Release Blitz: Bastard By J.L. Perry

My name is Carter Reynolds. I was born a bastard and I’ll die a bastard. I learnt it at a young age, and nothing and nobody can change that. I’m on a one-way path of destruction, and god help anyone who gets in my way. I hate my life. Actually, I hate pretty much everything.


That’s until I meet the kid next door. Indi-freakin’-ana. My dislike for her is instant. From the moment I lay eyes on her, she ignites something within me. She makes me feel things I thought I was incapable of feeling. I don’t like it, not one bit. When she looks at me with her big, beautiful, haunting, green eyes, it’s like she can see into the depths of my soul. It freaks me the hell out. She’s like sunshine and rainbows in my world of gloom and doom. I hate sunshine and rainbows.

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I’m Indiana Montgomery, my friends call me Indi. Despite losing my mum at the age of six, I have a wonderful life and great friends. My dad more than makes up for the fact that I only have one parent. I’m his little girl, the centre of his world. I adore him.

When Carter Reynolds moves in next door, my life takes a turn for the worse. He’s gorgeous—sinfully hot, but that’s where my compliments end. He seems hell bent on making my life miserable. He acts tough, but when I look into his eyes I don’t see it. I see hurt and pain. To me, he seems lost.

I should hate him for the way he treats me, but surprisingly I don’t. If anything, I feel sorry for him. I want to help him find peace. Help him find the light that I know is buried somewhere within his darkness, but, he won’t have a bar of it.

He’s warned me time and time again to stay away, but I can’t. I’m drawn to him for some reason. He’s always referring to himself as a bastard. That may be true, but to me, he’s more like a beautifully, misunderstood bastard. Whether he likes it or not, I refuse to give up on him.

It is amazing how one little word can not only hurt more than any physical blow ever could,  but can shape the way we view ourselves.  Bitch. Slut. Whore. Bastard.  Any of those worse are damaging on their own when they are said in hate, anger, or purposely to inflict pain.  This time the word bastard had a double meaning, it unfortunately meant a baby born to unwed parents and someone acting so nasty and mean they are called a bastard.  But to a five year old boy, that one word would shape him until he allowed his heart to be owned by someone who loved him for who he truly was deep inside, not because of a title given by assholes. 
Bastard had me crying, laughing, wanting to punch not only Carter, but the people who ever made him feel like he was less than he was.  I also at times wanted to punch Indi a couple of times as well.  Carter could be an asshole, a bastard, a total shithead at times, but deep down once he was able to heal and open his heart you got to see the true side of who Carter is.  Indi, lord girl you could make a nun want to beat you at times.  While I overall loved her character, there were plenty of times that I just wanted to slap her silly.  Maybe it is because I am not as uptight when it comes to certain things, but eventually I did come to love her. 
Bastard reminded me of some of my favorite books, one about a bully who loved the girl next door, one about a girl who has cancer and fights to live, and many about love winning out overall when the odds sometimes are stacked against you.   I am impressed by this author’s writing and will be checking out more from her in the future, that is a guarantee.


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Leaning forward, so my face is only inches from hers, I say, “I can see that.” Her pupils dilate and I hear her breath hitch. I immediately know my effect on her hasn’t diminished either. It takes everything in me not to pull her into my arms and squeeze the fucking life out of her. Why did I leave it so long to see her? Just being near her again, makes me feel alive. “It’s good to see you again, Indi.”

“Well, the feeling’s not mutual,” she says. She’s lying, I can tell. Her body language is saying the complete opposite to her words. She’s still a stubborn arse I see. My eyes leave hers, gazing down at her lips. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of those lips over the past five years. Too many to count. I want to kiss her so bad my fucking chest aches. I let my eyes drop a little lower. First I see is the necklace I bought her. I can’t believe she’s still wearing it. It has me smiling like a damn fool. You have no idea what seeing that means to me.

I watch her chest rise and fall as her breathing quickens. She can deny it all she wants, but she’s affected by me. “My eyes are up here, buddy,” she spits. I want to laugh at her comment. I love her smart mouth. I’m glad this part of our relationship hasn’t changed.

Underneath the material of her white top, I can see a hint of her white lace bra covering the swell of her breast. It gives me an idea. I can’t help myself. I lift the sponge in my hand until it’s hovering over her tits. I hear her gasp when she realises what I’m about to do. I clench my fist tight, the water drips out. It soaks into the fabric of her top, making it transparent. Her nipples harden and so does my cock. Christ. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I swear I could break diamonds with this fucker.

Peeling my gaze from her spectacular rack, I make eye contact with her again. I’m feeling quite pleased with myself, but that feeling doesn’t last long. The anger I see in her eyes is not what I’m expecting. When did she lose her sense of humour? I guess I should’ve known from past experience, when it comes to her, I’m playing with fire. Especially since she has five years of pent up anger inside her, towards me.

This is one time I’m not anticipating her next move. So when it comes, I’m totally taken by surprise. She raises her right leg slightly, and then ‘BOOM’. She knees me fair smack in the nuts. Hard. Jesus fucking Christ.

All the air gushes from my lungs as pain radiates through my whole body. My dick goes instantly limp. Fuck, I think she just killed it. I’m pretty sure my boys are now lodged somewhere in my throat.

A feral, high pitched sound escapes me as I fall to my knees in agony. “Stay the fuck away from me arsehole,” she spits, as she turns and runs inside.

Somebody call an ambulance, I think I’m gonna die.

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**VOTED BEST NEW AUTHOR FOR 2014 IN AUSROM TODAY’S READERS CHOICE AWARDS**
 

J L Perry is a mother and a wife. She was born in Sydney, Australia in 1972, and has lived there her whole life. Her love of reading, from a young age, gave her the passion to write. My Destiny was originally written for her sister, in 2013. It was never intended to be published. However, after finishing this book, she felt there was still a lot of Brooke and Logan’s story left to tell. This inspired her to write My Forever. With the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided to follow her dream and become a published Author.

