Tamsyn Bester's Blog, page 25
March 13, 2013
*March Mahem*
Hi Brats :)
I know, I know - TheSecretBookBrat has been MIA for a few days and I didn't like it anymore than you did! I had some family obligations to take care of and was without internet...#Sigh
BUT I'M BACK - hope ya'll missed me ;)
We are well into the month of March and I wanted to share TheSecretBookBrat's March Calendar! There are so many exciting books coming out this month that I can't wait to sink my teeth into! I am gobbling up books at a rapid rate - my credit card will agree ;)
*MARCH 2013*
March 15th - Surrender Your Love by J.C Reed
March 17th - Ruined by S.Pratt
March 22nd - Connected by Kim Karr
March 25th - Let It Go by Brooklyn James
March 27th - Restore Me by J.L Mac
March 30th - Saved by Kelly Elliot
Now while I'm well aware that there are LOADS of new releases this month, these are the top 5 on my *MUST READ NOW* list :)
There was also something else that had me *SQUEEEEEEE*ing all day and that was the very first teaser from Twisted Perfection, the 3rd installment of Abbi Glines' Fallen Series :) I have a feeling that the sexy Woods Kerrington is going to be another hard habit to break, much like Rush Finlay <3
*Unedited: final version may be different.*Teaser The fact I couldn’t pump gas had never crossed my mind. Until now. My tank was so empty I’d coasted into this small service station in some beach town in the middle of nowhere. Laughing at myself I listened as Braden’s voice said “I’m not available. If you want to reach me I suggest you hang up and text me.” Her voicemail. She was probably in a plane. I was going to have to figure this one out all on my own.
I stepped out of the small faded red Honda Civic. Luckily I’d pulled up to the gas tank on the correct side. There was the little door I knew the nozzle went in. I had seen Braden do this before. I could do this. Maybe.
My first problem was I couldn’t figure out how to open this little magical door. It was there. I could see it but it had no handle. I stared at it a moment then glanced around to see if there was anyone else near me who didn’t look scary. I needed some help. It had taken two solid years of counseling to get me to speak to strangers. Now I did it often. Braden really had more to do with that than the psychologist I’d been forced to see weekly. She’d forced me to learn to live.
I had the quote “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself,” by Franklin D Roosevelt, taped to my bathroom mirror. I read it daily or at least I had been for the past three years. I silently quoted that in my head and my body relaxed. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t my mother. I was Della Sloane and I was on a road trip to find myself.
“You okay? Need some help?” a deep smooth drawl startled me and I jerked my head around to see a guy smiling at me from the other side of the gas pump. His dark brown eyes appeared to twinkle with laughter as he stared back at me. I didn’t have much but I did have some experience with guys. Enough to know even when they were gorgeous, like this one, it didn’t make them a good person. I’d lost my virginity to a smooth talking southern boy with a smile that made panties drop all over the place. It had been the worst experience of my life. But this one might be helpful. He wasn’t offering sex. He was offering to help me. At least I thought he was.
#Sigh....
Thats all for now my Brats :) We have some exciting things happening here at TheSecretBookBrat HQ, but that update will come soon ;)
Tam
xxx
I know, I know - TheSecretBookBrat has been MIA for a few days and I didn't like it anymore than you did! I had some family obligations to take care of and was without internet...#Sigh
BUT I'M BACK - hope ya'll missed me ;)
We are well into the month of March and I wanted to share TheSecretBookBrat's March Calendar! There are so many exciting books coming out this month that I can't wait to sink my teeth into! I am gobbling up books at a rapid rate - my credit card will agree ;)
*MARCH 2013*
March 15th - Surrender Your Love by J.C Reed
March 17th - Ruined by S.Pratt
March 22nd - Connected by Kim Karr
March 25th - Let It Go by Brooklyn James
March 27th - Restore Me by J.L Mac
March 30th - Saved by Kelly Elliot
Now while I'm well aware that there are LOADS of new releases this month, these are the top 5 on my *MUST READ NOW* list :)
There was also something else that had me *SQUEEEEEEE*ing all day and that was the very first teaser from Twisted Perfection, the 3rd installment of Abbi Glines' Fallen Series :) I have a feeling that the sexy Woods Kerrington is going to be another hard habit to break, much like Rush Finlay <3
*Unedited: final version may be different.*Teaser The fact I couldn’t pump gas had never crossed my mind. Until now. My tank was so empty I’d coasted into this small service station in some beach town in the middle of nowhere. Laughing at myself I listened as Braden’s voice said “I’m not available. If you want to reach me I suggest you hang up and text me.” Her voicemail. She was probably in a plane. I was going to have to figure this one out all on my own.
I stepped out of the small faded red Honda Civic. Luckily I’d pulled up to the gas tank on the correct side. There was the little door I knew the nozzle went in. I had seen Braden do this before. I could do this. Maybe.
My first problem was I couldn’t figure out how to open this little magical door. It was there. I could see it but it had no handle. I stared at it a moment then glanced around to see if there was anyone else near me who didn’t look scary. I needed some help. It had taken two solid years of counseling to get me to speak to strangers. Now I did it often. Braden really had more to do with that than the psychologist I’d been forced to see weekly. She’d forced me to learn to live.
I had the quote “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself,” by Franklin D Roosevelt, taped to my bathroom mirror. I read it daily or at least I had been for the past three years. I silently quoted that in my head and my body relaxed. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t my mother. I was Della Sloane and I was on a road trip to find myself.
“You okay? Need some help?” a deep smooth drawl startled me and I jerked my head around to see a guy smiling at me from the other side of the gas pump. His dark brown eyes appeared to twinkle with laughter as he stared back at me. I didn’t have much but I did have some experience with guys. Enough to know even when they were gorgeous, like this one, it didn’t make them a good person. I’d lost my virginity to a smooth talking southern boy with a smile that made panties drop all over the place. It had been the worst experience of my life. But this one might be helpful. He wasn’t offering sex. He was offering to help me. At least I thought he was.
#Sigh....
Thats all for now my Brats :) We have some exciting things happening here at TheSecretBookBrat HQ, but that update will come soon ;)
Tam
xxx
March 9, 2013
*Meet Grayson & Huntley*
Hi Brats :)
I have been hard at work on Beneath Your Beautiful and before you know it it will be time for the Cover Reveal :) *SQUEEEEEE*
So, while you wait patiently for the cover and some sexy teasers, I have decided to introduce the two characters that have become my obsession... Grayson Carter & Huntley Morgan <3
Their love story is playing itself out in my head so fast that I can't keep up but I can't wait for ya'll to get your first taste of Grayson & Huntley <3 More soon my Brats ;) Tam xxx
I have been hard at work on Beneath Your Beautiful and before you know it it will be time for the Cover Reveal :) *SQUEEEEEE*
So, while you wait patiently for the cover and some sexy teasers, I have decided to introduce the two characters that have become my obsession... Grayson Carter & Huntley Morgan <3
Their love story is playing itself out in my head so fast that I can't keep up but I can't wait for ya'll to get your first taste of Grayson & Huntley <3 More soon my Brats ;) Tam xxx
*2 Brat Rants For The Price Of 1*
Hi Brats :)
I decided it was time for a good rant and this is a two-for-one *SPECIAL* :)
The first rant is for *Wait For You* by J.Lynn...
I only have one word for this book... OHMIGOD!!
It was so difficult not to fall in love with this story!!! It consumed me!!
My heart was destroyed after learning Avery's secret but then I bounced up & down like a 5 year old on a sugar high when Cameron came in to rescue her - except he showed up in a silver pick up truck rather than on a white horse! *Swoon*
Avery & Cameron have to learn to navigate their relationship but when their pasts collide, Avery can't seem to trust Cameron enough to tell him her secret... Will he be man enough to stick around or will he walk away from Avery in an attempt to keep his own heart safe?
But how can he keep his own heart, when Avery is the one holding on to it for dear life?
**YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK!!** (I need to mention that Cameron is hot as hell and if you don't squirm while reading this then you need help....Seriously)
So while *Wait For You* pulls at your heart strings & makes you want to cry for Avery's struggle, *Hard To Resist* by Shanora Williams will have you feeling frustrated, excited & teary eyed for whole different reason...
This was another book that had me completely consumed!! I love Natalie! It was so easy to connect with her because I understand what its like to love someone who can't love you the way you love them. Her sense of betrayal is palpable but after meeting NolanYoung, her anger & hatred falls away.
You end up rooting for these 2 broken people from the beginning...
**WARNING: This book contains some of the...uh...HOTTEST freaky deaky scenes... So if you have heart problems or are a little 'frustrated' (Catch my drift? *Wink wink*) I don not recommend this... But if you're a closet nymph then I highly recommend it...Just saying ;)**
More Soon My Brats ;)
Love You All Madly <3
Tam
xxx
I decided it was time for a good rant and this is a two-for-one *SPECIAL* :)
The first rant is for *Wait For You* by J.Lynn...
I only have one word for this book... OHMIGOD!!
It was so difficult not to fall in love with this story!!! It consumed me!!
My heart was destroyed after learning Avery's secret but then I bounced up & down like a 5 year old on a sugar high when Cameron came in to rescue her - except he showed up in a silver pick up truck rather than on a white horse! *Swoon*
Avery & Cameron have to learn to navigate their relationship but when their pasts collide, Avery can't seem to trust Cameron enough to tell him her secret... Will he be man enough to stick around or will he walk away from Avery in an attempt to keep his own heart safe?
But how can he keep his own heart, when Avery is the one holding on to it for dear life?
**YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK!!** (I need to mention that Cameron is hot as hell and if you don't squirm while reading this then you need help....Seriously)
So while *Wait For You* pulls at your heart strings & makes you want to cry for Avery's struggle, *Hard To Resist* by Shanora Williams will have you feeling frustrated, excited & teary eyed for whole different reason...
This was another book that had me completely consumed!! I love Natalie! It was so easy to connect with her because I understand what its like to love someone who can't love you the way you love them. Her sense of betrayal is palpable but after meeting NolanYoung, her anger & hatred falls away.
You end up rooting for these 2 broken people from the beginning...
