Friday, July 4, 2014

BLOG TOUR ~ UNCONDITIONAL LOVE INTERVIEW WITH LARK & AZURDEE


BLOG TOUR STOP
INTERVIEW WITH LARK & AZURDEE 

***1 Hour before the Interview***

Kristin’s internal thoughts… I’ve heard so much about this Lark man. I’m afraid I’m going to not be able to control myself when I see that lean sculpted body that was made for sinning. Get it together Kristin, I must get it together. I’m a professional. I’ve interviewed Tom Cruise for crying out loud. Deep breaths. I wonder why my body temperature is rising and I can’t stop sweating. Geez, Louise I must get myself together!!! How is Heather doing?

I pull out my phone to text Heather:

Kristin: I’m about to faint thinking about meeting Larky boy. What about you?

Heather: Girl, I’m about to drop it like it’s hot.

Kristin:  OMG! Me too! We ARE professionals. We cannot lose our self-respect over this man. What if I tackle him in front of Azurdee?

Heather: Keep it together Kristin. KEEP IT TOGETHER!  P-R-O-F-E-S-S-I-O-N-A-L!!!

Kristin: Okay…Professional. I can do this. Side Note: Just know I'm going to be having dirty dirty thoughts about Lark the entire time! Pssst…they may be without certain articles of clothing on. *wink* *wink*

Heather: KRISTIN!!! Shame on you!!!! Professional!!! 

Kristin: You’re right. You’re right. I’m off to finish up with hair and makeup.

***Walking into Interview with Heather***

Heather: “Really Kristin? Really? That is not being professional.”
*looks at Kristin with a not so very happy face*
*Kristin looks down at shirt*

Kristin:  “What?”

Heather: “You should not publicize you have a ‘Property of Lark’ t-shirt. Much less wear it to an interview.”

Kristin (sassily replies):  “We’ll see how composed you are when we interview Tristan in Undeniable Love. I believe you were the one after all who asked Kelly to get Tony Adams who is on the cover of Tristan’s book to hold up a sign that says, ‘I am Heather’s.”

*Heather Looks at Kristin with mouth open*

Heather (smack down tone): “You tried to talk Kelly into getting Tony to hold up 1 sign that said. ‘Lark and I are Kristin’s.’ You were out of control. You needed to share.”

*Both Heather and Kristin take their seat.*

Kristin (Mumbling): “I hate all that sharing is caring stuff. I’m grandfathered in from all that. When will people remember that?”

*Door creaks open and the dark haired breathtaking man enters. The wind blows just right. His muscles ripple underneath his shirt. Heather and Kristin both lick their lips at the same time. Music is playing in the minds of Kristin and Heather. All Kristin can think about is Lark going Boom ChicaWowWow with her. Screeching halt to the vision in front of them when Azurdee comes into the room. Ohhh, she’s beautiful. They take a seat in front of Heather and Kristin. Lark and Azurdee both stare at Kristin’s shirt*

Lark:  Um…wow. I like your shirt…I think. *Larks looks at Azurdee who raises her eyebrows*

Kristin (responds to Lark’s comment on shirt): “I knew you’d love it.”
*Kristin takes a fangirling moment sigh*

Heather:  “Kristin, why don’t we get to the interview part of this? You know, the part where we do our job perhaps.”

Kristin (gives man-getter smile): “Absolutely. So Lark…the ladies are going crazy for you. I’ve heard of this girl hashtagging #LarkIsMine, making a driver’s license that says she’s married to you, poems have been written from you. It’s crazy. Totally crazy. There’s even rumors that she had a shirt made with ‘Property of Lark’ on it. What do you think of all this attention?”

*Lark looks at Kristin’s shirt…again. Kristin thinks Lark is giving her the eyes of LOOOOOOVE*

Lark:  Honestly, it’s taken me by surprise…but I’m…flattered.

Kristin (Looks to Azurdee): “What do you think of that awesome chick who is doing all these things in the name of Lark?”

Azurdee: *Glances at Kristin’s shirt and then smiles at Kristin* I’m still trying to let the T-shirt soak in before I think about the other stuff.

Kristin: “Soooo….did you bring your motorcycle here today? Because if so I may faint right here on the spot and ask for a ride.”

Lark: *Laughs and shakes head* Sorry, Kristin. We brought Azurdee’s car.

Kristin: “Why don’t we cut right down to the nitty gritty….***Kristin leans in closer*** Are you guys still burning up the sheets with super hot nookie time?” 

*Heather smacks forehead *

Heather: “I have to apologize on behalf of my friend. Azurdee, your husband gets Kristin all hot and bothered.” 

*Heather looks over at Kristin and just shakes her head*

Kristin: “I’m sorry Azurdee. But Lark is the peanut butter to my PB&J Sandwich. He’s like the air to my lungs. The Zack Morris to my Saved By The Bell. The—“

Heather interrupts: “Kristin, we get it. We. Get. It.”

Kristin: “I wanted to make sure he was picking up what I was putting down!”

Heather: “Trust me, honey. You’d have to be blind and deaf not to pick up all you’ve been putting down.” *Turns to Lark while Kristin dreamily sighs*  “Lark, were you nervous knowing that Azurdee was a virgin?”