That dream was realised on the 6th of June, 2014.

My Destiny is her debut novel in the Destiny Series. My Forever is the conclusion to this book. Her third book Damaged – Jacinta’s Story was released October 15th, 2014. This is a stand alone book, but is based on a character in My Forever. Her fourth book Against All Odds, is a stand alone book, as well, but part of the Destiny Series. Due to be released on the 27th May, 2015. She’s also currently writing a fifth book, a standalone, that will be released later in the year. It’s called ‘A Beautiful Bastard’. This is NOT part of the Destiny Series.

J L’s love of romance and happy endings makes a perfect combination when it comes to writing her beautiful love stories.

Her hobbies include reading, writing, drinking wine, shopping, listening to music, and anything artistic or creative. She loves spending time with her family, friends and her dog when she isn’t writing. She also loves being outdoors and travelling and exploring the world.


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Blog Tour: Hold On By Kristen Ashley

Since she was young, Cher Rivers knew she was not the kind of girl who got what she wanted. A girl who could hope. A girl who could dream. She knew a happily ever after just wasn’t in the cards for her.

In love for years with the last bastion of the ‘burg’s eligible bachelors, Garrett Merrick, Cher worked hard at making him laugh. Being one of the guys. Having him in her life the only way she could. All this knowing he was in love with another woman.

The Merrick Family is known for loving deep. So when Cecelia Merrick was murdered, it marked the Merricks in a way none of them recovered. Both Cecelia’s children found love. Both turned their backs on it. But Garrett “Merry” Merrick knew in his soul the woman he divorced years ago was the one for him.

Until the night when Cher took Garrett’s back and things changed. The Merrick family loves deep. They also protect fiercely. And with his eyes finally open, Garrett sees the woman who truly is for him and he goes after her.

It is always an emotional thing when a favorite series comes to an end.  It is even more emotional when the author has the ability to completely draw you into her worlds, make you feel like you are a part of the family, like what you are reading isn’t just words on paper, but that it is real.  Kristen Ashley has been able to do all of those things and more for me ever since I first discovered her books years ago.  When I was told I was selected for an ARC I was at the street fair, so totally something the Queen herself would be doing, I literally danced in the street embarrassing my husband.  He just didn’t understand the excitement I had for Hold On being on my kindle before most of my friends.

Hold On brings us full circle.  We met Cher in For You when she was the girlfriend of the psycho who was after February, we learned then that she had no idea what was going on and her luck with men really sucked.  What we didn’t know was that beneath that tough girl exterior, was someone who had been burned by love more than once that she felt she wasn’t good enough for her own happily ever after. 
Garrett, aka Merry we know has gone through his own hurt.  He lost the love of his life when he pushed her away and divorced her.  If you have read Golden Trail you know what happened to cause this but you don’t know it all.  When Merry finds out his ex is moving on for good he doesn’t take it well and ends up at the bar where Cher is tending that night.  He knows his friend will be there for him.  Sometimes though, the person who you thought was the absolute one for you, the only one you would ever want ends up being the wrong person.  It just takes something to happen to open up your eyes to see what is right in front of you.
The first 6% of the book had my feeling so many emotions; I had tears in my eyes for Cher after a certain scene. I wanted to just take her in my arms and say you are worthy of love.  My heart hurt for her, my eyes stung with tears and I wished I could have taken that hit away from her.  I wanted to hate Merry after that, for causing that pain.  I’ve felt pain like that and I never want anyone, even a character in a book, to feel that type of pain.  Merry does redeem himself in my eyes; it actually took me longer than any other of Ms. Ashley’s other males to win me over after they hurt their woman.
The epilogue, oh sweet baby Jesus that epilogue.  If you are a fan of her books you know that Kristen Ashley is the queen of writing an epilogue that will not only wrap up the book, but show you that happily ever after does exist, and even after going through pain, that love will heal your wounds and allow you to have a beautiful life.  I loved reading about all of the couples and their children at the end, it almost makes you think you are there for the event (not saying what event either).  It was the perfect way to end a series that will always be a favorite for this reviewer.
Through this, my leg hit an end table and I adjusted. We cleared the couch, I shifted again too soon, both my calves hit the coffee table, and my ass went down on it.
I looked up. Cell flat to the table, I braced my hands to push up, but Merry was there, chin in his throat, eyes on me, and when he spoke again, his mind was clearly on my location.
“Tried to get your mouth on me more than once when we tore at each other up last Friday, but I was in the mood to use mine. Lookin’ forward to learnin’ what you can do with yours, but like I said, baby, right now, don’t got the time.”
My only response that he couldn’t twist was to glare at him, which was what I did.
“But got time before I go for a kiss,” Merry informed me.
“Only kiss I’ll give you is tellin’ you to kiss off,” I informed him.
“Who knew warm brown eyes like the ones you got could spark that kind of fire,” he muttered as if he wasn’t even talking to me.
“Step back,” I demanded.
“No,” he denied.
I continued to glare up at him, then I realized I was not the kind of woman who sat on her ass, glaring up at a man towering over her and pinning her in. So I stood, which put me smack in Merry’s space, my breasts brushing against his abs and up his chest on my way.
They kept brushing when he didn’t move back, but I didn’t attempt escape, even to get away from the shafts of electricity this all caused at my nipples, shafts that headed south.
I glared at him from closer.
He stared into my eyes, his gaze moving down to my mouth then back up as one side of his lips curved.
He was getting off on this.
I didn’t get that and I didn’t want to get that.
I wanted this done.
“In the mood to play, Officer?” I whispered.
“Told you, sweetheart, don’t got the time.”
I shook my head but held his gaze. “Not what I mean. Single mom, all alone. Switch out her storms. Offer info to help her out of a jam. Been a while since I was in the know about these things, so tell me, what’s the price for all that? You mentioned a blowjob. You got stamina, but I got talent. Balance that out, I’m thinkin’ it’ll take more than the usual ten, fifteen minutes. We’ll give it twenty. So I can manage my time, is there more?”
I wasn’t even done talking before I learned his eyes could spark fire too.
I also learned he was in the mood to play, that being, playing me at my own game.
And doing it better.
He dipped his face close, his voice low. “Storms get me the blowjob, brown eyes. I get the intel you need, that buys me sinkin’ deep in wet pussy.”
I felt my nipples get harder at the same time something else happened to me that, if he was of a mind to take his payoff right then, he’d get what he wanted.
I hid this reaction and asked, “You want this all in one go, or you wanna spread payback out for a while?”
“Keep plenty of time open, Cher. I intend to earn a fuckuva lot more and draw it out collecting.”
I nodded, still keeping a lock on his eyes. “I get it. Girl like me, only payback expected for me to be able to give.”
That didn’t get me fire.
That got me ice.
“I hear you talk down about yourself one more time, Cher, shit will get extreme.”
That made me ice over.
“Do not hand me that crap, Merry. You come into my home and got no problem talkin’ about wet pussy right to my face tells me the woman you know me to be.”
He dipped his face even closer, to the point it felt like if I blinked, my lashes would sweep his in a butterfly kiss.
“Do not hand me your shit, Cher,” he growled. “That hang-up is yours, not mine. And how I know that is I made you come just finger fuckin’ you and talkin’ dirty in your ear, and it was the talk and not what my fingers were doin’ that took you there. I like that, a woman who can let go and let me give her that without gettin’ uptight and closin’ down on me. You liked it too, a fuckuva lot more than me. So don’t stand there handin’ me your shit when I know you’re wet for me now and I haven’t fuckin’ touched you.”
I refused to reply to that because he was right and I had no intention of confirming that information.
But it was then he hit me with a verbal blow, the intensity of which, not in my whole shitty-ass life I’d ever received.
“Christ, if I didn’t know you were worth it, I’d walk out the door and this would be done—all we got, over.”
I could stand.
I could stare.
But I couldn’t breathe.
Merry could.
He could also speak.
“Hope like fuck no one takes off with those storms while I’m gone. You think they will, move ’em into garage and leave the key under the mat. I’m switchin’ ’em out, Cher. I come back tonight and they’re done, I’ll find you, and I won’t be collectin’. I’ll be dishin’ it out, but you won’t get it until you beg for it and do that shit for a really long time.”
His words were lost on me.
I continued to stand.
I continued to stare.
But my lungs had started burning.
If I didn’t know you were worth it…
“When’s Ethan’s next sleepover?” Merry bit out.
“Friday,” I whispered. “But his friend’s comin’ here.”
“Fuck,” Merry clipped. “Find a time, babe. You don’t, payback’ll stack up and I’ll have to take personal days and hole up in a hotel with you for a week. And there’s not a doubt that stick-up-her-ass church lady your ex tied his shit to won’t appreciate you bein’ gone from your kid for a weeklong fuckathon.”
That was kind of funny as well as hot.
I still said nothing.
Merry fell silent and stared at me.
Then he dealt the second biggest verbal blow I’d ever received in my life.
“Christ, you’re pretty, even standin’ there plotting my murder.”
After that, he lifted a hand, grabbed me gentle but firm at my neck, yanked me up so my mouth hit his hard but brief, then he let me go.
“Later, babe,” he said, strolling to my door. He stopped in it, turned to me, and bid his farewell by saying, “You touch those storms only to put them in the garage.”
He closed the door on that.
I stood where he left me.
If I didn’t know you were worth it…
What was I worth?
What was I worth to Merry?