**WARNING: This book contains some of the...uh...HOTTEST freaky deaky scenes... So if you have heart problems or are a little 'frustrated' (Catch my drift? *Wink wink*) I don not recommend this... But if you're a closet nymph then I highly recommend it...Just saying ;)**
More Soon My Brats ;)
Love You All Madly <3
Tam
xxx
March 6, 2013
**Beneath Your Beautiful Synopsis**
Hi Brats :)
As usual, TheSecretBookBrat HQ has been consumed by chaos :) Of course, this is never a complaint when that chaos involves reading :)
Before I share my fantastical reads with you, I have decided it's time to share the Synopsis of my very first novel, Beneath Your Beautiful :)
I am so excited about this but also very scared - I have no way of knowing where this journey will take me but I hope all of you will fall in love with Huntley & Grayson's story the same way I have :) The expected publication is October 16th but with a bit of luck and help from all my amazing authors, it will be out sooner ;)
My very good friend over at Pink Marshmallow is hard at work on the cover, and I can't wait for its reveal! So here goes... I give you Huntley & Grayson's story...
Beneath Your Beautiful by Tamsyn Bester
Synopsis
On the outside, Huntley Morgan is your typical girl-next-door, with her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and that’s exactly what she wants people to see. Her name exposes her to the demons of her past but remembering her reason for moving across the country to start over is what keeps her alive. For the first time since the brutal murder of her mother, Huntley allows herself to care about the people around her but that never included falling in love with her Uncle’s star football player and Whitley University’s resident play boy… Grayson Carter has everything a 21yr old College Senior could wish for – he’s the star of Whitley University’s football team, he has a different girl on his arm every night and a supportive family. For years he has managed keep his family together and hide their dark secrets from the small town of Breckinridge, Alabama. Until he spills his coffee on a blonde bombshell with piercing blue eyes that break his walls down with a single glare.
Huntley and Grayson try to stay away from each other, but when Huntley’s demons seek her out, her past unexpectedly collides’ head first with Grayson’s. He soon realises that while Huntley has the power to destroy them both, he is the only person who can not only save her, but also make them both whole…
“You don’t want to see beneath the surface Gray, there is a reason I only show people what they want to see.” – Huntley Morgan
”You are so determined to hide your broken soul that you don’t see how beautiful those pieces make you. You have completely disarmed me Huntley, you have left my heart and soul naked and all I want is for you to see that I am in love with every Goddamn broken piece of you. I don’t want anyone else.” - Grayson
As for my fantastical reads this week...
I found myself teetering between a Beautiful Bastard, Plastic Hearts and a dangerous game of Play With Me... My emotions have indeed been a complete mess, going from 'hot & REALLY bothered', to 'sad & frustrated' and back to 'hot & REALLY bothered'...
I started off with Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren and my my WHAT A READ! :) It had me damn near licking my iPad and wishing for my own Beautiful Bastard... ;)
From there moved myself on to Play With Me by Kristen Proby... Which again, leaves the reader squirming for a Will Montgomery of their very own. It was definitely my favourite in Kristen Proby's With Me In Seattle series :)
Lastly, I moved to the lighter and more 'innocent' side of the New Adult scale with Plastic Hearts by Lisa de Jong, another book that had me somewhere between throwing my iPad against the wall and crying because of the tug-of-war my feelings were in...
These are 3 fab reads that you HAVE to read, but Beautiful Bastard has to be on of my absolute favourites ;)
I'm off to find my next Book Boyfriend ;)
More Soon My Brats ;)
xxx
As usual, TheSecretBookBrat HQ has been consumed by chaos :) Of course, this is never a complaint when that chaos involves reading :)
Before I share my fantastical reads with you, I have decided it's time to share the Synopsis of my very first novel, Beneath Your Beautiful :)
I am so excited about this but also very scared - I have no way of knowing where this journey will take me but I hope all of you will fall in love with Huntley & Grayson's story the same way I have :) The expected publication is October 16th but with a bit of luck and help from all my amazing authors, it will be out sooner ;)
My very good friend over at Pink Marshmallow is hard at work on the cover, and I can't wait for its reveal! So here goes... I give you Huntley & Grayson's story...
Beneath Your Beautiful by Tamsyn Bester
Synopsis
On the outside, Huntley Morgan is your typical girl-next-door, with her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and that’s exactly what she wants people to see. Her name exposes her to the demons of her past but remembering her reason for moving across the country to start over is what keeps her alive. For the first time since the brutal murder of her mother, Huntley allows herself to care about the people around her but that never included falling in love with her Uncle’s star football player and Whitley University’s resident play boy… Grayson Carter has everything a 21yr old College Senior could wish for – he’s the star of Whitley University’s football team, he has a different girl on his arm every night and a supportive family. For years he has managed keep his family together and hide their dark secrets from the small town of Breckinridge, Alabama. Until he spills his coffee on a blonde bombshell with piercing blue eyes that break his walls down with a single glare.
Huntley and Grayson try to stay away from each other, but when Huntley’s demons seek her out, her past unexpectedly collides’ head first with Grayson’s. He soon realises that while Huntley has the power to destroy them both, he is the only person who can not only save her, but also make them both whole…
“You don’t want to see beneath the surface Gray, there is a reason I only show people what they want to see.” – Huntley Morgan
”You are so determined to hide your broken soul that you don’t see how beautiful those pieces make you. You have completely disarmed me Huntley, you have left my heart and soul naked and all I want is for you to see that I am in love with every Goddamn broken piece of you. I don’t want anyone else.” - Grayson
As for my fantastical reads this week...
I found myself teetering between a Beautiful Bastard, Plastic Hearts and a dangerous game of Play With Me... My emotions have indeed been a complete mess, going from 'hot & REALLY bothered', to 'sad & frustrated' and back to 'hot & REALLY bothered'...
I started off with Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren and my my WHAT A READ! :) It had me damn near licking my iPad and wishing for my own Beautiful Bastard... ;)
From there moved myself on to Play With Me by Kristen Proby... Which again, leaves the reader squirming for a Will Montgomery of their very own. It was definitely my favourite in Kristen Proby's With Me In Seattle series :)
Lastly, I moved to the lighter and more 'innocent' side of the New Adult scale with Plastic Hearts by Lisa de Jong, another book that had me somewhere between throwing my iPad against the wall and crying because of the tug-of-war my feelings were in...
These are 3 fab reads that you HAVE to read, but Beautiful Bastard has to be on of my absolute favourites ;)
I'm off to find my next Book Boyfriend ;)
More Soon My Brats ;)
xxx
March 3, 2013
*Broken At Love... A Must Read*
Hi Brats :):)
As usual, its time for a rant! :) There are so many amazing books coming out this month, and I was so lucky to recieve the ARC for *Broken At Love* by Lyla Pyne that is due out March 12th :):) YOU WILL WANT TO GET YOUR HANDS ON THIS!! :)
When a knee injury ends twenty-year-old Quinn Rowland’s pro tennis career, he’s not only dumped by his hot Russian girlfriend but ordered to attend college by his disinterested billionaire father. A rich kid who’s not used to being disappointed by life, Quinn and his sociopathic half-brother Sebastian create a frat house game intended to treat girls how they see them—as simple game pieces to be manipulated for their pleasure.
College sophomore Emilie Swanson knows Quinn’s reputation—after all, he did send one of her sorority sisters into therapy earlier in the semester—but the game and his charm bring them closer together and soon she starts to believe there’s more to Quinn than people think.
But what if the more is something darker than a game of toying with emotions and breaking hearts?
Quinn and Emilie might be falling for each other, but there are secrets he’s not ready to tell—and lifestyle changes he’s reluctant to make. She willingly stepped on the court, but if Emilie finds out she started out as nothing as a pawn in Quinn and Sebastian’s twisted game, she might never forgive him.
To his surprise, Quinn finds that he might finally care about someone more than he cares about himself…even if that means letting Emilie walk away for good.
****What did I think?? I devoured this book *gobble gobble gobble* and Quinn Rowland in a matter of 8 hours... Does that answer your question??To say that I loved this book is an understatement... Quinn Rowland is a has-been tennis star who's career is cut short after a knee injury... He is forced to attend Whitman University, and instead of focusing on his education, he spends his days drinking, partying and playing a game that has become well-known amongst all the girls at Whitman University... Until now, getting girls into bed has been a piece of cake for Quinn, since they get into his bed willingly... Quinn Rowland is an *ASSHAT*, just like Damon Salvatore, but you fall in love with broken man beneath the facade. He is *Beautifully Broken* and just when he thinks his thick skin bravado is impenetrable, Emilie Swanson walks through the fron door of his house and beats him at his own game. 6 love... She is sweet, and innocent, and everything Quinn knows to stay away from but his *Bad Boy* ways prevent him from resisting the challenge she presents. Of course, Emilie is also very aware of Quinns reputation, and knows her heart will be broken at the end of it all. But Emilie is already broken and when one night with Quinn exposes who he really is, she falls in love with the *REAL* Quinn Rowland... Emilie's love is enough but Quinn doesn't think he's worthy... Will he be able to prove to *HIMSELF* that he's worthy of a woman like Emilie's love or will he allow his own darkness to consume him completely?? I.LOVE.THIS.BOOK <3 If you loved The Perfect Game by Jenn Sterling, Never Too Far by Abbi Glines or Ashes by Molly McAdams then you will love this too!! :) I just want to thank Lyla for sending me the ARC :) I can't wait for the release of Broken At Love and to see what's next!! :) My Quinn & Emilie
Lyla Payne's Quinn & Emilie
My Song for Quinn - Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri My Song For Emilie - Kiss Quick by Matt Nathanson More soon my Brats :) Tam :) xxx
As usual, its time for a rant! :) There are so many amazing books coming out this month, and I was so lucky to recieve the ARC for *Broken At Love* by Lyla Pyne that is due out March 12th :):) YOU WILL WANT TO GET YOUR HANDS ON THIS!! :)
When a knee injury ends twenty-year-old Quinn Rowland’s pro tennis career, he’s not only dumped by his hot Russian girlfriend but ordered to attend college by his disinterested billionaire father. A rich kid who’s not used to being disappointed by life, Quinn and his sociopathic half-brother Sebastian create a frat house game intended to treat girls how they see them—as simple game pieces to be manipulated for their pleasure.
College sophomore Emilie Swanson knows Quinn’s reputation—after all, he did send one of her sorority sisters into therapy earlier in the semester—but the game and his charm bring them closer together and soon she starts to believe there’s more to Quinn than people think.