Lark: *Lark glances over to Kristin with a worried look on his face before turning his attention to Heather* I was yes. I wanted to make the night special for her and was terrified I wouldn’t be able to.

Heather: “I am sure you rose to the occasion and Azurdee was very pleased with your performance. What made you finally give into your feelings for Azurdee?”

Kristin interrupts: “He thought it was me. Like Ursula tricking Prince Eric with that seashell voice magic thing. I was duped.”

*Heather stomps on Kristin’s foot. Heather scowls at Kristin with that motherly look that says. Try. Me. Bring. It. Behave.*

Heather: “Let’s try this again shall we. I’m revoking my friend’s right to ask any more questions. Lark, what made you finally give into your feelings for Azurdee?”

Lark: *After staring at Kristin for a good minute with a shocked look on his face, Lark turns and takes Azurdee’s hand* I was tired of fighting how I truly felt about Azurdee. Deep in my heart I knew I loved her from the first moment I saw her.

*Kristin nonchalantly points to the ‘Property of Lark’ shirt as Lark keeps glancing at her and giving her a panty melting smile as Kelly Elliott says*

Kristin: “Is it getting hot in here? I really want him…Can I have him?” *Kristin starts fanning self*

Heather (giving raised eyebrow to Kristin): “Ignore her. So, Lark…what was different about Azurdee that made you want to have a relationship with her?”

Lark: *Lark winks at Kristin as Azurdee giggles. Lark looks at Azurdee and gives her the sweetest smile that makes her blush* She was the one. The one person I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Kristin (gives stink eye look back at Heather and ignores Heather’s earlier comment about not asking questions): “So, Larky baby…Do you mind if I call you Larky Baby? Why didn’t you tell Azurdee that you were still in the Marines when you saw your relationship progress?  Why did you continue to lie to her?  Why was your profession such a secret? Or did it have some to do with a girl that started with a Kri and ends with a stin?”

Lark: *Laughing Lark shakes his head* “Um…well let’s see. I didn’t tell her because my job was dangerous. The less she knew the better. It wasn’t just Azurdee, it was everyone. Only my brother Tristan knew. Azurdee finding out was an accident on my part. Sorry, Kristin. It wasn’t because of you darlin’.”

Kristin (very lowly for only Lark to hear): “I get it. Azurdee is here. No, worries. Conozco tu Corazon. No necessitas guardar tu Corazon con mi.”

*Kristin gives a wink to Lark. Cue Kelly Elliott panty melting smile from Michaeangelo’s, The David sitting across from Kristin.*

Heather: “I’m embarrassed you guys. Like really embarrassed. I’m chalking this up to my co-worker being star struck. She loves you two together, she really does. Let’s continue shall we? Azurdee, how did you feel knowing that Lark was lying to you?”

Azurdee: *Looks lovingly at Lark and smiled* “I don’t really look at it as he was lying to me. It’s not like he told me he worked for a marketing firm and went to work everyday pretending to be something he wasn’t. He was honest and upfront in the beginning when he told me he couldn’t tell me about it his job. I accepted that. It was hard, but I dealt with it.”

Heather: “Thinking back on those hurtful months, Azurdee. When you found out the reason why Lark broke up with you, did you understand why he made the decision that he did?”

Azurdee: “Oh yes. I mean those few months I would never want to redo, but I’d of done the same thing if the roles were reversed.”

*Kristin cannot stop dreamily looking at Lark while Heather channels her inner Oprah to get to the nitty gritty of it all.*

Heather: “Azurdee, knowing what you know now about Lark’s previous profession, do you think you would have still wanted to pursue a relationship with him?”

Azurdee: *Turning to Lark as they both smile at each other* No question about it. Yes. If he had wanted to stay in the Marines or go work for the CIA I would have stood by him and supported him. I just want to be with him, no matter what he does for a living.”

*Heather looks over to Kristin who is giving Lark the call-me sign*

Heather: “You really can’t blame her. She’s kind of precious with how obsessed she is. I hope no offense has been taken.”

Lark: *Laughing and holding up his hands* Nope none at all. It’s cute how she is kind of stalkerish in her own little way. I know she’s kidding though. She is kidding?” 

*Looks at Kristin* “You are kidding around…right?”

*Kristin dreamily sighs at Lark’s voice*

Azurdee: *Laughing harder as she smiles at Kristin* “She is precious yes.” *Winks at Lark* “Yes babe, she’s kidding.” *Glances at Kristin* “I think.”

Kristin: *gives Lark a wink and then glances at Azurdee. Conspiratorially she says because she knows Azurdee is in the room.* “Yes, yes. Of course.”

Kristin: (looks at Heather with an evil smile on her face): “Lark, please warn your brother Tristan about Heather. She’s already been claiming to be my sister-in-law.” *Kristin does crazy motion with her hand and points to Heather* “She’s just as bad as me…she just doesn’t have her full cray cray out today.”

Heather: “Really, really. You went there during a professional interview.”

Kristin: “Sure did, sis.” *Points to Heather* “She’s a feisty one. I’d send security with Tristan.” *Kristin leans in closer* “Trust me…I don’t have anything on her.”