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Blog Tour: Hard For My Best Friend’s Sister By Ava Jackson

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The last time I saw her, she was asleep—and I’d just taken her virginity.

She was my best friend’s little sister. I’d broken the guy code, and the guilt had me running before she woke.

Ten years later, she’s a corporate bad ass negotiating across the table from me—and hotter than ever. I want my second chance, but she’s all grown up and isn’t about to hand it to me.

This time, I’ve got a whole different game plan in mind.

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The last time I saw him, he was balls deep inside me—and I’d just lost my virginity. When I woke up he was gone.

Ten years hasn’t erased the sting of rejection. And now he wants his second chance?

I swore I’d say no … but then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: when we’re working, we’re strangers, but at night? He’ll make my every dirty fantasy come true.

This time, I’m not going to be the one left wanting more. Standalone steamy, erotic romance.

Hard For My Best Friend’s Sister.  Okay let me stop right there for a minute, that title is what made me want to read it.  Do you know why? Well because I love these types of romances, ones where you want the brother or sister of your friends, and even though you know you shouldn’t get involved, when you do it could be either the biggest mistake of your life or the best thing you have ever done. 
Now with that being said, while Hard For My Best Friend’s Sister, was a quick and sexy read, for me it was just okay.  I wish we would have had more of what their relationship was in the past.  Were they friends prior to them sleeping together and Cameron  made the biggest mistake in his life and left Dylan after their one night?  I just wish there would have been more to make me understand why them not talking for ten years was such a huge thing.  Don’t get me wrong the sex was hot and I even wanted more scenes with them. I think I just needed more.  I know this is a novella but if it had been a full length with the things I wished were included I think I would have loved it.  

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Blog Tour: Cocky Bastard By Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland

 He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska.

