catherine from the previous story, Wicked Lust, so I wasn't sure how THIS one was going to work. I already knew I loved Rand from what I had previously read and learned about him. Little did I know...

I feel like this book was Rand's story, but it was just as much Catherine's too. Duh, you say? Yeah....BUT!! We knew Rand from Wicked Lust, and all his "kinky fuckery". How could you not fall in love with him? How could you not want to know more about him?? This was a gimme to me. Completely. But Catherine? Catherine was a story in herself. While I didn't necessarily have warm fuzzy feelings for her after meeting her in Wicked Lust, getting to know her in this capacity was very rewarding. She was a very broken girl and the way SB told this story, it allowed me to soften around the edges for her and a few parts really made me smile and I got the chills as well. The hard part to admit: I didn't like her lack of self esteem, or her inability to accept Rand's love. This was probably the hardest part for me to read. I wanted to shake her. I wanted to scream at her!!! UGH!!! But, I had to realize that as broken as she was, she wasn't going to magically be strong and confident. So, again....SB told the story just right and allowed me to see her growth. I love her stories. She always makes me enjoy my read. 

And RAND!!? <HOT> <SEXY> <Fuckable Rand> YES!!! He is the embodiment of PURE SEXY and DELICIOUS. Seriously, ALL MAN. This book was SO FREAKING SEXY and HOT. This story will definitely make you squirm!! YUMMY. He always went above and beyond to make Catherine feel loved and accepted for who she is and what she has been through. He is just sigh worthy. 

So freaking sexy....

And by giving me a look into the NEXT book, I can't freaking wait!!!!!! Logan has a defnite story to tell and I will be the first in line to grab it!
~BEE


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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sawyer Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for a Fortune 100 company which lets him fly all over the world while she stays at home with their daughter and three big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

Sawyer is the author of several contemporary romances including the popular Off Series, the Legal Affairs Series, the Last Call Series and the Carolina Cold Fury Hockey Series.

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When I'm With You is LIVE!!!



WHEN I'M WITH YOU

Nate:

It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.


Emberlyn:

The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones.

Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave.

Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.

He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.


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When I'm With You

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◆ EXCERPT 
“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips. 

“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands. 

“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up to explode. 

“Fuck!” he roars.

Before I realize what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs. 

He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.

And his eyes are focused downward.

If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need. 

The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.

It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.”

“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

“No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.” 

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.


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~MEET HARPER SLOAN~
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero­­the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Crave Me by M Robinson has a COVER!!!

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CRAVE ME

◆ SYNOPSIS 
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home. 

What if home was what you're running from? 

Where did that leave you? 

Always on the other side of the fence. 

Always looking in. 

Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be. 

Until one day you meet her. 

The one. 

She was my high, but she was also... 

My demise.

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Colors blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few timesand just like that…

I saw her face. 

As if she was standing right in front of me. 

Smiling. 
Happy. 
Laughing. 
My whole world…
My girl.

I felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving to fucking love her. 

“I’m sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to believe me. 

Aching for her to love me again like she used to.

I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes, subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze. 

It was too powerful.
It was too vivid.

I grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I urged with desperation in my tone. 

Still nothing.
I tried again and again and again. 

I would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer. 

To talk to me. 
To save me. 
To crave me.

Time just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray. 

“What?!” she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?” 

“Mi cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief. 

She ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time. 

My heaven.

“What do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this anymore!” 

I shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time where she didn’t hate me. 

“I remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just happened. 

My nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. 

“I remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you remember what my love feels like?” 

I heard her faintly breathing.

“Do you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”

Silence. 

“I love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see that? I’m dying without you.” 

“No, Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say that.

“The first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 

More silence.

“I had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine. Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.” 

She sniffled into the phone. 

“I made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”

“I can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.

“I kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real. For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing I can’t give you.”


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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Excerpt for Marry Screw Kill by Liv Morris


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“When drowning, one grabs the first lifeline thrown without regard to who holds the rope.” 

James silences his blaring alarm clock in the early morning darkness of our bedroom. He falls back on the bed with a sigh as I face the wall, feigning sleep. 

Not moving a muscle, I wait for what comes next. He’ll either get out of bed or climb on top of me. When I sense a slight movement from his side of the bed, I hold my breath.

“Come here, Harlow.” His hand curls around my waist and he rolls my body over to face him. Morning sex it is. He pushes away the tangled bed hair covering my eyes as I blink the sleep from them. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He kisses my forehead with a soft brush of his lips. 

“Morning,” I reply in a sleepy, hoarse voice. He pulls down the twisted covers and exposes our naked bodies. His gaze travels over me, lingering on his favorite spots—ones he knows very well.

“What a sight to wake up to.” He hovers above my body and looks down at me with hooded eyes. “My day is always better when I start it inside you. Now, spread those long legs so I can fuck you.” 

I part my legs and my day begins...


MARRY, SCREW, KILL

There are two men in my life.

I'm marrying one, want to screw the brains out of another, and by the time this story is complete, you may want to kill someone.

Marry Screw Kill

The choices are still pending...






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USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing. 

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