Lark: *Looks between Heather and Kristin with a stunned but amused look*

Azurdee: “I think things just got a little more interesting.” *Raises eyebrows and looks at Heather*

*Kristin giggles and Heather blushes which results in a fist pump from Kristin*

Kristin: “Heather is making me act all serious and professional, so I guess I will ask a few questions concerning the two of you.  Lark, how's your relationship with Skip now?"

Lark: “Great, he is a good friend of mine. He’s been out to the ranch a number of times. Trying to talk him into settling down.”

*Lark glances over at Azurdee as she grins*
Kristin: “Azurdee, how's ranch life treating ya?"
 Azurdee: “Beautifully! I love it so much. There is nothing like living in the country. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” 

*Kristin imagines it’s her hand Lark is squeezing and mentally adds they really are a cute couple…though she will never admit it out loud.*

Kristin: “What are your plans for the future Lark?”

Lark: *Smiles* “Happiness.”
*Cue that panty melting smile that fries all of Kristin’s synapsis and makes her momentarily stunned. Heather bumps her with her elbow.”

Kristin: “Owww!” *Glances at Heather who glances towards Lark and Azurdee to ask more questions.* Azurdee, how did you ever survive that awkward moment with your mother-in-law?”
 Azurdee: *Lark busts out laughing as Azurdee smacks him on the shoulder*
“I’m not really sure how I survived that to be honest with you.”

Kristin: *starts giggling thinking about it all over again.* “Azurdee, in that moment you were my hero.” *they smile at each other before Kristin turns to Lark. Oh holy tomale he is HOT* “I wanted to junk punch Jason when he ratted you out to skip...how's your relationship with Jason today? If you still need me to hunt him down…I will for you. Just say the word.”
*Kristin starts making air punching motions.*
Lark: *Laughs and shakes his head*
“It’s good. He’s actually engaged and we’ll be heading to his wedding here in a few months. Love can’t hide forever.” *Lark winks at Kristin*
Kristin: *starts fanning self and an image of her and Lark throwing a bottle in the water starting their journey of love surfaces. Kristin giggles and winks back.*
Kristin: “What part of the marines do you miss?”
Lark: “You know Kristin, I don’t know how to answer that. I loved the rush of my job but now I get a different rush and it’s just as fulfilling. I miss my buddies, I miss the adventure.” 
*Glances over to Azurdee and smiles sweetly* “My adventures now are so much better though. So much better.”
*Azurdee blushes and pulls her eyes from Lark and looks at Kristin and Heather*
*Kristin and Heather give a collective romantic sigh. The entire room can’t stop looking at Lark from his sweet words that put that little extra getty up in your step*

Heather: *Squares shoulder to channel her inner Diane Sawayer*Azurdee and Lark, what's your one regret in life?”

Azurdee: “No regrets. I think the lessons we learn in life, good and bad, are meant to happen for a reason. If we looked back on life and focused on our regrets we’d never learn to appreciate the good things.”
Lark: “I agree with Azurdee, one hundred percent.”

Kristin turns and nudges Heather.  She raises her eyebrow and says, “Go on.”  Heather looks at Kristin like she has lost her mind. Kristin says, “Inquiring minds want to know. You’re the professional here today.”  Heather give Kristin a death stare, and says, “Ok, if you insist.”

Heather: “Kristin wants to know, what is our favorite sex position?”

*Kristin holds up her hands*

Kristin: “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! You said you wanted to know too. You said you would ask that question for me if I would ask for you with Tristan.”

*Heather’s grip tightens on her pen as she tries to remain calm. Her inner Diane Sawyer if fading.*

Lark: *Blushes as Azurdee giggles*
“Oh Kristin, there are so many to choose from. I’d have to say my favorite position is taking Azurdee from behind. Sexy as hell.”

*Hearing Lark say those words in person has Kristin and Heather melting in their seats.*

Heather:  “Well, since we are just putting it all out there. You know becoming BFF’s and all that I better go ahead and ask this one before my coworker continues to embarrass us. Have you had any more public sex since… you know… the garage?”

Lark: *Smiles as he looks at Azurdee and winks*
“That should be saved for a future story perhaps.”

Kristin: “Oh, I can’t wait!”

 Heather (clears throat and starts channeling her inner Barbara Walters this time): “Thank you both for taking the time to interview with Kristin and me. You truly are a beautiful couple.”

*Heather looks at Kristin with the force of a 1,000 slaps and motions with her eyes to Lark and Azurdee.*

Kristin (totally defeated blows out a big breath of air): “Yes, thank you for coming. You guys are an amazing couple. An unconditional love is so hard to find. *Idea pops in her head and Kristin magically perks up* “Just know Larky Baby, I’ll always be waiting for you. Because…I would do ANYTHING for love…just know that.”

Heather: “Please don’t respond to that. We’ll take care of your parking today. The studio is also going to send you a dinner voucher.”

Lark: *Stands up and shakes both Kristin and Heather’s hands before turning back to Kristin* “Kristin you are adorable and thanks for all the laughs.” *Looks to Heather* “Thank you so much for having us. It was a lot of fun.” *Turns to Azurdee and whispers* “Remind me to call Skip and have Kristin checked out.”

Azurdee: *Giggling and nodding her head* “Thank you, Heather and Kristin. It has been a lot of fun and one of the most interesting interviews yet.”