But what if the more is something darker than a game of toying with emotions and breaking hearts?
Quinn and Emilie might be falling for each other, but there are secrets he’s not ready to tell—and lifestyle changes he’s reluctant to make. She willingly stepped on the court, but if Emilie finds out she started out as nothing as a pawn in Quinn and Sebastian’s twisted game, she might never forgive him.
To his surprise, Quinn finds that he might finally care about someone more than he cares about himself…even if that means letting Emilie walk away for good.
****What did I think?? I devoured this book *gobble gobble gobble* and Quinn Rowland in a matter of 8 hours... Does that answer your question??To say that I loved this book is an understatement... Quinn Rowland is a has-been tennis star who's career is cut short after a knee injury... He is forced to attend Whitman University, and instead of focusing on his education, he spends his days drinking, partying and playing a game that has become well-known amongst all the girls at Whitman University... Until now, getting girls into bed has been a piece of cake for Quinn, since they get into his bed willingly... Quinn Rowland is an *ASSHAT*, just like Damon Salvatore, but you fall in love with broken man beneath the facade. He is *Beautifully Broken* and just when he thinks his thick skin bravado is impenetrable, Emilie Swanson walks through the fron door of his house and beats him at his own game. 6 love... She is sweet, and innocent, and everything Quinn knows to stay away from but his *Bad Boy* ways prevent him from resisting the challenge she presents. Of course, Emilie is also very aware of Quinns reputation, and knows her heart will be broken at the end of it all. But Emilie is already broken and when one night with Quinn exposes who he really is, she falls in love with the *REAL* Quinn Rowland... Emilie's love is enough but Quinn doesn't think he's worthy... Will he be able to prove to *HIMSELF* that he's worthy of a woman like Emilie's love or will he allow his own darkness to consume him completely?? I.LOVE.THIS.BOOK <3 If you loved The Perfect Game by Jenn Sterling, Never Too Far by Abbi Glines or Ashes by Molly McAdams then you will love this too!! :) I just want to thank Lyla for sending me the ARC :) I can't wait for the release of Broken At Love and to see what's next!! :) My Quinn & Emilie
Lyla Payne's Quinn & Emilie
My Song for Quinn - Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri My Song For Emilie - Kiss Quick by Matt Nathanson More soon my Brats :) Tam :) xxx
March 1, 2013
*Second Chance Boyfriend Cover Reveal...*
Hi Book Brats :)
This post has a major *SQUEEEEEEE* factor... TheSecretBookBrat HQ recieved a *TOP SECRET* package & given strict instructions to only share this on the 1st of March... Which in my case is today :):)
IT'S THE COVER RELEASE FOR *SECOND CHANCE BOYFRIEND* BY MONICA MURPHY.... (Get ready, here it comes...) *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Now for those of you who don't know (You should be totally ashamed of yourself!!), Monica first introduced us to Drew & Fable in the first part of their story, One Week Girlfriend! After that, I'm pretty sure it was *GAME OVER* for every reader who came into contact with this story... You can't help but fall in love with it...
Ofcourse we knew there would be a sequel... I mean really, Monica wouldn't have left us with that cliffhanger feeling deprived of a happy ending... RIGHT MONICA??? ;)
Right, lets get physical....
With more Drew & Fable ;)
I give you... *SECOND CHANCE BOYFRIEND* by Monica Murphy :):)
**SQUEEEEEEEE**
Second Chance Boyfriend
(Drew + Fable #2)
by
Monica Murphy
Release Date: April 2013
Cover Designed by: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations Cover Reveal Organized by: YA Bound Blog Tours
Summary from Goodreads:
Lost.
That one single word best describes my life at this very moment. I lost the
last games of the season and both my team and my coach blame me. I lost the
last two months because I drowned in my own despair like a complete loser. And
I lost the only girl who ever mattered because I was afraid being with me would destroy her.
But now I realize how truly lost I am without her. She has become my story…and even
though she acts like she’s moved on, I know she still thinks about me just as
much as I think about her. She’s beautiful, sweet—and so damn vulnerable, all I
want to do is help her. Be there for her. Love her… If only I could convince Fable to give me a second chance. Then I wouldn’t feel so
lost anymore, and neither would she. We could be found together. Forever.
*This Is The Music Video for Stay by Rihanna :) The Song That Reminds Monica Of Drew & Fable*
*** Take a look at the revamped cover of
One Week Girlfriend:
One Week Girlfriend
(Drew + Fable #1)
by
Monica Murphy
Release Date: 01/11/13
Summary from Goodreads: New Adult Contemporary Romance
**Mature situations and sexual content - recommended for ages 17+**
Temporary. That one single word best describes my life these last few years.
I’m working at a temporary job until I can finally break free. I’m my little
brother’s temporary mother since our mom doesn’t give a crap about either of
us. And I’m that temporary girl all the guys want to get with because I give it
up so easily. According to the rumors, at least.
But now I’m the temporary girlfriend of Drew Callahan, college football legend
and all around golden guy. He’s beautiful, sweet—and he’s hiding way more
secrets than I am. He’s brought me into this fake life where everyone seems to
hate me. And everyone seems to want something from him. The only thing he seems
to want though is…
Me.
I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I know is, I think Drew needs me. And
I want to be there for him.
Forever.
About the Author: Monica Murphy is a writer,
a wife and a mom. She drinks too much coffee and spends too much time in front
of her computer. She likes to read, she watches bad reality TV and she
sometimes acts younger than she really is. Though most of the time she's sure
her kids think she's a complete buzz kill.
One Week Girlfriend, a new adult/contemporary romance, is Monica's first
book. Website | Twitter | Facebook | GoodreadsONE WEEK GIRLFRIEND available NOW [image error] [image error]
This post has a major *SQUEEEEEEE* factor... TheSecretBookBrat HQ recieved a *TOP SECRET* package & given strict instructions to only share this on the 1st of March... Which in my case is today :):)
IT'S THE COVER RELEASE FOR *SECOND CHANCE BOYFRIEND* BY MONICA MURPHY.... (Get ready, here it comes...) *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Now for those of you who don't know (You should be totally ashamed of yourself!!), Monica first introduced us to Drew & Fable in the first part of their story, One Week Girlfriend! After that, I'm pretty sure it was *GAME OVER* for every reader who came into contact with this story... You can't help but fall in love with it...
Ofcourse we knew there would be a sequel... I mean really, Monica wouldn't have left us with that cliffhanger feeling deprived of a happy ending... RIGHT MONICA??? ;)
Right, lets get physical....
With more Drew & Fable ;)
I give you... *SECOND CHANCE BOYFRIEND* by Monica Murphy :):)
**SQUEEEEEEEE**
Second Chance Boyfriend
(Drew + Fable #2)
by
Monica Murphy
Release Date: April 2013
Cover Designed by: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations Cover Reveal Organized by: YA Bound Blog Tours
Summary from Goodreads:
Lost.
That one single word best describes my life at this very moment. I lost the
last games of the season and both my team and my coach blame me. I lost the
last two months because I drowned in my own despair like a complete loser. And
I lost the only girl who ever mattered because I was afraid being with me would destroy her.
But now I realize how truly lost I am without her. She has become my story…and even
though she acts like she’s moved on, I know she still thinks about me just as
much as I think about her. She’s beautiful, sweet—and so damn vulnerable, all I
want to do is help her. Be there for her. Love her… If only I could convince Fable to give me a second chance. Then I wouldn’t feel so
lost anymore, and neither would she. We could be found together. Forever.
*This Is The Music Video for Stay by Rihanna :) The Song That Reminds Monica Of Drew & Fable*
*** Take a look at the revamped cover of
One Week Girlfriend:
One Week Girlfriend
(Drew + Fable #1)
by
Monica Murphy
Release Date: 01/11/13Summary from Goodreads: New Adult Contemporary Romance
**Mature situations and sexual content - recommended for ages 17+**
Temporary. That one single word best describes my life these last few years.
I’m working at a temporary job until I can finally break free. I’m my little
brother’s temporary mother since our mom doesn’t give a crap about either of
us. And I’m that temporary girl all the guys want to get with because I give it
up so easily. According to the rumors, at least.
But now I’m the temporary girlfriend of Drew Callahan, college football legend
and all around golden guy. He’s beautiful, sweet—and he’s hiding way more
secrets than I am. He’s brought me into this fake life where everyone seems to
hate me. And everyone seems to want something from him. The only thing he seems
to want though is…
Me.
I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I know is, I think Drew needs me. And
I want to be there for him.
Forever.
About the Author: Monica Murphy is a writer,
a wife and a mom. She drinks too much coffee and spends too much time in front
of her computer. She likes to read, she watches bad reality TV and she
sometimes acts younger than she really is. Though most of the time she's sure
her kids think she's a complete buzz kill.
One Week Girlfriend, a new adult/contemporary romance, is Monica's first
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February 27, 2013
*Never Too Far* from a rant...
Hi Book Brats :)
Like most of you, TheSecretBookBrat HQ has been in a total frenzy over the release of Never To Far! I bought it yesterday & within 12 or so hours, I flipped the last page... WHAT A BOOK! :)
Before I start with my *RANT* about Never Too Far, I wanted to have a wee rant about Abbi Glines herself, who has yet again proven why she is Best Selling Author... I feel like it's important to recognise her as an Ambassador, not only for self-publishing authors but also for the New Adult genre that has taken our Indie Literary World by storm... She has truely paved the way for so many up and coming authors and has introduced us to Beau & Sawyer Vincent, Marcus Hardy, Jax Stone, Gage York, Preston Drake but the most famous & most lusted after, RUSH FINLAY <3
Right, speaking of Rush Finlay.... NEVER TOO FAR WAS AMAZING!! :):)
Fallen Too Far left us with a *BRUTAL* cliffhanger when Rush left Blaire in a motel room in her home town of Sumit, Alabama...
After a few weeks, Blaire makes the decision to move back to Rosemary after her best friend Cain proves for the last time that she really has nothing left in Sumit. After a *NOT-SO-SHOCKING* discovery, she heads back with a lot of apprehension about what lies ahead & is rather uncertain about her future, especially because she's no longer the only person she has to think about... (Please tell me ya'll will catch onto this because I'm *DYING* to say the words but I won't, in case some of ya'll haven't read this yet....)