A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive.
When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.
My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and games until things got intense.
I wanted him, but Chance wouldn’t make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but something was holding him back.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

If you are looking for a sexy, funny, angsty book with a sassy female and a cocky bastard then this is the book for you.  Cocky Bastard, can I just say I love that title, is all of the things I just described.  I laughed out loud more than once, I had tears in my eyes because the banter between Aubrey and Chance.   Cocky Bastard is told in two parts.  The first part is Aubrey’s POV and the Second Chances.  I loved that it was this way because all the angst that is built up in the first part carries to the second, but in the second you get answers to questions that come up in part one. 
Mr. Cocky Bastard himself, AKA Chance, is one sexy and cocky bastard.  He is an ex soccer player who knows that he looks fine, and yes he is at times cocky, but he is also sweet, funny, caring and sexy.  He has a secretive side, one that once you find out what it is will make your heart break and race at the same time.  I loved who he was, what he did, and how he wasn’t going to give up on Aubrey.
Aubrey at first kind of got on my nerves.  Let me explain why.  It was how uptight she was at times.  I totally understand that for other people aren’t as open minded as I am or are easily offended when it takes a lot to offend me.  Slowly though she made me like her, especially when she takes care of a certain fainting goat she comes across.  She has been hurt before so her time with cocky bastard hurt more than anything before because she fell fast and hard and didn’t have the answers to questions.  She knows that she needs to make a decision, and no one could blame her for moving on, but will she choose her cocky bastard who won’t give up and is trying to make up for his hurting her or will she stay with her boring current boyfriend.  Let me make something clear there is no cheating so if you are worried don’t be, but Aubrey’s heart is trying to decide what to do.
I devoured this book.  I lost sleep staying up reading it and I wanted more when I was finished.  I love both of these authors and this collaboration not only worked, it worked well.  I hope that Ms. Ward and Ms. Keeland work together sometime because Cocky Bastardis a book that will be on my re read over and over again list; that is a guarantee.
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A knock at the door made me jump.
With a huff, I got out of bed and stood on my tiptoes to look out the peephole.  Why were those things always so high on the door anyway?  I was surprised to find no one standing on the other side.  Maybe I’d imagined it.
Another knock.
I flicked on the lights. The sound wasn’t coming from the entrance door.  It was coming from an interior door I hadn’t even noticed before.
Chance’s door.
I unfastened the top lock and cracked it open just enough so I could see what he wanted.  And there he stood.
Shirtless.
Wearing only dark gray boxer briefs that hugged him like a second skin.
It took a minute to understand what he was doing there, even though he was holding up a toothbrush in question.
“I thought we had established I wasn’t a serial killer already.”
I opened the door wider.
He smiled.
Oh lord.  Stop that.  Right now.
“I must have left my toothpaste in my saddlebag in the car.”
I swallowed hard.  “Uh huh.”
He cocked his head to the side, and his brows dipped in.  “Can I borrow yours?”
“Oh.  Yeah, sure.”
He walked past me and let himself into my bathroom.  I waited at the door.
“You got an awful lot of girly crap in here for one night,” he said with a jumbled mouth full of toothpaste from the bathroom.  “Private Collection Tuberose Gardenia.”
He was reading my Estee Lauder perfume bottle.
I heard him rinse and spit.  Then there was a gargling sound.  He used my mouthwash, too.  Sure, help yourself.
He walked out and flicked off the bathroom light.  “Is tuberose a rose?”
I shook my head, still confused by the whole situation going on.
“That’s why,” he murmured.
“Why what?”
“I couldn’t figure out what you smelled like all day.  Not sure I ever smelled a Tuberose before.”  He shrugged and walked back into his room but not before turning back.  “Even those little black lacy underwear smell like tuberose.”
My eyes bulged.  I’d taken off my bra and panties and left them on the bathroom counter.
“You…you—”
“Relax.  I’m teasing.  Do I look like an underwear sniffer to you?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
“Night, Aubrey.” He graced me with a dimple and disappeared.
AH-BREE.  Damn him.
I locked the door and checked it twice, unclear if it was for my safety or his.  His voice saying my name was on audio replay inside my head, getting softer and softer like a soothing lullaby with each breath as I drifted off to dreamland.
Until the knock came again.

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work.  She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
Additional Books by Vi Keeland
Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat
Throb
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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
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Smashwords – http://bit.ly/1is0zNX
Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)
The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
First Thing I See
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1JWFo21

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 10-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
         
Other books from Penelope Ward
Stepbrother Dearest
Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)

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Virtual Tour: Release Me By Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers

The second in the “seriously sexy and sinfully steamy”* Chasing Fire series, about a pain too deep to forgive and a passion too hot to forget…

Alessandra Sinclair knows that Hudson Chase is the last man she should want. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks has grown into a man who would do anything to get ahead, even if it means breaking Allie’s heart. But whenever she’s near him, the attraction between them is undeniable. And now that they’re working together, keeping her distance from Hudson is almost as impossible as keeping her feelings in check…

Hudson already lost Allie once and he refuses to lose her again. He’s determined to use their new business partnership to rekindle the spark he knows is still there. Only the closer he gets to winning her over, the clearer it becomes there are still secrets that could tear them apart for good…

If you haven’t read book one yet, stop and go read it because Release Me picks up where Remind Me leaves off.  I’m serious here people, go read Remind Me, not only does it introduce the storyline and characters, it is a really good book.  Plus since this is a trilogy you kind of have to read all the books to get the full picture, or story to be more appropriate. 
I am going to try to keep this on the shorter side so I don’t give any spoilers away, or to many hints as to what happens in this one.  So I will pretty much just say the following.  Release Me is hot if not hotter than Remind Me was, there is angst, drama, super hot sex, it will keep you wanting to know the answers to questions left unanswered, and will make you yell, cry or scream out in frustration only to keep on reading.  And yes there is a cliff hanger, hello this is a trilogy people, of course there will be one.  These two authors have the formula down to keep their readers wanting more and I want more!  
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Release Blitz: Tattered On My Sleeve By Autumn Jones Lake

*Although this is the fourth book in the Lost Kings MC series, Wrath and Trinity’s story can be read first.



Trinity Hurst.

That girl fucking owned me the minute I laid eyes on her. At twenty-one years old she already had a cold, calculating wall around her. The walls she built up around herself were designed to keep guys like me away. Underneath her tough girl exterior lay something sweet and vulnerable that I very much wanted to explore.

I had her first.

I fell in love with her.

Then we fucked everything up.

Wrath.