*Lark and Azurdee leave and Heather glances down at sheet of paper Kristin had in front of her that Lark and Azurdee could clearly see.*

Heather (shocked): “You didn’t???”

Kristin (Proudly responds): “Yeah, I did. I hashtagged #LarkIsMine for him to see.”
*Heather drops head on table. Kristin starts singing “Every Heartbeat” by Amy Grant wishing she had an Herbal Essence bottle of shampoo to sing with just like a commercial back in the day. Could Kristin be channeling the thoughts of the Unconditional Love Author…pssst….she goes by Kelly Elliott.*

Heather: “I need a drink.”

Kristin: “It’s on me tonight, sis. I’m on a total book hangover since Unconditional Love. One of my fave stories. Love me some Lark.”

Heather: “I love Tristan.”

Kristin: “I know you do. Those Williams boys have affected us. We’ll survive. We’ll have each other and we can always talk to our mother-in-law Joyce, Tristan and Lark’s mom.”

Heather: “We’ve got it bad. I cannot wait for Undeniable Love to come out this fall.”

*Kristin resumes singing  “Every Heartbeat”. Kristin puts arm around Heather as they make their way out of the room. Kristin is still singing and low and behold…Heather joins in too!*


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BLOG BLITZ ~ Sharing You by Molly McAdams


 


Image Map SHARING YOU by Molly McAdams 
On-sale 7/1/14 | ISBN: 9780062299406

Twenty-three year old, Kamryn Cunningham has left all she’s ever known and moved to a small town where no one knows her name, who her parents are, or her social status in the horseracing world. Months after opening her own bakery and evading attempts of being set up by her new best friend, she meets Brody. But Kamryn fights the instant pull between them because there’s a detail she can’t dismiss. Brody’s married. 

To say that twenty-six year old, Brody Saco has had a rough marriage would be an understatement. After marrying his pregnant girlfriend, he spends the next six years in a relationship filled with hatred, manipulation, and guilt involving a tragedy that happened five years earlier. When he keeps running into his sister-in-law’s best friend, Kamryn, he can’t ignore that she makes him feel more with just one look than his wife ever has; and soon he can’t continue fight his feelings for her. 

When staying apart proves to be too difficult, Brody and Kamryn enter a relationship full of stolen moments and nights that end too soon while they wait for Brody to file for divorce. But the guilt that comes with their relationship may prove to be too much for Kamryn, and Brody might not be strong enough to face the tragedy from his past in order to leave his conniving wife.