Blaire has become one of my all time favourite characters - there were moments where my heart broke for this poor girl but I felt admiration when she took everything in her stride. She had to learn to trust Rush & Rush had to earn the right to have access to her heart again. We all know the outcome of this book was inevitable but I absolutely loved how Rush had matured since Blaire walked out of his life. When he learns of her return to Rosemary, he *LITERALLY* does everything *HUMANLY POSSIBLE* to win Blaire back, and that intensifies when he learns about her secret...
There were so many *WTF* moments throughout this book but in the end every moment proved significant... Rush & Blaire's story feels like a real fairytale - its messy, brutal and hurts like hell but shows that when you find the righ person, Love really is enough.... <3 My *FAVOURITE* moment??
This one --> "No man has ever loved a woman as much as I love you. Nothing will ever come before you. I don't know what else I have to do to prove to you that I won't hurt you. You don't have to be alone anymore. I need you." - Rush
(And I still hate Nan....)
I also loved Woods' role in this book - I am beyond excited that he will be getting his own book because there is so much more to him than meets the eye... #TeamWoods
Now many of us thought the ending was a little abrupt BUT.... and this is a *HUGE* but.... Abbi Glines has decided to release a 3rd book for Rush & Blaire!! *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Ok, after that mumble & jumble of thoughts I am out of breathe.... ;)
IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YET, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING READING THIS POST RIGHT NOW?? WELL?? YOU KNOW WHERE AMAZON IS - GO!!!! ;)
More soon my Brats ;)
Love ya'll madly <3
Tam
Psssst..... Here's the Music Vid for the last song on the Never Too Far playlist...
Between the Raindrops by Lifehouse ft Natasha Beddingfield
Like most of you, TheSecretBookBrat HQ has been in a total frenzy over the release of Never To Far! I bought it yesterday & within 12 or so hours, I flipped the last page... WHAT A BOOK! :)
Before I start with my *RANT* about Never Too Far, I wanted to have a wee rant about Abbi Glines herself, who has yet again proven why she is Best Selling Author... I feel like it's important to recognise her as an Ambassador, not only for self-publishing authors but also for the New Adult genre that has taken our Indie Literary World by storm... She has truely paved the way for so many up and coming authors and has introduced us to Beau & Sawyer Vincent, Marcus Hardy, Jax Stone, Gage York, Preston Drake but the most famous & most lusted after, RUSH FINLAY <3
Right, speaking of Rush Finlay.... NEVER TOO FAR WAS AMAZING!! :):)
Fallen Too Far left us with a *BRUTAL* cliffhanger when Rush left Blaire in a motel room in her home town of Sumit, Alabama...
After a few weeks, Blaire makes the decision to move back to Rosemary after her best friend Cain proves for the last time that she really has nothing left in Sumit. After a *NOT-SO-SHOCKING* discovery, she heads back with a lot of apprehension about what lies ahead & is rather uncertain about her future, especially because she's no longer the only person she has to think about... (Please tell me ya'll will catch onto this because I'm *DYING* to say the words but I won't, in case some of ya'll haven't read this yet....)
Blaire has become one of my all time favourite characters - there were moments where my heart broke for this poor girl but I felt admiration when she took everything in her stride. She had to learn to trust Rush & Rush had to earn the right to have access to her heart again. We all know the outcome of this book was inevitable but I absolutely loved how Rush had matured since Blaire walked out of his life. When he learns of her return to Rosemary, he *LITERALLY* does everything *HUMANLY POSSIBLE* to win Blaire back, and that intensifies when he learns about her secret...
There were so many *WTF* moments throughout this book but in the end every moment proved significant... Rush & Blaire's story feels like a real fairytale - its messy, brutal and hurts like hell but shows that when you find the righ person, Love really is enough.... <3 My *FAVOURITE* moment??
This one --> "No man has ever loved a woman as much as I love you. Nothing will ever come before you. I don't know what else I have to do to prove to you that I won't hurt you. You don't have to be alone anymore. I need you." - Rush
(And I still hate Nan....)
I also loved Woods' role in this book - I am beyond excited that he will be getting his own book because there is so much more to him than meets the eye... #TeamWoods
Now many of us thought the ending was a little abrupt BUT.... and this is a *HUGE* but.... Abbi Glines has decided to release a 3rd book for Rush & Blaire!! *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Ok, after that mumble & jumble of thoughts I am out of breathe.... ;)
IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YET, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING READING THIS POST RIGHT NOW?? WELL?? YOU KNOW WHERE AMAZON IS - GO!!!! ;)
More soon my Brats ;)
Love ya'll madly <3
Tam
Psssst..... Here's the Music Vid for the last song on the Never Too Far playlist...
Between the Raindrops by Lifehouse ft Natasha Beddingfield
February 24, 2013
**All Things Team Mason...**
Hi Brats :)
What a crazy few days it has been!! :) Its just been BOOKS BOOKS & MORE BOOKS over here at TheSecretBookBrat HQ :) But, as the weekend draws to a close, Erin Noelle, the crazy lady that she is (Love you madly Erin!!), thought it would be nice to start off a new week with not one but TWO additional scenes to her amazing debut novel Metamorphosis! :) I still haven't decided if I'm Team Mason or Team Ash just yet.... But after reading this, I'm leaning a little more towards Mason's corner ;)
MASON'S POV
Tonight is going to be good, I thought to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Scratch that. Tonight was going to be fucking fantastic.
Call it a premonition, a hunch, whatever you want, but I could feel the nerves in my gut building in anticipation of something. I just wasn’t sure exactly what for. It definitely wasn’t about performing at my brother’s bar; I had been singing in front of crowds of people since before I could remember. The only time I got nervous when taking the stage now was if I knew that someone important might be watching or listening. Maybe that was it. Maybe a scout or a producer or someone with a connection to the music business would find their way to the old mechanic-shop-turned-bar that I considered my home away from home, and help Jobu’s Rum get our foot in the door, or rather, out the door. I could only hope, because I was more than ready to get the fuck out of Texas. There was nothing keeping me here anymore.
I grabbed my keys from the bar and flew down the two flights of stairs to my car. I folded my large body into the driver’s seat. This would definitely be the last sports car I ever owned. They were great to look at and were fast as shit, but I was way too big to fit inside comfortably. I needed to break down and go buy the Harley that I had been eyeing for a few months now. I would do that soon. I turned on some old school Beastie Boys with a beat that matched my spry mood and made the short drive over to the bar.
Cruz and Sebastian were already sitting at our table when I walked in. I wasn’t surprised that Aaron wasn’t here. Ever since he had started dating Sophie a few months ago, he was late for everything. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and apparently they often got side-tracked when trying to get dressed to go anywhere. I was jealous as hell at his happiness, but I wasn’t about to get on his ass about it until it interfered with something serious. I knew all too well that the honeymoon phase would wear off quickly and the next thing we knew, he would be running late because they were fighting over something irrelevant and petty. Relationships were for the fucking birds.
Seconds after taking my place on the barstool, a waitress set a beer on the table in front of me, making sure she rubbed her boobs against my back and arm in the process. I was pretty sure her name was Tiffany and I couldn’t remember if I had fucked her before or not. I didn’t think so- maybe that would change tonight. I flashed her one of my panty-dropping smiles with my “thanks” and she all but melted onto the floor. A good night indeed.
Led in by Sophie, Aaron finally showed up about half an hour later and the four of us quickly ran down the lineup for the night as we downed a few beers. Tiffany stopped by to “check on me” a few more times and I chuckled at her frustration by the other girls that had joined the table. To make sure she knew I was interested in hooking up later, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me one of the times she walked by.
“Hey beautiful, you got plans when you get off tonight?” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head and I could see the pulse in her neck speed up. This was going to be too easy. Maybe I should just take her to one of the dressing rooms now and actually get some sleep tonight. As I pondered the thought, the band on stage announced they were about to play their last song. Well so much for that bright idea. “Good, don’t make any,” I said and lightly kissed her neck. I slid off my stool and gave the rest of the guys the “let’s go” nod. I smacked Tiffany’s ass as she walked away and that made her squeal like a twelve year old. God, I hope she didn’t make that awful noise when I fucked her later.
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The set was flowing nicely, even Aaron was able to pull his head out of his girlfriend’s ass long enough to concentrate on the music, when she walked in. I don’t know what it was about her that made me look at her the minute she stepped through the door, but it was like a light beckoning for my attention. I momentarily forgot the words to the song I was singing, and I hoped that no one except for the band would notice. I would’ve looked around to see other’s people’s reaction but I couldn’t draw my eyes away from her.
After I got back on track with the music, I watched her walk across the room, never once looking up at me almost as if she didn’t hear me. She was with two other girls that were pretty hot as well, but she was… angelic. I had seen many beautiful women before… shit, I still had sex with a Victoria Secret model on a regular basis, but there was something different about this girl that attracted me and it wasn’t just about her looks. Her outfit was anything but angelic. The black and red sheer/ lacy thing and tight ass jeans she had on screamed naughty girl, and I loved that long, dark, silky hair- it was perfect to wrap around my hands and pull during the throes… But there was something about her face that was so completely innocent, the way her eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything as if it was the first time she had ever been in public, trying to soak everything in. One of her friends was holding her hand and practically dragging her along. I chuckled to myself and nearly lost my place again. Okay, Rat, focus dumb ass. Stop acting like a little bitch.
I forced myself to look around the room at the rest of the crowd as that song ended and we began the next. I looked down at the group of females that were taking up the half of the dance floor closest to us. The same old group looked up at me, and I groaned internally. Some of them were borderline pathetic. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to see her again so I visually searched the area that she was headed and found her at the tables of one of the bands that had played earlier. She was standing off to the side while the blonde friend appeared to be introducing her and the other friend to the people at the table. Her shyness was adorable even from this distance and I wondered how easily I could make her blush.
Again I made myself look away and make eye contact with some of the other bar patrons. When Cruz began the opening chords of I Want You by Kings of Leon, one of our favorite covers to do, the women went wild. I have to admit, there was just something about this song that was so fucking fun to sing. There was nothing like finding a hot ass chic in the audience and looking into her eyes when I sang “A choke and a gag, she spit up and came back for more, And said I want you just exactly like I used to…,” I loved knowing that her panties were most likely getting all wet from it. It was always at that point of the night that I claimed my victory; the rest of it was just collecting my prize.