His name should have been lust. Pure, soul-shattering lust was the deadly sin I felt when I looked up—way up—into his ocean blue eyes. I should despise bikers. I should most definitely steer clear of this one, with his thick, muscled arms, and low sensual voice. My normally impeccable self-preservation instinct vanished the minute he walked in the door. Like everything else in my life, I fucked it up. And he’s never going to forgive me.

Old Habits Die Hard.

Wrath and Trinity met when the Lost Kings MC was on shaky ground. After three perfect nights together, Wrath knew she was it for him. But Trinty’s dark past was about to catch up to her and the Lost Kings MC was her only hope for protection. One misunderstanding led to a chain of mistakes that pushed them apart for years. When long-buried secrets are finally revealed, Wrath will stop at nothing to break their bad habits and make Trinity understand—she belongs to him. 

Author’s note: There is no actual cheating in Tattered on My Sleeve.

Too many times, at least for me this is, I start a series that I absolutely love from the beginning but slowly start to think that by the fourth or even fifth book that the writing isn’t the same as what I had fallen in love with or I just no longer felt that connection a reader feels when they find an author they really love.  Luckily, Tattered On My Sleevehad all of the things that made me not only fall in love with this series, but the author’s way of completely pulling you into the world she is creating and makes you feel all sorts of emotions.  When I finished this book, it took me a while to not just get my emotions under control, but to also make sure that my heart was still inside my body because honestly I didn’t know if it would survive the way Ms. Lake destroyed it.

I do not want to spoil anything about this and don’t worry if you haven’t read the previous books in the series because this one can be a standalone.  But I am going to take a minute to give you the *why haven’t you read this series yet and make you feel guilty for not experiencing it yet* look.  Yeah you over there, you know the look I am giving you, so just go out and get it already.  Be prepared because you will be on one hell of a ride, one that will leave you tattered and in need of repair.  Honestly I think this is my favorite of the series as of yet!  I can’t wait to see what else Ms. Lake has in store for us in the future.
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Besides his job as enforcer for the Lost Kings MC, Wrath owns a gym. One of the ways he tries to reconcile with Trinity is by asking her to help him prepare for a fight. This is from one of the times they’re working together.


My attention is finally drawn to the papers Trinity has in her hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I didn’t realize Jake was already… You asked me to put some stuff together… So never mind.”

She folds the papers in half before I snatch them out of her hands.

“Ow! Thanks for the paper cuts, asshat.”

Jake chuckles and grabs her hands to look them over. I can’t wait to get in the ring with him later and kick his ass while Trinity watches.

I’m impressed with what she printed out. I knew she’d be good at this. She’s got a week’s worth of circuit training exercises broken into different ones on each day. Each circuit includes a balance of strength and endurance exercises. I glare at Jake, and he takes the hint to get lost.

“You’ve done your homework,” I say, handing the papers back to Trin.

The corner of her mouth twitches down in disappointment. “You don’t think it’s any—”

“Is that what I said?” I hate snapping at her, but sometimes it’s the only way to get through her self-doubt.

“No.”

“Where’d you find some of these?”

“Are they too advanced for you?”

I tilt my head and stare at her. “Seriously?” She chuckles. “Good, then call me when you’re going to try the Front Lever. It looks sexy.” She spins away and heads back to the office.

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As an only child, Autumn kept herself entertained by making up all sorts of stories. For a long time, life and school dimmed her enthusiasm for creative writing. But as soon as she rediscovered her love of storytelling, she put her fingers to the keyboard and hasn’t looked back.

Autumn lives in Upstate New York with her husband and their three rescue dogs. She is actively involved with several dog rescue groups and her local RWA chapter.

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Book Tour: A Taste Of Summer By Beverly Preston

Most people know Hollywood heartthrob, Ryan Summer, as Ryan, no last name required. But once upon a time, he was just Summer to Carrie Ann—before a decade of blockbuster hits skyrocketed his success into superstardom.

Summer was smart, gorgeous, and cocky as hell. Nothing was out of his reach. Not even Carrie Ann Lowell. He was the love of her life—until he shattered her heart. Their breakup left more than a profound rift in her soul. It crushed her.

When Carrie Ann’s college flame forces his way back into her life, his dirty-talking, bold self-assurance re-ignites a passion she thought had long since been extinguished. Carrie Ann didn’t believe in second chances.

Not even for him.

No matter how deliciously tempting.

With sparks flying and hidden truths unraveling, will Carrie Anne be able to deny her desires to save herself from another heart break?

I first ran across this author a couple of years ago when I was watching a YouTube video with some beautiful book quotes from some of our favorite books.  If I didn’t know the book I looked it up on the list given by the video creator.  I immediately liked the book that I read and decided that this was going to be an author I was going to watch for.  Sadly like most things, I got busy with other reviews, life, and just living so I lost track of not just the author, Beverly Preston, but also the series I was so looking forward to reading.  When I signed up to review A Taste Of Summer I had planned on reading the books I missed but ran out of time.  Luckily I didn’t need to read the rest of the series and I never felt lost, what I felt was the reminder of why I enjoyed Ms. Preston’s writing so much the first time I had read any of her work.

A Taste Of Summer, in my opinion is the perfect summertime read.  Yeah I went there, deal with it lol.  But seriously, second chance romances are one of my favorite to read; there is just something about two previous loves having a second chance at happiness with each other that just does something for me.  What can I say deep down I am a romantic at heart and believe in soul mates; and despite what other’s may think just because a couple may be soul mates it doesn’t mean it is all going to be rainbows and butterflies and never any type of hardship.  Relationships aren’t perfect so why should soul mates be?  And in my opinion Ryan and Carrie Ann are just that, soul mates.

I absolutely loved this one and am going to make the time to go back and read the books I missed out on as soon as I can.  A Taste Of Summer will have you hot and bothered, emotional, and will have you turning the pages from the beginning to the very end without taking a break.  Add this to your TBR people this is a great book.