SHARING YOU Excerpt: Complete
My phone started ringing as I stepped out of the shower, and I hurried to dry off before running to the nightstand. A wide smile crossed my face when I saw his name on the screen.
“Hey! I didn’t think you were going to call.”
Brody had come over the last two nights as well, but we were both worried about pushing our luck with a fourth. Even though I hated not knowing when we would get to see each other, or even talk again, the surprise of hearing from him almost made it worth it.
“Can I come over?” he asked hurriedly.
I frowned and glanced at my phone quickly before bringing it back to my ear. “Of course, are you okay?”
“I am, I just need to see you.”
My smile came back and I took off for the door leading to the garage. “Okay, I’ll have the garage door opened, and the other one unlocked. Just come in.”
“Be there soon.”
Running back to my bathroom, I threw the towel on the floor and brushed my teeth, cutting it short when I heard the door shut.
“Kam?” his deep voice called from the front of my condo.
“Shit!” I hissed, and rinsed out my mouth before running to my room. “Be out in a sec!” Throwing on the first tank top and shorts my hands touched, I took a few seconds to settle my breathing before walking calmly out to meet him.
He already had his shirt and vest off, and the way his dark eyes raked over my body had my stomach heating. There was a determined look on his face as he took long steps to meet me, and just before we got to each other, he shook his head and said, “I can’t do ‘slow’ anymore.”
His arms went around me, and he brought his mouth down to mine. The minute our lips touched, something in me ignited, and a small groan came from Brody when I opened my mouth to him and his tongue met mine. His large hands slid down my sides, his thumbs barely grazing the side of my breasts before continuing down to rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I let the tips of my fingers trail down his chest until I hit the bottom of his undershirt and lifted, letting him finish taking it off and dropping it on the floor.
“If you want to stop, you need to say it now.”
“I’m not saying anything,” I whispered against his lips.
I couldn’t. We’d agreed to go slow, but nothing about what we were doing was normal. Even though we’d kept the last three nights pretty chaste, the charge between us had been growing steadily, and we’d been in some sort of unspoken agreement that it was getting too hard to stay away from each other. Both silently moving away from each other when the electricity between us grew, both pulling away breathlessly from kisses that had our resolve quickly slipping.
Just before his mouth slammed down on mine, he mumbled, “Thank God.”
The force of his kiss surprised me and a high-pitched moan slipped from my chest. Brody laughed softly as one of his hands left my hip and went to my back and under my shirt, his hand leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
Turning us so the backs of his legs were hitting the couch, I pushed back and followed him down, planting myself on his lap and stifling another moan when our new position had his erection pressing against me. Brody brought our mouths back together and when I rocked against his hard length, he took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. When he released me, I sat up straighter so my chest was directly in front of his face and went back to rolling my hips against him.
With a growl, he leaned forward and pulled the stretchy material of my tank top down to free my breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I whimpered when he bit down before resuming his torturous licking; when my eyes were finally able to flutter open again, I looked down to see him looking up from under his dark eyelashes and goose bumps covered my body at the sight. It was strangely erotic and I couldn’t stop watching him tease my nipple now that I’d started. The hand that wasn’t caressing my breast was gripping my hip and I reached down to slide his fingers under the thin material of my shorts.
He released my breast with a soft pop and brought my face to his, staring intently in my eyes. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
I sat up on my knees, giving him better access, and leaned in to whisper, “I was stupid to think we could take it slow.” I pressed my lips softly to his once, but didn’t move away. “Don’t leave tonight, Brody, please. Stay with me.”
His response was to kiss me deeply while his fingers moved to stroke along my soft folds. “Christ, Kamryn,” he groaned, and slid one long finger deep inside me as his thumb rubbed against my clit, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that bubbled from my lips from having him touch me like this.
I ground my hips against his hand as he continued to move his fingers in a way I’d never experienced with Charles, not that Charles and I hadn’t done numerous sexual activities, but he was always pushing for the ones that benefited him, and sex with him didn’t last long; so more often than not, I ended up frustrated or excusing myself to the bathroom to finish myself. The muscles low in my stomach tightened, and my entire body was warming, I was close to begging him not to stop when he slipped a second finger inside and my body exploded. Hard. My head fell back as a breathy cry left me and I rode out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
His fingers didn’t still, but softened and slowed as he pressed his lips against my throat. “You’re so beautiful.”
Bringing my head back down, I rested my forehead against his as I fumbled with the zipper and button on his uniform pants, my hands were shaking so much from the after effects of my orgasm it took two tries just to pull the zipper down; but the moment I finally succeeded, Brody’s hand left my shorts and his large fingers curled around my wrists.
“I don’t have condoms.” He looked to the side and blinked a few times, his brow furrowed. “God I can’t even remember the last time I bought any.”
Brody’s hands preventing me from continuing only made me want this more. I flexed my fingers and knew that this stop was a good thing, something we should probably take advantage of. But I didn’t care. “Are you clean?” I asked softly.
“Yes, are you?”
I nodded. “And I’m on the pill.”
I’d barely finished my sentence before Brody had both of us off the couch, my legs around his hips, and was walking. “Room, Kamryn, where is it?”
“Down the hall, last door on the right.”
His mouth captured mine again as he turned toward the hall and began taking long strides. Not two feet from the opening his pants fell the rest of the way down and Brody tripped, sending us crashing into the wall. Our kisses never faltered, even throughout our laughing, but I unwrapped my legs from his hips as he hurriedly stepped out of his boots and pants. When he kicked them to the side, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and pressed his hard on against me as I wrapped my legs back around him.
“Bed … bed,” I pleaded around his lips, and once again he was walking us toward my room.
We made it the rest of the way without incident, and fell in a mess of searching hands, and tearing clothes onto the bed. My tank was somehow on the floor before I was fully on my back and I reached up to crush our lips together as his hands pulled my sleep shorts off at the same time I reached for the waistband of his dark boxer briefs.