I returned my sight to where she was sitting and she was staring directly at me, open-mouth gaping. Oh, I was about to have some fun with this. I gave her a devilish grin and was going to give her my best seductive eyes but she looked away immediately. What the hell? I continued looking at and singing to her thinking that she was going to look back in my direction, but she never did. The blonde friend kept looking up at me and smiling and then leaning over and whispering to angel girl. I was ready for the set to be over with, quickly. I needed to go meet this girl and figure out what the deal was. Was this all just some hard-to-get play? Something told me no, but I had to find out more.
After we finished up and I showered and changed out of my sweaty clothes, I wasted no time in approaching her. She was still sitting in the same place, but as I got close to the table she jumped off of her stool and I heard her ask the friend, “Do you want to go to the bar with me to get another drink? I don’t feel like waiting for the server to come back around.” Her friend mumbled something about company and then she turned around and I got my first good look at her close up. I was dumbfounded. Sure, she was pretty. Most people would probably even say beautiful, but there was just something about her brown eyes that fascinated me. The sparkle in them was so vibrant, so pure… almost as if they were untainted by the real world.
“Hey, I’m Mason, but most people call me Rat,” I said sticking my hand out, finally breaking the silence. God, I sounded like such a fucking tool.
“Hi, I’m Scarlett. It’s nice to meet you, Mason,” she responded hesitantly and put her hand in mine. The feel of her skin against mine made me catch my breath.
“I overheard you saying that you were headed to get a drink as I walked up. Would you be interested in joining me for one at my table?” I hoped that my usual charming instincts, whatever the hell they were, were working because I felt like the biggest idiot and I didn’t even know why. Part of me hoped that she would say no just so I could go over to Tiffany and the night would be easy. What the hell was I doing over here anyway? It was still fresh in my head what the end result was the last time I felt like this around a girl.
Scarlett looked around the table until she made eye contact with the small Asian friend. They seemed to share some unspoken conversation and then she grabbed her purse and smiled at me, “I’d love to.” I was in so much trouble.
Back at the table I introduced Scarlett to the guys and Sophie, and her sweet shyness was evident. Everyone was giving me questioning looks, but I just smiled and shrugged. I wasn’t sure what I was doing either. She was so different from the kind of girl I usually hooked up with. This was going to get interesting. After making our way around the table, I sat on my stool and decided to do an initial test of the waters. She had let me hold her hand as we walked across the room, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to any more touching. Without asking, I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, leaving one arm wrapped around her waist. She stiffened a bit at first, but quickly relaxed and got comfortable on my leg. Her content smirk as if she was pleasantly surprised to like the closeness of our bodies, made me even more curious.
Tiffany brought over the two beers that I had hand signaled at her with a scowl across her face and slammed them on the table. I gave her a warning look not to push her attitude. She knew damn well not to act that way if she wanted to keep her job. I looked at Scarlett to see if she had noticed Tiffany’s behavior, but instead found her staring over at the pool table area. I wasn’t sure if she was just looking around in general or if she was looking at someone specific, but either way I wanted her attention back on me. I wasn’t quite sure what to say or what type of conversation to start up. I usually didn’t do much talking to chicks. So instead, I decided to really push my luck, and do what I do best. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her eyes to look into mine. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to taste that sweet mouth. I brought her lips to mine and tried to deliver the softest, most tender kiss that I could, but it was nearly impossible when I just wanted to devour her.
My tongue instinctively found her lips and ran lightly around the perimeter, silently requesting entrance. I needed some part of my body to be in some part of hers immediately. She whimpered and her lips separated granting me access. Her tongue felt like warm melted caramel against mine, and I nearly came in my pants when she flicked my lip ring with it. I had to pull away from her before I lost my mind. The things I had done with girls might make a porn star blush, so why in the world was a kiss making me feel so out of control. Because I had never kissed an angel before, that’s why.
Hidden Scene - Mason & Scarlett
The words that had just tumbled from my mouth echoed loudly through my head. Still cupping his face in my hands just centimeters from my own, I looked in Mason’s hooded eyes to gage his reaction to my deceitful declaration of love. I feared that he would question my intent or sincerity, but instead his gray orbs lit up and sparkled down at me.
“Say it again,” he whispered, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
I took a deep breath and made the final decision to see this thing through. Lying flat on my back with his beautifully massive frame hovering over me, I felt safe, protected, and cherished in his presence. But most importantly, I didn’t feel alone. I couldn’t do alone.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“And what else?” He leaned down to lightly kiss my lips, but made sure to simultaneously lower the weight of his hips so that his erection was once again pressed against my clit. My hips naturally lifted up to his to increase the friction and I moaned softly into his mouth.
“Make love to me Mason. I need you inside me,” I panted.
“My pleasure, Angel,” he drawled and blanketed himself over me.
I had thought that the sexual interactions Mason and I had shared before were passionate, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity that followed those three words. At first, he kissed me ever so delicately and purposefully, taking his sweet time assaulting my mouth and tongue with his own. My hands ran through his barely-there dark hair and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled down on him, indicating that I wanted him to increase the force, but instead he withdrew from my mouth and shook his head at me.
Mason’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Slow down, Angel. We aren’t in any rush.” He ran his nose across my jaw bone to my ear at a devastatingly sluggish pace, all the while making slow, deliberate circles with his hips against mine causing the buzzing ache between my legs to continue to build. When he finally reached my ear, he bit down on the lobe and I groaned with pleasure. He continued his pecking and nipping down my neck and sternum until he had shimmied himself down the bed to be eye level with my breasts. His hard cock was no longer in contact with my body and I sighed at the absence; however, Mason quickly rerouted my thoughts as he drew one of my nipples between his teeth and pinched the other at the same time. I squealed at the initial flash of pain but immensely enjoyed the warm, moist tongue that followed, kissing and sucking the discomfort away. He spent equal amount of time on each heavy breast and the anticipation building inside of me was reaching a dangerous level. I wiggled against him and I could feel him laugh against my sensitive flesh.
He slowly continued his tantalizing treatment by trailing kisses down my stomach towards the throbbing that I needed him so badly to address. Not quickly enough he had made his down my body and was snuggled nice and securely between my legs. I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs and again, I instinctively lifted my hips up to him, wanting him to abate the ache that was getting more powerful by the second.
His mouth barely brushed against my sex and I groaned aloud. He pulled back slightly and looked up at me through his heavy lids. “You like that, Angel? You want more?”
“Please Mase. Don’t tease me,” I begged him. “I need you. All of you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the please or the I need you that he couldn’t resist, but moments later his lips crashed on my mound with such force that my hands flew straight to the back of his head. “Oh God,” I muttered. He skillfully used a combination of his mouth and fingers to tempt and torment my already aroused and wet core. I had a strong grip on the back of his head, as I shamelessly grinded against his face. I could feel the wave building, gradually at first, but soon at a rolling-out-of-control speed straight to the fire that burned deep inside me.
“I fucking love the way you taste… like my own slice of heaven.” I melted at his words as he continued to unknowingly bury my sorrows in his touch. Mason grabbed a hold of my hip bones as I bucked out of control, spreading my juices on his hand and face, until my body relaxed into a purely euphoric state.
Kissing his way back up my thin frame, my body quickly came back to life and by the time his lips had reached mine, I was humming in anticipation yet again. Mason’s gray eyes sparkled down at me, full of love and affection, and for a brief moment I felt a twinge of guilt. But when he leaned down and kissed me thoroughly on the mouth, and all negative thoughts were replaced with my overwhelming need to feel wanted and loved.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mason asked as he raised up a bit to look deep into my eyes.
“More than anything,” I replied, nipping at his bottom lip. “Make love to me, Mason.”
He leaned over to his night stand and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. He skillfully tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself in seconds. He lowered himself back down on top of me, locking his eyes on mine again.
“I know this is going to be uncomfortable at first. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” Mason instructed me. I nodded my head and reached up to cup his face. I was nervous, so fucking nervous, but I needed it. There was no way I was backing out.
Nestled between my legs, I could feel the tip of his erection pressing against my slick opening. He slowly tried to work his way inside me, and I could feel my skin stretching to make room for him. It was uncomfortable but not excruciating pain like I had expected. Mason stopped moving to check on me and after reassuring him I was fine, he continued to try and work his full length inside me. The further he went, the more it hurt- burning, ripping, stretching. I wrapped my arms around his back and buried my head in his shoulder, biting down gingerly. I needed the physical pain. I needed it take away all of the other pain
“Mason, please, just get it over with,” I pleaded.
“Are you sure?” he asked unsure.
I nodded my head against his body. “Yes, I need you completely inside me now.”
He pulled out the little ways that he had managed to maneuver and looked at me with adoration. “I love you, Scarlett.” As he kissed me hard and possessively, devouring every inch of my mouth, and without warning, slammed deep inside my body.
I would’ve screamed loudly had his mouth not been covering mine, so instead I dug my fingernails into his back. He pulled back slightly and pounded inside me again.
“Oh shit, Scarlett,” he cried out. “You feel so fucking incredible.” He continued the strokes in and out and after a little while the pain had decreased quite a bit, and an aching pleasure took it’s place.
“Oh God…” I breathed, arching my back to be closer to him while my hands continued to grasp his broad back. I couldn’t get close enough to him, I had to make sure he didn’t pull away from me… make sure he didn’t reject me. I needed him to make me somewhat whole again after the last two days had shattered me into pieces. “Please Mason…” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” he grumbled, without breaking the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. “I’m close Angel.”
We were both silent from that point on, only the sounds of our bodies hitting one another could be heard until I felt his big strong body tighten up and pound into me with three long, hard, final strokes. He went limp on top of me and buried his face in my neck. We laid like that for a while before he rolled off of me onto his side. He quickly discarded the condom and rejoined me on the bed. Pulling me up against his body, his big arms completely enveloped me and I snuggled sleepily to his chest.