 

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Summer skewered her with a harsh stare. “Stop acting like you don’t feel the connection we share.”
“That was a long time ago, Summer. You don’t know anything about me anymore.”
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong Red. I know exactly who you are. What you want. What makes you happy. You need a man who will want you for exactly who you are. Independent, hardworking, passionate, fun, bossy and as stubborn as the day is long…in Alaska.” In spite of his seriousness, she almost smiled. “You also need a man who’s confident enough to put you in your place occasionally.”
“Don’t forget faithful,” she stabbed, whirling her back to him. Her breasts on display to the great outdoors reaching for her shirt. Thrusting each arm into the oversized sleeves, she busied herself with the buttons. High strung emotions caused her fingers to tremble, hindering her progress. “That man doesn’t exist.”
She heard him make a scoffing sound as he latched his fingers around her wrist, turning her to face him. Her heart spurred into a frantic beat. His grip so gentle and caring that she had no chance at resisting him. The soft cotton fabric of her shirt listed open all the way to her navel and below. The slope of her full breasts fully exposed, yet he seemed enthralled with her face.
“Our connection is far more than physical. We share a closeness, an intimacy that stretches beyond that of past lovers, Carrie Ann. Our bodies, our energy, we vibrate on the same frequency.” A familiar strain in his tone, low and ragged, flooded her with memories of long nights filled with passion and companionship. “Your laugh reaches the darkest, dustiest corners of my soul and brings it to life. When you’re near me my heart feels fuller. My breath comes easier. My smile…fuck…I can’t wipe it off my face when I’m near you. I connect with you on every level of my being, Carrie Ann.”
“What are you? Some kind of inspirational relationship guru now?”
He ignored the dig. “You make me fall for you…every…single…time just by the way you look at me.”
Battling the oncoming waterworks burning the back of her eyes and nose, she willed her defenses, regarding him scornfully, “You just want a blow job or…or a fuck for the night.”
His eyes broadened. Her crudeness surprised him more than it shocked herself.
“Well, I do love the vision of your mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moved closer, coasting his fingers along the ridge of her jaw. “And I most certainly want to fuck you senseless.”
“I’m sure you’ve knocked sense into plenty of women.”
“Carrie Ann, I’ve never wanted to fuck another woman the way I want to fuck you.”
Her lip curled, repulsed by his words. Summer was visibly shaking. She started to pull away from him, but he gripped her arms.

“You’re also the only woman I can really talk to. And the woman I want to look into the future with. Plain and simple, Red. I just want you. Inside, outside, upside down and fucking sideways.” The demanding but gentle squeeze of his fingers around her biceps, drew a rush of breath from her lungs. A flash of belligerent male triumph ignited fire in his eyes. Apparently he was happy to have finally made his point. “Carrie Ann, you’re the only woman I want in my bed when I wake up every morning.” 

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Release Blitz: Sacrifice By Adriana Locke

My life changed forever the night my husband died.

I was left with a shattered heart, a heap of bills, and our daughter, EVERLEIGH. I don’t want to rely on anyone, least of all CREW GENTRY. He’s my first love and the man who almost destroyed me, the man who has let me down every time I’ve needed him.

But when tragedy strikes a second time, Crew just might be my only hope.


My life changed forever the night my brother died.

I was left with a guilty conscience, a pile of mistakes, and little else. I take care of JULIA GENTRY, my brother’s widow and the love of my life, and their daughter. I know she doesn’t want my help, but she gets it anyway. I owe her that. When another disaster hits, I’m given the opportunity to make things right. I’m taking it. I’m willing to sacrifice it all.

There aren’t too many books that I have read that actually leave me truly struggling for words, in a good way of course, when typing up a review.  There are sometimes that this does happen, more often than not if it was a book that I didn’t like or one that disappointed, but when it is one that I truly enjoyed then that is something special in my eyes.  I could do my standard I loved this book you must drop everything else and read it right away review because when I say that I really do mean those words but for Sacrifice I wanted to try to do something more.  The problem is that I am having trouble finding out what words to express that “more” that would go beyond I loved it, read it, amazing and so forth. I also don’t want to give any spoilers away and I would be so tempted to just to help explain why it was so amazing.

Sacrifice is a book about emotional pain, struggling to survive, loss, forgiveness, second chances and love.  Be prepared to sacrifice any commitments you have while you are reading this book because you will be pulled in, enthralled, become an emotional mess, and basically live, breathe and sacrifice for Sacrifice.  I had to keep the tissues close by because I needed them and so will you.  If you are looking for a book that will do all the things I am still struggling to put into the perfect words then make sure you do get Sacrifice and start reading it right away because it is worth sacrificing any plans you may have to read it.

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“She’s been missing him a lot lately.”

Julia’s voice is barely a whisper and my chest constricts. Our conversations don’t normally make it to discussing Gage unless we’re already arguing. The fact that she just brought it up shocks me and I’m not comfortable with it. I don’t know how to take it. I feel my jaw pulse with frustration and scramble to change the subject again. “Why is it so chilly in here?”

Her smile disappears and she tugs her sweatshirt nervously. “I didn’t know it was.”

“How can you possibly not know?” I start to the thermostat across the room when she clears her throat.

“The heater isn’t working right. I asked Lane to come by and look at it earlier this week.”

“And he hasn’t been here yet?” I shoot her a look and she shakes her head. “He’ll be here tonight.” I dig my cell outta my pocket.

“Crew, don’t. Please. The last time you called my landlord he was a complete jerk to me for a couple of months. I just got on good terms with him again.”

I scroll through my contacts list, looking for his name.

“Crew …” I know her doe-eyes are pleading with me. I also know if I look up at her, I’ll be somewhat inclined to give in. So I don’t.


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Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

Adriana resides in the Midwest with her family. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. She loves to be outside in the sunshine and always has a piece of candy in her pocket.

Her first novel, The Exception, was released in 2014. The followup, The Perception, was released in March 2015. Both books follow the same characters, but can be read as standalone novels.