His erection sprang free, and I didn’t even try to continue pulling his briefs down the rest of the way as I took his length in both of my hands. Brody groaned and his head fell to my shoulder as I watched both hands make their way up him. Letting one of my hands leave to edge the waistband down his hips, the other slowly pumped from base to head, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Everything about him was incredible and perfect.
“Babe—I haven’t been with anyone in years, so this already isn’t going to last long; but if you keep doing that it’s gonna be over before it can begin.”
I bit back a smile at his confession and leaned my head back when he started leaving open-mouthed kisses on my neck, and guided him to me. We both stilled for a few seconds, a harsh breath leaving him when he pushed into me; and I wanted to cry in frustration when his body left mine before he was slamming back into me. His name left my lips in a breathless whisper when he began moving inside me, and my fingers curled into his back as his pace quickened.
I could feel the muscles in his back tightening, and the pull in my lower stomach grew as I reached my climax.
“Come on,” his gruff voice whispered in my ear. “Give me one more.”
Bringing his hand between us, he rolled his fingers against my clit and I whimpered incoherent words as the mix of him moving inside me, and his hands on me, sent me over the edge. It felt like my body was suspended in air for long seconds before it came crashing down and Brody’s body shuddered beneath my fingertips as he followed me into his own orgasm.
Brody lazily kissed up my throat until he reached my lips, and I figured out how to release my death grip on his back to pull my hands through his dark hair as I returned the slow kiss.
“God, Kamryn. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you. Not after that.”
I smiled against his lips, and feeling his hard length still inside me, pushed him back and rolled us over until I was on top of him. He groaned when I moved my hips, his hands flying back to grab them. I’d been afraid he was about to stop me, but his fingers flexed against my skin before pressing me harder against him. Sitting up, I let him lead our movements, and my head fell back from the feel of the new position. This time was slow and controlled as we took our time getting to know each others body, but the heat and passion only seemed to grow.
My body curled over his, and I pressed my forehead into his chest when it was over. Every part of me felt like it was floating, and at the same time, I couldn’t find the strength to move from where I was laying on him.
“Come here,” he said as he pulled his body from mine and wrapped his arms around me.
Pressing a kiss to my lips, he tucked my head under his chin and messed with the comforter until he could pull it over us.
“You’ll stay?” I asked as I pressed closer to him.
“I need you in my arms right now,” he said simply. And just before sleep claimed me, I heard him say, “I’m not going anywhere.”
 My body jerked awake, and I stilled as I listened for whatever had woken me. Brody was now behind me with his body curled around mine, and the sound of his soft snores was all that met my ears for a few moments. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into the pillow again when I heard the ringing. Moving from Brody’s arms, I glanced around for my phone, but didn’t see it and remembered I’d left it in the bathroom, and this was coming from outside my room. Grabbing for the pants that were on the floor of my hallway, I searched the pockets until I found Brody’s phone, and my body turned to ice when I saw the screen.
Olivia.
“Brody,” I said as I climbed back on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Brody wake up.”
His eyes shot open and moved quickly to the phone I was holding out to him. “What—”
“Olivia is calling you.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned to his back. Taking the phone from my hand, he cleared his throat a couple times and answered. “Hello?”
“Where the hell are you? Do you know what time it is?”
I didn’t need to be sitting directly next to him to hear her. I’m positive I would’ve been able to hear her shrill voice if I’d been back in the hall.
Glancing at his phone for a second, his aggravated expression never changed as he brought the phone back to his ear. “Yeah, Liv, I got caught up at work.”
“And you couldn’t call to tell me?”
“You said you’d be staying with your parents if you got back from Washington tonight, I didn’t know it would matter to you if I was late or—shit, Liv. Why … fuck, why are you crying?”
“Well, obviously I’m not at my parents’, Brody! I thought something had happened to you, you know, I’m trying to be a good wife here. And you are hours late and don’t even think to—” she cut off on a sob.
Brody’s hand fell over his face, and his head gently shook back and forth. “All right, I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have called you.”
“Come home, please. Please, come home.”
My body locked up when I heard her desperate plea, and I watched as Brody’s hand moved, and he turned his head to look at me. Even in the dark I could see the war he was fighting as he listened to his wife cry on the phone, and watched my every move.
Olivia said something that was now too low and mumbled for me to hear, but Brody’s expression suddenly looked like he was in pain.
“I’m finishing up a report, I’ll be back soon.” Without waiting for her to respond, he ended the call, and reached out for me, but I stopped his hand.
“Stay. Please.”
His jaw clenched shut, and he shook his head once. From the way his eyes studied my face, as if trying to memorize it, I knew he wouldn’t. Twisting away, I got off the bed. I needed to get away from him before I lost it.
“Kamryn, don’t do this, I’m sorry. But you know I—”
“I know. You have to leave, Brody, it’s fine.” I quickly grabbed at my clothes on the floor and dashed into the bathroom.
“Kamryn!”
Once my clothes were on, I pressed my hands to the marble counter as I bit down on the inside of my cheeks to keep from crying. I’d gone into our relationship knowing we wouldn’t be able to have this—have nights together with nothing standing in the way—but after the night we’d just shared, I’d let myself hope.
Having Olivia call had been like a slap to the face. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t be this person. But as Brody came up behind me and eased his arms around me to press our bodies together, I knew that for this man … I would. I would go through anything if it meant he was mine in the end.
“I’m so sorry,” he said softly before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Please don’t be mad, I couldn’t handle it if you were.”
I kept my eyes trained on my hands gripping the countertop and nodded, not trusting my voice anymore.
“One day … one day we won’t have to do this anymore. I’ll come home to you, and get in our bed and never leave. I swear.”
My vision went blurry and I closed my eyes tightly against the tears.
How was it possible that I was already falling so hard for this man, that the thought of him anywhere but beside me had me feeling like I was drowning and unable to pull in the air my body needed to live? I was quickly becoming addicted to him, and the way he made me feel with the smallest of touches. We were dangerous together, but I knew I couldn’t live without him.
“Forgive me,” he pleaded, and suddenly his body and warmth were gone. And as much as my mind and body screamed at me to follow him, to beg him not to leave, I was rooted in place for long minutes until I heard my door shut, and his car start up in the garage.
Taking shaky steps back until I hit a wall, I slid down until I was seated on the cool floor, and the tears I’d been holding back fell mercilessly as desperate sobs worked their way from my chest.