“My Angel…” was the last thing I remembered him saying before I passed out from full body exhaustion. *Fans Face* OH.EM.GEEEEPlease raise your hands if you can't wait for the release of Ambrosia... *raises hand* More Soon My Brats :) Love ya'll madly <3 xxx
What a crazy few days it has been!! :) Its just been BOOKS BOOKS & MORE BOOKS over here at TheSecretBookBrat HQ :) But, as the weekend draws to a close, Erin Noelle, the crazy lady that she is (Love you madly Erin!!), thought it would be nice to start off a new week with not one but TWO additional scenes to her amazing debut novel Metamorphosis! :) I still haven't decided if I'm Team Mason or Team Ash just yet.... But after reading this, I'm leaning a little more towards Mason's corner ;)
MASON'S POV
Tonight is going to be good, I thought to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Scratch that. Tonight was going to be fucking fantastic.
Call it a premonition, a hunch, whatever you want, but I could feel the nerves in my gut building in anticipation of something. I just wasn’t sure exactly what for. It definitely wasn’t about performing at my brother’s bar; I had been singing in front of crowds of people since before I could remember. The only time I got nervous when taking the stage now was if I knew that someone important might be watching or listening. Maybe that was it. Maybe a scout or a producer or someone with a connection to the music business would find their way to the old mechanic-shop-turned-bar that I considered my home away from home, and help Jobu’s Rum get our foot in the door, or rather, out the door. I could only hope, because I was more than ready to get the fuck out of Texas. There was nothing keeping me here anymore.
I grabbed my keys from the bar and flew down the two flights of stairs to my car. I folded my large body into the driver’s seat. This would definitely be the last sports car I ever owned. They were great to look at and were fast as shit, but I was way too big to fit inside comfortably. I needed to break down and go buy the Harley that I had been eyeing for a few months now. I would do that soon. I turned on some old school Beastie Boys with a beat that matched my spry mood and made the short drive over to the bar.
Cruz and Sebastian were already sitting at our table when I walked in. I wasn’t surprised that Aaron wasn’t here. Ever since he had started dating Sophie a few months ago, he was late for everything. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and apparently they often got side-tracked when trying to get dressed to go anywhere. I was jealous as hell at his happiness, but I wasn’t about to get on his ass about it until it interfered with something serious. I knew all too well that the honeymoon phase would wear off quickly and the next thing we knew, he would be running late because they were fighting over something irrelevant and petty. Relationships were for the fucking birds.
Seconds after taking my place on the barstool, a waitress set a beer on the table in front of me, making sure she rubbed her boobs against my back and arm in the process. I was pretty sure her name was Tiffany and I couldn’t remember if I had fucked her before or not. I didn’t think so- maybe that would change tonight. I flashed her one of my panty-dropping smiles with my “thanks” and she all but melted onto the floor. A good night indeed.
Led in by Sophie, Aaron finally showed up about half an hour later and the four of us quickly ran down the lineup for the night as we downed a few beers. Tiffany stopped by to “check on me” a few more times and I chuckled at her frustration by the other girls that had joined the table. To make sure she knew I was interested in hooking up later, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me one of the times she walked by.
“Hey beautiful, you got plans when you get off tonight?” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head and I could see the pulse in her neck speed up. This was going to be too easy. Maybe I should just take her to one of the dressing rooms now and actually get some sleep tonight. As I pondered the thought, the band on stage announced they were about to play their last song. Well so much for that bright idea. “Good, don’t make any,” I said and lightly kissed her neck. I slid off my stool and gave the rest of the guys the “let’s go” nod. I smacked Tiffany’s ass as she walked away and that made her squeal like a twelve year old. God, I hope she didn’t make that awful noise when I fucked her later.
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The set was flowing nicely, even Aaron was able to pull his head out of his girlfriend’s ass long enough to concentrate on the music, when she walked in. I don’t know what it was about her that made me look at her the minute she stepped through the door, but it was like a light beckoning for my attention. I momentarily forgot the words to the song I was singing, and I hoped that no one except for the band would notice. I would’ve looked around to see other’s people’s reaction but I couldn’t draw my eyes away from her.
After I got back on track with the music, I watched her walk across the room, never once looking up at me almost as if she didn’t hear me. She was with two other girls that were pretty hot as well, but she was… angelic. I had seen many beautiful women before… shit, I still had sex with a Victoria Secret model on a regular basis, but there was something different about this girl that attracted me and it wasn’t just about her looks. Her outfit was anything but angelic. The black and red sheer/ lacy thing and tight ass jeans she had on screamed naughty girl, and I loved that long, dark, silky hair- it was perfect to wrap around my hands and pull during the throes… But there was something about her face that was so completely innocent, the way her eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything as if it was the first time she had ever been in public, trying to soak everything in. One of her friends was holding her hand and practically dragging her along. I chuckled to myself and nearly lost my place again. Okay, Rat, focus dumb ass. Stop acting like a little bitch.
I forced myself to look around the room at the rest of the crowd as that song ended and we began the next. I looked down at the group of females that were taking up the half of the dance floor closest to us. The same old group looked up at me, and I groaned internally. Some of them were borderline pathetic. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to see her again so I visually searched the area that she was headed and found her at the tables of one of the bands that had played earlier. She was standing off to the side while the blonde friend appeared to be introducing her and the other friend to the people at the table. Her shyness was adorable even from this distance and I wondered how easily I could make her blush.
Again I made myself look away and make eye contact with some of the other bar patrons. When Cruz began the opening chords of I Want You by Kings of Leon, one of our favorite covers to do, the women went wild. I have to admit, there was just something about this song that was so fucking fun to sing. There was nothing like finding a hot ass chic in the audience and looking into her eyes when I sang “A choke and a gag, she spit up and came back for more, And said I want you just exactly like I used to…,” I loved knowing that her panties were most likely getting all wet from it. It was always at that point of the night that I claimed my victory; the rest of it was just collecting my prize.
I returned my sight to where she was sitting and she was staring directly at me, open-mouth gaping. Oh, I was about to have some fun with this. I gave her a devilish grin and was going to give her my best seductive eyes but she looked away immediately. What the hell? I continued looking at and singing to her thinking that she was going to look back in my direction, but she never did. The blonde friend kept looking up at me and smiling and then leaning over and whispering to angel girl. I was ready for the set to be over with, quickly. I needed to go meet this girl and figure out what the deal was. Was this all just some hard-to-get play? Something told me no, but I had to find out more.
After we finished up and I showered and changed out of my sweaty clothes, I wasted no time in approaching her. She was still sitting in the same place, but as I got close to the table she jumped off of her stool and I heard her ask the friend, “Do you want to go to the bar with me to get another drink? I don’t feel like waiting for the server to come back around.” Her friend mumbled something about company and then she turned around and I got my first good look at her close up. I was dumbfounded. Sure, she was pretty. Most people would probably even say beautiful, but there was just something about her brown eyes that fascinated me. The sparkle in them was so vibrant, so pure… almost as if they were untainted by the real world.
“Hey, I’m Mason, but most people call me Rat,” I said sticking my hand out, finally breaking the silence. God, I sounded like such a fucking tool.
“Hi, I’m Scarlett. It’s nice to meet you, Mason,” she responded hesitantly and put her hand in mine. The feel of her skin against mine made me catch my breath.
“I overheard you saying that you were headed to get a drink as I walked up. Would you be interested in joining me for one at my table?” I hoped that my usual charming instincts, whatever the hell they were, were working because I felt like the biggest idiot and I didn’t even know why. Part of me hoped that she would say no just so I could go over to Tiffany and the night would be easy. What the hell was I doing over here anyway? It was still fresh in my head what the end result was the last time I felt like this around a girl.
Scarlett looked around the table until she made eye contact with the small Asian friend. They seemed to share some unspoken conversation and then she grabbed her purse and smiled at me, “I’d love to.” I was in so much trouble.
Back at the table I introduced Scarlett to the guys and Sophie, and her sweet shyness was evident. Everyone was giving me questioning looks, but I just smiled and shrugged. I wasn’t sure what I was doing either. She was so different from the kind of girl I usually hooked up with. This was going to get interesting. After making our way around the table, I sat on my stool and decided to do an initial test of the waters. She had let me hold her hand as we walked across the room, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to any more touching. Without asking, I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, leaving one arm wrapped around her waist. She stiffened a bit at first, but quickly relaxed and got comfortable on my leg. Her content smirk as if she was pleasantly surprised to like the closeness of our bodies, made me even more curious.
Tiffany brought over the two beers that I had hand signaled at her with a scowl across her face and slammed them on the table. I gave her a warning look not to push her attitude. She knew damn well not to act that way if she wanted to keep her job. I looked at Scarlett to see if she had noticed Tiffany’s behavior, but instead found her staring over at the pool table area. I wasn’t sure if she was just looking around in general or if she was looking at someone specific, but either way I wanted her attention back on me. I wasn’t quite sure what to say or what type of conversation to start up. I usually didn’t do much talking to chicks. So instead, I decided to really push my luck, and do what I do best. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her eyes to look into mine. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to taste that sweet mouth. I brought her lips to mine and tried to deliver the softest, most tender kiss that I could, but it was nearly impossible when I just wanted to devour her.
My tongue instinctively found her lips and ran lightly around the perimeter, silently requesting entrance. I needed some part of my body to be in some part of hers immediately. She whimpered and her lips separated granting me access. Her tongue felt like warm melted caramel against mine, and I nearly came in my pants when she flicked my lip ring with it. I had to pull away from her before I lost my mind. The things I had done with girls might make a porn star blush, so why in the world was a kiss making me feel so out of control. Because I had never kissed an angel before, that’s why.
Hidden Scene - Mason & Scarlett
“I love you, Rat. I love you so much and I want you to make love to me right now.”
The words that had just tumbled from my mouth echoed loudly through my head. Still cupping his face in my hands just centimeters from my own, I looked in Mason’s hooded eyes to gage his reaction to my deceitful declaration of love. I feared that he would question my intent or sincerity, but instead his gray orbs lit up and sparkled down at me.
“Say it again,” he whispered, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
I took a deep breath and made the final decision to see this thing through. Lying flat on my back with his beautifully massive frame hovering over me, I felt safe, protected, and cherished in his presence. But most importantly, I didn’t feel alone. I couldn’t do alone.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“And what else?” He leaned down to lightly kiss my lips, but made sure to simultaneously lower the weight of his hips so that his erection was once again pressed against my clit. My hips naturally lifted up to his to increase the friction and I moaned softly into his mouth.
“Make love to me Mason. I need you inside me,” I panted.
“My pleasure, Angel,” he drawled and blanketed himself over me.