Sacrifice, a novel unrelated to the others, will go live on July 13, 2015.

Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.


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Blog Tour: That One Night By: Josie Wright

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All it takes is just one moment to change the course of your life. For me, it was one perfect night.

I have always had a thing for my brother’s best friend, Ben. When I found him on my parents’ couch, drowning his sorrows in a whiskey bottle, my attempts to comfort him quickly turned into a night of raw and intense passion. 

My foolish heart hoped he might feel the same way I do. 

But Ben wasn’t there to stay and I woke up the next morning alone with a broken heart. 

I attempted to forget the guy with a smile to die for and a touch that sets me on fire. 

I thought I was over him. 

I thought he was gone forever. 

Until, eighteen months later Ben returns and learns my secret. Now, he is hell-bent on winning me back. 

He plays dirty. And he won’t stop until he gets what he wants—me. 

But he has secrets of his own.

Secrets that could destroy everything we might have and everything we are.

I have been staring at my computer screen for a good half hour trying to decide not only what to write in my review of That One Night, but also if I just liked the book or if I loved it.  I am on the cusp that it could go either way, because there were parts that I really loved, some that I just liked and others that I didn’t like at all so maybe we should make an average and say I liked it, but it just fell a tad bit short of me loving it.  That sounds fair right?  I think it does.
That One Night doesn’t start off with that night, it actually starts off later in time and I think I was wishing that we would have gotten that lit bit of information from the start, like in a flashback or even in real time then fast forward to when the book takes place.  Does that make sense?  I really hope it does.  You know the thing about those one nights?  Sometimes things happen to make one night be a lifetime event.  Take from that what you will but secrets and pasts play a huge role in this book. 
I will admit once I got into the book I was hooked and it did keep me reading until the end without me losing interest.  I really do love second chance romances; I am a sucker for love I guess, even if it happens later on.  I could understand Frankie’s reasons for not trusting Ben, up to a point.  I loved Ben’s determination; to not only get Frankie to trust him but to get her to give him a second chance to prove himself to her. 

Overall I really did like That One Night and I believe this is the author’s debut novel, if so she did a damn good job of keeping my attention.  I would like to read more of her books in the future; she may be one to watch out for.  
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We more or less jog back to the house, talking a lot of non-sense and laughing. I blame it on the cold or the sudden influx of fresh air to our brains. When the house comes into sight, he nudges my shoulder.

“Whoever gets to the house first, gets a wish?”

“What, do I look like a genie?”

“No, but I can rub you places if you want.” He smirks at me.

I bump into him, making him step off the paved road and fight for balance, before I sprint ahead like a bat out of hell and yell behind me. “Dream on. I’ll so win. And then you’ll be my bitch.” I’m running so fast I can actually feel my lungs burn. I suppose running after a toddler isn’t exactly the same as working out. And yoga doesn’t seem to have done much for my stamina. I feel like I’m going to collapse, but I’m not willing to give up. I have about hundred feet left to run when I can hear his footsteps behind me.

When he passes me, he doesn’t seem to be out of breath at all.

“Who’s going to be whose bitch, huh? Is that all you got Gilbert?”

Such a cocky fucker. He overtakes me and gets to the house before me, casually leaning against the porch while I trot over there feeling like death warmed over. It’s not fair. He looks absolutely breathtaking, the way he has his arms crossed over his chest, his feet are crossed at his ankles while his body is leaning against the bars of the porch railing. His head is tilted slightly back, nearly reaching the handrail. He has a shit-eating grin on his face.

I give him a death glare and am about to walk past him up the stairs onto the porch, when he grabs my arm and yanks me toward him. He turns me so my back is now against the porch and cages me in with each hand grabbing one of the bars on either side of my head. Suddenly, breathing becomes even more difficult.

“What about my wish? You won’t go back on your word, will you, Frankie?”

I can only shake my head. You know, like intelligent people do. Forming coherent words and phrases…pfft, so over it.

“Good,” is all he says before he lowers his head, coming closer and closer. I feel like I’m going to faint. I know I should stop this. I know it isn’t the best idea. I know it could break my heart, again. Chances are it will. And if it breaks this time, if he breaks it this time, there won’t be a coming back from it. Knowing all of this, I still can’t manage to tell my heart to stop doing the little somersaults and I can’t tell those damn butterflies in my stomach to chill the fuck out. Instead, I lick my lips in anticipation. When his lips eventually connect to mine, I feel like my lungs are finally able to fill with air. It feels as if I’ve been holding my breath forever—not just the last minute, but the past eighteen months. His lips are soft, yet demanding against mine and his tongue is insisting on getting access. I part my lips slowly, not expecting my body betraying me. When his tongue connects with mine, a quiet whimper sneaks past my lips—but not quiet enough. Ben hears it and it seems to spur him on. He presses his body closer to mine, his tongue engaging mine in a dirty little tango. We’re lost in the moment, in the sensation of tasting each other. When the front door opens, we both startle and quickly step away from each other—like two teenagers nearly caught by their parents. He seems to be able to get his bearings quicker than I do, sidestepping me and walking up the stairs.

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Josie Wright has always been a bookworm, spending every free moment with her nose buried in a book. While others were out partying, she spent her evenings with Heathcliff, Sydney Carton or Snape. Romance, fantasy, thrillers – you name it, she read it.

Thanks to the Kindle, she finally arrived in the 21St century and discovered the Indie literature world. Josie has been lost to it ever since. With her love for the written word and her promiscuous feelings for countless book boyfriends, the next logical step was to start writing. The voices in her head and her imaginary friends wanted out to play and so she wrote her debut novel “That One Night”, that’s to be released early summer 2015. And the good news is, there are more voices and imaginary friend where Ben and Frankie came from.

Josie is a financial expert by day and a writing junkie by night. The rest of the time she’s a bit of a hippie, a bit of a goth and many things in between. Josie loves to spend time with her husband when she can tear herself away from her book boyfriends. She loves video games, movies, good food and even better music. She’s addicted to chips, long baths and shoes. Oh, and books of course. Definitely books.