Sharing You: Why I wrote about a taboo subject

When I decided to write this story, I had people telling me not to. I had a lot of: “Uhh … are you sure you want to write about that?” “Maybe you should consider something else…” and “No, no. Absolutely not. Women will hate you.”

Well, considering I already had a lot of women mad at me over a certain male character and a scene that shall not be named in chapter 13 of a certain book … I was willing to have them hate me all over again. I don’t want to just write stories that will please people. I want to write real life. And Sharing You is real life.

Sure, we hear stories of cheating, and automatically we curl our lips at the thought. “How could he/she?” “What a home-wrecker.” “Poor (insert name here).” It’s the automatic thoughts that go through our heads, right? I know it’s what goes through my head every time. And it’s what went through my head when my husband told me about his work partner and his girlfriend I would be meeting that night. I’m pretty sure I yelled “What?!” really loud, said a few no ways, and had a disgusted look on my face. I was determined not to meet the girlfriend, and to forever hate my husband’s partner.

I had my arms crossed and a scowl on my face the entire drive to the restaurant, I was mumbling to myself, and I asked my husband how he could be so okay with it about fifty some odd times. And then I met them … and everything that had been going through my mind suddenly shifted. Now, before I continue, I should probably say I do not condone cheating. I feel like if you would cheat on your significant other, you should leave them before you do something with another person. But I could not help but get captured in a moment with this couple. I have quite literally never seen a couple more perfect for each other.

We started hanging out with them more and more, and one night, the girlfriend—we’ll call her “S”—told me all about her story with “R”. From the very beginning, to where they were at that point. It was heartbreaking, I cried with her, and I felt every emotion pouring from her over to me. I listened to the heartache they went through to be together, and witnessed how much this had taken a toll on them. I loved their story. Still wasn’t a fan of the cheating … but their love for each other … that’s what I loved. I was able to witness them finally getting married, and it is the only time I’ve been so moved by a wedding other than my own. R & S belong together, and that’s why I asked if I could write their story.

Because sometimes it’s not as easy as just blaming the “other woman”. Sometimes there are other things that come into play that we may not see/hear about. Like a very bad marriage that you feel trapped in. Sometimes the people who are suffering the most are, in fact, the ones cheating. My hope is that you can see that, and see why I decided to write their story despite the hard topic.



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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

PROMO POST ~ The Dare by Rachel Van Dyken




The Dare:

From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken, comes the third and final book in the New York Time's Bestselling Bet Series...

Boring Beth Lynn has always lived up to her nickname... until she wakes up in a hotel bed next to a sexy as sin state senator she re-connected with at a wedding the previous night.

The biggest problem? She can't seem to remember anything about the night before except for crying into a box of cookies, and she's pretty sure Grandma Nadine slipped something in her drink. And what should have been a one night stand turns into a six day adventure when Grandma whisks them off to Hawaii to save them from the ensuing media firestorm.

Jace isn't looking for commitment -- he believes he made that clear when he left the wedding with Beth. Then again, he can't remember much of anything other than the way her skin felt beneath his hands. Now he's stuck with her at some lame couple's retreat and trying his hardest to fight the attraction only a woman like Beth could invoke.

He doesn't think it can get any worse.

But one spider attack... A donkey ride from hell... And an unfortunate episode with Viagra tea -- and there's one thing Jace knows for sure: He should never have agreed to Grandma Nadine's suggestion in the first place.

Because if this isn't paradise, and it isn't a vacation -- that only leaves one option.

Survival.

But to make it through alive... they might lose their hearts in the process.

(Romantic Comedy, Friends to lovers, Vacation Romance, New Adult Romance, Funny Stand Alone, Bargain Books, Humorous Romance)


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“Beth!” Jace knocked on the door. “If you’re done freaking out, we need to go.” “Right.” I wiped my wet cheeks and clenched the dress in my hands. It wasn’t magic. If anything, it was just a reminder that I was exactly where I’d been when I’d graduated in 2000. A loser. A loser with a small rack who preferred math and science to Facebook. “Beth, I’m serious. It’s not looking good.” “Keep your pants on!” I yelled, irritated that he was making me hurry. With a curse, I pulled on the dress, put my wet hair in a quick pony tail, and opened the bathroom door. “What’s the big hurry?” Jace held up his phone. It said Grandma Nadine. “Hello!” a loud voice yelled. “Jace! Beth! Hurry! Grandma has this all figured out.” “Famous last words.” Jace nodded. “But we have no choice.” “No choice?” I repeated. “What? Is the mafia after us or something?” “Worse.” “I highly doubt that.” “Look.” He pointed to the TV. Reporters were in front of a hotel, looking excited as hell. “The news?” I asked. “Why is that worse than—” “Special reports say the senator took a prostitute back to his room at midnight last night and has yet to check out! Which raises the question, has the senator truly put his murky past behind him? Sources close to the senator’s ex-fiancée say the cheating scandal from two years ago nearly destroyed him. One more scandal won’t bode well for the youngest senator in state history. Could a trust issue in his personal life have a reflection on his public one?” “That’s enough.” I grabbed the remote from Jace’s frozen hand and threw it onto the bed. Great. So not only had I lost my virginity to a politician, but now I was a prostitute. I reached for his cell phone and growled into it. “We’ll have words later.” 

Grandma snorted. “But get us out of here first.” “Say the magic words.” “Uh, please?” I nudged Jace out of his paralyzed state. “Not those words.” I closed my eyes and allowed visions of my calm and sterile office to bring back the peace into my body. That didn’t work. I needed to think about Vampire Diaries. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. And happy place found! “I can’t read minds. What words do you want me to say?” Grandma chuckled. “Why, thank you, of course!” “For?” “How was he?” She giggled like a school girl. “Men with power seem to have a special type of—” “Thank you!” I all but shouted. “Now get us out of here.” “Roger.” The phone went dead. I looked to Jace for help, but he seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his tie as he tried to pull it from his neck. “Stop.” I swatted his hands away. “You’re going to hang yourself if you keep doing that.” He shrugged. “What?” I loosened the tie. “No snappy retort?”