I had thought that the sexual interactions Mason and I had shared before were passionate, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity that followed those three words. At first, he kissed me ever so delicately and purposefully, taking his sweet time assaulting my mouth and tongue with his own. My hands ran through his barely-there dark hair and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled down on him, indicating that I wanted him to increase the force, but instead he withdrew from my mouth and shook his head at me.
Mason’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Slow down, Angel. We aren’t in any rush.” He ran his nose across my jaw bone to my ear at a devastatingly sluggish pace, all the while making slow, deliberate circles with his hips against mine causing the buzzing ache between my legs to continue to build. When he finally reached my ear, he bit down on the lobe and I groaned with pleasure. He continued his pecking and nipping down my neck and sternum until he had shimmied himself down the bed to be eye level with my breasts. His hard cock was no longer in contact with my body and I sighed at the absence; however, Mason quickly rerouted my thoughts as he drew one of my nipples between his teeth and pinched the other at the same time. I squealed at the initial flash of pain but immensely enjoyed the warm, moist tongue that followed, kissing and sucking the discomfort away. He spent equal amount of time on each heavy breast and the anticipation building inside of me was reaching a dangerous level. I wiggled against him and I could feel him laugh against my sensitive flesh.
He slowly continued his tantalizing treatment by trailing kisses down my stomach towards the throbbing that I needed him so badly to address. Not quickly enough he had made his down my body and was snuggled nice and securely between my legs. I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs and again, I instinctively lifted my hips up to him, wanting him to abate the ache that was getting more powerful by the second.
His mouth barely brushed against my sex and I groaned aloud. He pulled back slightly and looked up at me through his heavy lids. “You like that, Angel? You want more?”
“Please Mase. Don’t tease me,” I begged him. “I need you. All of you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the please or the I need you that he couldn’t resist, but moments later his lips crashed on my mound with such force that my hands flew straight to the back of his head. “Oh God,” I muttered. He skillfully used a combination of his mouth and fingers to tempt and torment my already aroused and wet core. I had a strong grip on the back of his head, as I shamelessly grinded against his face. I could feel the wave building, gradually at first, but soon at a rolling-out-of-control speed straight to the fire that burned deep inside me.
“I fucking love the way you taste… like my own slice of heaven.” I melted at his words as he continued to unknowingly bury my sorrows in his touch. Mason grabbed a hold of my hip bones as I bucked out of control, spreading my juices on his hand and face, until my body relaxed into a purely euphoric state.
Kissing his way back up my thin frame, my body quickly came back to life and by the time his lips had reached mine, I was humming in anticipation yet again. Mason’s gray eyes sparkled down at me, full of love and affection, and for a brief moment I felt a twinge of guilt. But when he leaned down and kissed me thoroughly on the mouth, and all negative thoughts were replaced with my overwhelming need to feel wanted and loved.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mason asked as he raised up a bit to look deep into my eyes.
“More than anything,” I replied, nipping at his bottom lip. “Make love to me, Mason.”
He leaned over to his night stand and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. He skillfully tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself in seconds. He lowered himself back down on top of me, locking his eyes on mine again.
“I know this is going to be uncomfortable at first. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” Mason instructed me. I nodded my head and reached up to cup his face. I was nervous, so fucking nervous, but I needed it. There was no way I was backing out.
Nestled between my legs, I could feel the tip of his erection pressing against my slick opening. He slowly tried to work his way inside me, and I could feel my skin stretching to make room for him. It was uncomfortable but not excruciating pain like I had expected. Mason stopped moving to check on me and after reassuring him I was fine, he continued to try and work his full length inside me. The further he went, the more it hurt- burning, ripping, stretching. I wrapped my arms around his back and buried my head in his shoulder, biting down gingerly. I needed the physical pain. I needed it take away all of the other pain
“Mason, please, just get it over with,” I pleaded.
“Are you sure?” he asked unsure.
I nodded my head against his body. “Yes, I need you completely inside me now.”
He pulled out the little ways that he had managed to maneuver and looked at me with adoration. “I love you, Scarlett.” As he kissed me hard and possessively, devouring every inch of my mouth, and without warning, slammed deep inside my body.
I would’ve screamed loudly had his mouth not been covering mine, so instead I dug my fingernails into his back. He pulled back slightly and pounded inside me again.
“Oh shit, Scarlett,” he cried out. “You feel so fucking incredible.” He continued the strokes in and out and after a little while the pain had decreased quite a bit, and an aching pleasure took it’s place.
“Oh God…” I breathed, arching my back to be closer to him while my hands continued to grasp his broad back. I couldn’t get close enough to him, I had to make sure he didn’t pull away from me… make sure he didn’t reject me. I needed him to make me somewhat whole again after the last two days had shattered me into pieces. “Please Mason…” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” he grumbled, without breaking the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. “I’m close Angel.”
We were both silent from that point on, only the sounds of our bodies hitting one another could be heard until I felt his big strong body tighten up and pound into me with three long, hard, final strokes. He went limp on top of me and buried his face in my neck. We laid like that for a while before he rolled off of me onto his side. He quickly discarded the condom and rejoined me on the bed. Pulling me up against his body, his big arms completely enveloped me and I snuggled sleepily to his chest.
“My Angel…” was the last thing I remembered him saying before I passed out from full body exhaustion. *Fans Face* OH.EM.GEEEEPlease raise your hands if you can't wait for the release of Ambrosia... *raises hand* More Soon My Brats :) Love ya'll madly <3 xxx
February 23, 2013
*Misguided Heart is at TheSecretBookBrat HQ*
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February 22, 2013
*One Week Girlfriend New Cover Reveal...*
Hi Brats :) Yes yes, I know I've been quiet. but I promise, as of next week friday TheSecretBookBrat will be operating full time!! Hope ya'll are *SQUEEEEEING* about that - I certainly am!! :) I hope you all caught the love letter *RANT* I wrote to Monica Murphy earlier this week about One Week Girlfriend because she has a surprise for all of ya'll ;) AN UPDATED COVER OF ONE WEEK GIRLFRIEND!! *SQUEEEEE* One Week Girlfriend is on sale now on Amazon for $0.99 so you really have *NO EXCUSE* not to read this! :) TAKE A LOOK!!!!
Since we are all *ANXIOUSLY* awaiting the release of book #2 *Second Chance Boyfriend* I have decided to a little somethin' extra for you Brats, in case you've missed the Teasers Monica has been torturing us with as well as an Excerpt! :) The release date of Second Chance Boyfriend is April 2nd (Which I assume could be subject to change)....
*EXCERPT*
I stare at Fable, overcome with having her in front of me after not being near her for so long. She’s beautiful, pissed at me, and so…God.I don’t even know what to think. Seeing her again is like having a million electric shocks bolting through my veins, both paralyzing me and goading me into action. I’m…overcome.
All I know is I need her. Now more than ever. “I don’t know what I was going to do,” I finally say.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, plumping up her breasts in that sexy as hell black bra that I can see through the thin white lace shirt she has on. The outfit kills me. I want to both tear it off of her and throw a coat over her shoulders so no other guy can see her like this. “I can’t do this, Drew.” A laugh escapes her, though it lacks humor. “I think it’s best if we stay away from each other.”
My heart bottoms out. Completely. I can’t even believe she’s saying this. Fighting the panic that threatens to sweep me under, I step closer to her. “Fable…”
She steps back, looking scared, as if she has nowhere to go and that makes me feel like shit. “You should go.”
I take another step toward her, and she takes another one back, bumping against the wall behind her. She’s trapped, she knows it and all I can think is thank God she can’t run away from me. “You don’t want me to leave.”
“Yes, I do.” She nods, her expression firm but her voice is weak.
I move in so close I invade her personal space. Her warmth, her scent wraps around me, intoxicating me and I brace my hands on the wall above her head, my arms bracketing her. I’ve got her completely caged in, and as I gaze down at her pretty, angry upturned face, all I can think is how much I want to kiss her and smudge that bright red lipstick all to hell with my lips. “How late do you work till?” I ask, my voice low, my thoughts…dirty. I want to get her home. Naked. In my bed. Impossible considering how I’ve ruined this fragile thing between us but I have hopes I can turn this around.
The trembling in her body is a clue she’s not over me. The way she’s looking at me with all that pent up longing in her gaze tells me I still have a chance too.
“Too late to meet with you after.” Reaching out, she pushes at my chest, her slender hands resting on my front and I hiss in a breath as if she burned me.
But shit. It feels like she has. Having her hands on me again after so long, it’s like she’s branding me. Making her claim with just a touch.
She has no idea that I’ve belonged to only her for months.
Without thought I lean in, my lips going for hers but she turns her head at the last second and I end up kissing her cheek instead. She’s quivering, little shuddering breaths escape from her parted lips and I close my eyes, desperate to calm the pounding of my heart as I nuzzle the side of her face. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?” I whisper against her skin.
Fable nods, draws in a deep breath as her hands drop away from my chest. “You did.”
“Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.” I need to know. I can’t let her think this is over between us.
She still keeps her face averted, as if she’s afraid to look me in the eyes. “It’s too late. There’s nothing you can do. It’s o—over between us.”
I remove my hand from the wall to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me. Those big, scared eyes meet mine and for a moment I’m lost. Like we’re back in time and at my parents’ guesthouse when we were about to embark on something big. Something serious. I had this girl in the palm of my hand and she had me. But I was such a chicken shit, I let her slip right out of my grip and now look at her.
She’s…different. Her entire life has changed in a matter of weeks. And I had nothing to do with it. She’s moved on while I’m still stuck.
The realization is staggering.
“I need to get back to work,” she whispers. “You should go back to your friends.”
I stroke her face, let my fingers trace the delicate line of her jaw. She closes her eyes, I notice the delicate movement of her throat as she swallows and I dip my head, this time making that connection I so desperately want. My mouth on hers, breathing her breath, tasting her lips, the sweet, mysterious depths within. She parts her lips immediately and I take advantage, slipping my tongue inside, tangling it with hers.
A groan escapes me and she breaks the kiss first, our eyes opening at the same time and we stare at each other without saying a word, her gaze dropping to my mouth again. I know what she wants.
I want it too.
We can’t resist each other. This one moment is proof. I need to do something, say something to continue this connection.
I need her. And she needs me. I know it.
“Fable. Everything okay?”