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Release Blitz: Toxic By Kim Karr

New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr turns up the heat in a smoking hot, emotionally compelling romance that takes you into the world of Manhattan’s elite.

Meet Jeremy McQueen, a sexy, intense, brooding entrepreneur who goes after what he wants, and Phoebe St. Claire, a socialite-turned-CEO who’s been drifting through life searching for something she thought she’d never find again—the right man to share her future.
Phoebe St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family’s hotel empire—but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was a guy from the wrong side of the tracks and her parents would never have approved. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more irresistible than ever—and their reunion is explosive.

When she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees immediately, with only one condition—he wants her in his bed.

But soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy’s secrets pull them apart all over again?

Holy hell Toxic is a book that will leave you with a massive book hangover, but it will be worth it.  I’m not going to lie, it took me a little while to really get into the book, but once I did I absolutely loved every emotionally draining second.  I am not going to get into a lot of detail because I so do not want to spoil anything, but just be warned, you will want to throw your kindle multiple times, I know I did.  It’s no secret that I swear in my reviews and in real life but I don’t think I have ever actually just looked at my kindle and cussed it out, more than once mind you, but kept going back for more.  I just couldn’t stop reading even when my husband threatened to take my kindle away because he was beginning to wonder if I finally totally lost my damn mind, I just had to know what was going to happen, whether it be good or bad I had to know.  I will say this, Jeremy is one sexy as hell man and I was wondering if the heat was on in my house from how hot the sex was.  Be warned, the chemistry between Jeremy and Phoebe is nothing less than nuclear when they are together.
Toxic is a must read for anyone who is a fan of second chance romances with a huge side of angst.  Kim Karr has written something that I will be thinking about for days, even weeks to come.  Toxic is a standalone so you don’t have to worry about cliffhangers.  Prior to this I hadn’t read any of Ms. Karr’s books, but you know now that I am going to be going and getting the rest if they are on the same level as this one was.
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Excerpt: Feeling a bit drunk and overwhelmed with so many and so few choices at the same time, I needed some time alone and snuck off toward the beach path.
I ran toward the ocean and twirled in the sand as the wind blew around me. Once I started to feel dizzy from twirling, I still wasn’t ready to head back to the party, so I took the path that would lead me to the large Olympic-sized pool. I tugged my sandals off with thoughts of putting my feet in the water to rinse the mud and sand away. As I approached the pool, I noticed how it glowed like it was lit by small pale fires. Lost in the enchantment of it, the sudden movement beneath the surface startled me.
A fair-haired boy emerged from the water. He pulled himself up and out so quickly that I was momentarily stunned. And then when he drank me in with his eyes, I shuddered.
I couldn’t help it, the way he looked at me just made me shiver. No one had ever looked at me like that before and I found myself gazing back into his intense eyes.
He was utterly beautiful. His bare chest was sculpted but not overly bulky like Danny or Jamie. They worked out every day pumping obnoxious amounts of iron to look the way they did. In contrast, the boy standing before me had a swimmer’s build.
He stood stoic and a cautious look crossed his face. He was long and lean in a pair of bright green neon swim trunks.
Right away I could tell he didn’t care what anyone thought about him.
I loved the idea of that.
So I smiled at him.
He shook his head and his hair fell into his eyes.
I wanted to reach out and push it away. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short. It was perfect.
“Hey,” he said, grabbing a towel off the ground.
It didn’t belong to the club. It was small, beige, and a bit worn—not the large hunter-green fluffy ones monogrammed in white I’d always gotten when I used to come here to swim as a kid.
“Hey,” I said back, swinging my sandals nervously.
He grabbed a pair of jeans that lay next to where the towel had been and walked right by me.
I turned to watch him as he strode into one of the cabanas and dropped his trunks. I froze and squeezed my eyes shut, thinking I shouldn’t be watching him but then opened them quickly when I couldn’t resist maybe catching a glimpse.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it isn’t polite to stare?” His voice was low and sexy, and it tugged me out of my own head.
I put my hands on my hips. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to get dressed in mixed company?”
He pulled his jeans on and laughed. “My mother might have mentioned that once or twice but I’ve never been good at following the rules.”
And it didn’t escape my notice that he didn’t put any underwear on first.
Hot. Totally and completely hot.
I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t have seen, it was too dark, but something inside me electrified at the thought of seeing him naked and I stepped closer. That’s when I noticed the scuffed-up black work boots on one of the lounges with a T-shirt thrown next to them.
I raised a brow. “Is this your changing room?”
He laughed again but this time added a smile and put his hands up. “Okay you caught me. I better get out of here before anyone else does.”
He was adorable and charming and my heart skipped a beat or two.
Then I stepped even closer and entered the cabana entrance, effectively blocking his way. “Why? You’re not doing anything wrong.”
He shrugged but he didn’t try to move around me. “I usually swim in the ocean but when the water is too rough, like tonight, I come here.”
I bit my lip in contemplation before speaking. “Does it really matter if you get caught?”
He crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Let’s just say it’s not just the swimming. It’s more that I’ve been caught doing a few too many things that I shouldn’t have been doing in the past.”
A bad boy.
The thought made my pulse thunder. “So you’re not a member at this club?”
He cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot. “No,” he laughed but his laugh was anything but genuine. “Are you?”
I hesitated as I considered my answer. “No, I was just walking the beach and wanted to rinse my feet. I’m Phoebe,” I said extending my hand. Technically, I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t a member, my parents were. I hadn’t even been here in years. And I was out for a walk.
Amusement danced in his blue eyes. “Jeremy,” he said back.
When I chewed on my lower lip, I noticed how his eyes focused on it.
Mine focused on the entirety of his mouth—his strong, firm jaw, his sensuous lips, and his tongue that had snuck out to lick his lips.
That mouth.
It was almost too much.
Almost.