“Not feeling snappy,” he said dryly. I slapped him. I never said I was good with emotions. “What the hell was that for?” “Singing Katy Perry.” I grinned. “Now snap to it, Mr. Senator. We’ve gotta make it out of this hotel without that skinny bitch reporting it on the evening news.” “Grandma?” “The reporter.” “You understand my confusion,” he added, just as someone knocked on the door. “Stay here.” “It feels like a bad movie,” I whispered to myself as I chewed the nail polish off my thumb. “Shit.” Jace looked through the peephole and then said shit about five more times before slowly opening the door. Why was he so upset? Why the hell would… “Aw, shit.” I repeated. Because there really wasn’t any other word that existed in the English language that would fit as well. So I repeated it again. As did Jace. Grandma shrugged and pulled off her sunglasses. “Let the fun begin!”




Tuesday, July 1, 2014

LILY LOVE by Maggie Myers (REVIEW)



SYNOPSIS:

Caroline used to have it all: she was madly in love with her husband, Peter, and they worshiped their beautiful baby girl. But as Lily grows into a toddler, Caroline notices that her daughter seems to live and act with a disconnect, and soon the perfect future Caroline had envisioned, along with her marriage, begin to crumble. Now she and Peter are no longer lovers, they're plaintiffs in the throes of divorce while still struggling to care for Lily. After years of blame and overwhelming despair, Caroline's chance encounter with a stranger at University Hospital opens her eyes to the prospect of accepting new support, new loves, and new dreams.

From the acclaimed author of "The Final Piece" comes a story of a family broken and unable to cope with a daughter's disability. And a mother who finds that letting go of the life she imagined may be the only way to get to the life she was meant for.





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HAPPY RELEASE DAY ~ SHARING YOU by MOLLY McADAMS

 


SHARING YOU by Molly McAdams 
On-sale 7/1/14 | ISBN: 9780062299406


 Twenty-three year old, Kamryn Cunningham has left all she’s ever known and moved to a small town where no one knows her name, who her parents are, or her social status in the horseracing world. Months after opening her own bakery and evading attempts of being set up by her new best friend, she meets Brody. But Kamryn fights the instant pull between them because there’s a detail she can’t dismiss. Brody’s married. 

To say that twenty-six year old, Brody Saco has had a rough marriage would be an understatement. After marrying his pregnant girlfriend, he spends the next six years in a relationship filled with hatred, manipulation, and guilt involving a tragedy that happened five years earlier. When he keeps running into his sister-in-law’s best friend, Kamryn, he can’t ignore that she makes him feel more with just one look than his wife ever has; and soon he can’t continue fight his feelings for her. 

When staying apart proves to be too difficult, Brody and Kamryn enter a relationship full of stolen moments and nights that end too soon while they wait for Brody to file for divorce. But the guilt that comes with their relationship may prove to be too much for Kamryn, and Brody might not be strong enough to face the tragedy from his past in order to leave his conniving wife.




SHARING YOU Excerpt: Part 2

The force of his kiss surprised me and a high-pitched moan slipped from my chest. Brody laughed softly as one of his hands left my hip and went to my back and under my shirt, his hand leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
Turning us so the backs of his legs were hitting the couch, I pushed back and followed him down, planting myself on his lap and stifling another moan when our new position had his erection pressing against me. Brody brought our mouths back together and when I rocked against his hard length, he took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. When he released me, I sat up straighter so my chest was directly in front of his face and went back to rolling my hips against him.
With a growl, he leaned forward and pulled the stretchy material of my tank top down to free my breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I whimpered when he bit down before resuming his torturous licking; when my eyes were finally able to flutter open again, I looked down to see him looking up from under his dark eyelashes and goose bumps covered my body at the sight. It was strangely erotic and I couldn’t stop watching him tease my nipple now that I’d started. The hand that wasn’t caressing my breast was gripping my hip and I reached down to slide his fingers under the thin material of my shorts.
He released my breast with a soft pop and brought my face to his, staring intently in my eyes. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
I sat up on my knees, giving him better access, and leaned in to whisper, “I was stupid to think we could take it slow.” I pressed my lips softly to his once, but didn’t move away. “Don’t leave tonight, Brody, please. Stay with me.”
His response was to kiss me deeply while his fingers moved to stroke along my soft folds. “Christ, Kamryn,” he groaned, and slid one long finger deep inside me as his thumb rubbed against my clit, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that bubbled from my lips from having him touch me like this.
I ground my hips against his hand as he continued to move his fingers in a way I’d never experienced with Charles, not that Charles and I hadn’t done numerous sexual activities, but he was always pushing for the ones that benefited him, and sex with him didn’t last long; so more often than not, I ended up frustrated or excusing myself to the bathroom to finish myself. The muscles low in my stomach tightened, and my entire body was warming, I was close to begging him not to stop when he slipped a second finger inside and my body exploded. Hard. My head fell back as a breathy cry left me and I rode out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
His fingers didn’t still, but softened and slowed as he pressed his lips against my throat. “You’re so beautiful.”

Bringing my head back down, I rested my forehead against his as I fumbled with the zipper and button on his uniform pants, my hands were shaking so much from the after effects of my orgasm it took two tries just to pull the zipper down; but the moment I finally succeeded, Brody’s hand left my shorts and his large fingers curled around my wrists.


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