We both turn our heads to see some guy standing a few feet away, big and intimidating, dressed all in black, his gaze sharp as it lingers on me. He looks like he wants to kick my ass.
Great. After his interruption, the feeling’s mutual.
“I’m fine. Just getting back to work.” She shoves at me and I step back, letting her escape. Just like that.
Fable doesn’t look at me as she heads into the restaurant. Doesn’t say a word to me or the guy and we’re left outside alone, glaring at each other, sizing each other up. He’s older, at least in his late twenties and big.
But I’m taller. And broader. I could take him if I had to.
That I’m thinking like this is totally ridiculous.
“Who the hell are you?” he asks, his voice quiet but edged with steel.
“I could ask you the same question,” I toss back.
He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m her boss.”
Shit. I don’t want to screw up anything at her job. This place is nice, way nicer than La Salles and I bet she likes working here a lot more. Bet she makes more money too. “I’m her boyfriend.”
He lifts his brows, a little chuckle escaping him. “Really? Funny, she didn’t mention you when we were together last night.”
I’m so fucking shocked by what the asshole says that by the time I find my voice, he’s gone.*TEASERS* (In no specific order of actual events from the book)
**“What do you want to order?” His head is bent, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead as he reads over the menu. I wonder when he last got a haircut. I like it longer. It’s easier for me to run my fingers through and grip when I kiss him.** **All the while I’m trying my best to avoid Drew. I can feel his eyes on me. I know he sees me, is watching me and I don’t want to approach him. What do I say? What would I do? I both want to throw myself into his arms and throw a right hook into his perfect square jaw. ♥** **I miss him. I hate that I miss him but I do. Funny how someone can come into your life for such a brief time but leave such a lasting impression. He permanently imprinted himself on my heart, and I permanently imprinted his name on my skin. It’s silly, longing for a man who doesn’t long for me.-- Fable ♥** **For a girl As pretty as she deserves the Best. No more Lies. She is my Everything. -- Drew wrote this ♥** **A wistful sigh escapes her and I turn to find her blatantly checking me out. “What’s wrong?” Fable jerks her gaze up to meet mine, her expression slightly embarrassed. “You have the most beautiful body ever. You know that, right?” No, but she makes me feel like I do with just a look. A few casually spoken words. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” She shakes her head with a smile. “That you’re embarrassed makes you even cuter. And sexier. You’re built like some sort of god, Drew Callahan. If we weren’t in such a rush, I’d spend hours exploring your perfect body.” “Really?” I climb back onto the bed and over her, my face in hers, our bodies perfectly aligned. “That sounds promising.” “Oh, yeah.” She nods, settles her hand at the center of my chest, her fingers drifting down. Gooseflesh rises with her touch. “You’d love every second of it.” “I would?” I thrust my hips against her, nice and slow. Probably a huge mistake considering how close I am to coming already.“Mmm hmmm.” She arches beneath me like a cat, brushing against the very tip of me and I swear, she does that one more time, I’m done for. “I’d use my hands and my fingers and my mouth and my tongue. Until you’d finally beg me to stop and put you out of your misery.” ** Sigh.... I can't wait for this book... :):) More Soon my Brats :) Tams xxx
Since we are all *ANXIOUSLY* awaiting the release of book #2 *Second Chance Boyfriend* I have decided to a little somethin' extra for you Brats, in case you've missed the Teasers Monica has been torturing us with as well as an Excerpt! :) The release date of Second Chance Boyfriend is April 2nd (Which I assume could be subject to change)....*EXCERPT*
I stare at Fable, overcome with having her in front of me after not being near her for so long. She’s beautiful, pissed at me, and so…God.I don’t even know what to think. Seeing her again is like having a million electric shocks bolting through my veins, both paralyzing me and goading me into action. I’m…overcome.
All I know is I need her. Now more than ever. “I don’t know what I was going to do,” I finally say.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, plumping up her breasts in that sexy as hell black bra that I can see through the thin white lace shirt she has on. The outfit kills me. I want to both tear it off of her and throw a coat over her shoulders so no other guy can see her like this. “I can’t do this, Drew.” A laugh escapes her, though it lacks humor. “I think it’s best if we stay away from each other.”
My heart bottoms out. Completely. I can’t even believe she’s saying this. Fighting the panic that threatens to sweep me under, I step closer to her. “Fable…”
She steps back, looking scared, as if she has nowhere to go and that makes me feel like shit. “You should go.”
I take another step toward her, and she takes another one back, bumping against the wall behind her. She’s trapped, she knows it and all I can think is thank God she can’t run away from me. “You don’t want me to leave.”
“Yes, I do.” She nods, her expression firm but her voice is weak.
I move in so close I invade her personal space. Her warmth, her scent wraps around me, intoxicating me and I brace my hands on the wall above her head, my arms bracketing her. I’ve got her completely caged in, and as I gaze down at her pretty, angry upturned face, all I can think is how much I want to kiss her and smudge that bright red lipstick all to hell with my lips. “How late do you work till?” I ask, my voice low, my thoughts…dirty. I want to get her home. Naked. In my bed. Impossible considering how I’ve ruined this fragile thing between us but I have hopes I can turn this around.
The trembling in her body is a clue she’s not over me. The way she’s looking at me with all that pent up longing in her gaze tells me I still have a chance too.
“Too late to meet with you after.” Reaching out, she pushes at my chest, her slender hands resting on my front and I hiss in a breath as if she burned me.
But shit. It feels like she has. Having her hands on me again after so long, it’s like she’s branding me. Making her claim with just a touch.
She has no idea that I’ve belonged to only her for months.
Without thought I lean in, my lips going for hers but she turns her head at the last second and I end up kissing her cheek instead. She’s quivering, little shuddering breaths escape from her parted lips and I close my eyes, desperate to calm the pounding of my heart as I nuzzle the side of her face. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?” I whisper against her skin.
Fable nods, draws in a deep breath as her hands drop away from my chest. “You did.”
“Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.” I need to know. I can’t let her think this is over between us.
She still keeps her face averted, as if she’s afraid to look me in the eyes. “It’s too late. There’s nothing you can do. It’s o—over between us.”
I remove my hand from the wall to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me. Those big, scared eyes meet mine and for a moment I’m lost. Like we’re back in time and at my parents’ guesthouse when we were about to embark on something big. Something serious. I had this girl in the palm of my hand and she had me. But I was such a chicken shit, I let her slip right out of my grip and now look at her.
She’s…different. Her entire life has changed in a matter of weeks. And I had nothing to do with it. She’s moved on while I’m still stuck.
The realization is staggering.
“I need to get back to work,” she whispers. “You should go back to your friends.”
I stroke her face, let my fingers trace the delicate line of her jaw. She closes her eyes, I notice the delicate movement of her throat as she swallows and I dip my head, this time making that connection I so desperately want. My mouth on hers, breathing her breath, tasting her lips, the sweet, mysterious depths within. She parts her lips immediately and I take advantage, slipping my tongue inside, tangling it with hers.
A groan escapes me and she breaks the kiss first, our eyes opening at the same time and we stare at each other without saying a word, her gaze dropping to my mouth again. I know what she wants.
I want it too.
We can’t resist each other. This one moment is proof. I need to do something, say something to continue this connection.
I need her. And she needs me. I know it.
“Fable. Everything okay?”
We both turn our heads to see some guy standing a few feet away, big and intimidating, dressed all in black, his gaze sharp as it lingers on me. He looks like he wants to kick my ass.
Great. After his interruption, the feeling’s mutual.
“I’m fine. Just getting back to work.” She shoves at me and I step back, letting her escape. Just like that.
Fable doesn’t look at me as she heads into the restaurant. Doesn’t say a word to me or the guy and we’re left outside alone, glaring at each other, sizing each other up. He’s older, at least in his late twenties and big.
But I’m taller. And broader. I could take him if I had to.
That I’m thinking like this is totally ridiculous.
“Who the hell are you?” he asks, his voice quiet but edged with steel.
“I could ask you the same question,” I toss back.
He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m her boss.”
Shit. I don’t want to screw up anything at her job. This place is nice, way nicer than La Salles and I bet she likes working here a lot more. Bet she makes more money too. “I’m her boyfriend.”
He lifts his brows, a little chuckle escaping him. “Really? Funny, she didn’t mention you when we were together last night.”
I’m so fucking shocked by what the asshole says that by the time I find my voice, he’s gone.*TEASERS* (In no specific order of actual events from the book)
**“What do you want to order?” His head is bent, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead as he reads over the menu. I wonder when he last got a haircut. I like it longer. It’s easier for me to run my fingers through and grip when I kiss him.** **All the while I’m trying my best to avoid Drew. I can feel his eyes on me. I know he sees me, is watching me and I don’t want to approach him. What do I say? What would I do? I both want to throw myself into his arms and throw a right hook into his perfect square jaw. ♥** **I miss him. I hate that I miss him but I do. Funny how someone can come into your life for such a brief time but leave such a lasting impression. He permanently imprinted himself on my heart, and I permanently imprinted his name on my skin. It’s silly, longing for a man who doesn’t long for me.-- Fable ♥** **For a girl As pretty as she deserves the Best. No more Lies. She is my Everything. -- Drew wrote this ♥** **A wistful sigh escapes her and I turn to find her blatantly checking me out. “What’s wrong?” Fable jerks her gaze up to meet mine, her expression slightly embarrassed. “You have the most beautiful body ever. You know that, right?” No, but she makes me feel like I do with just a look. A few casually spoken words. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” She shakes her head with a smile. “That you’re embarrassed makes you even cuter. And sexier. You’re built like some sort of god, Drew Callahan. If we weren’t in such a rush, I’d spend hours exploring your perfect body.” “Really?” I climb back onto the bed and over her, my face in hers, our bodies perfectly aligned. “That sounds promising.” “Oh, yeah.” She nods, settles her hand at the center of my chest, her fingers drifting down. Gooseflesh rises with her touch. “You’d love every second of it.” “I would?” I thrust my hips against her, nice and slow. Probably a huge mistake considering how close I am to coming already.“Mmm hmmm.” She arches beneath me like a cat, brushing against the very tip of me and I swear, she does that one more time, I’m done for. “I’d use my hands and my fingers and my mouth and my tongue. Until you’d finally beg me to stop and put you out of your misery.” ** Sigh.... I can't wait for this book... :):) More Soon my Brats :) Tams xxx
