REVIEW :: Sex, Love, Repeat by Alessandra Torre

Title: Sex, Love, Repeat 

Pub Date: December 1st, 2013 

Price: $2.99 (initial price, will increase to $3.99 after initial promo) 

Length: 55,000 words – 212 pages 

Blurb:

I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.

I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.

She hates me. 

I don’t even know she exists. 

She loves them. I love them. 

And they love me.

Everything else hangs in the balance. 

My Review:

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Sex, Love, Repeat is one of the most unique books I have ever read..The story is provocative..The characters are extreme..Nothing about this book has ever been done before..

Of course, the writing is impeccable as is always when it comes to Alessandra..Impeccable but unique..We have multiple POVs but all of them are written flawlessly..And the transition from one to another is superb! Sometimes the transition was smooth and gradual and sometimes the speed of the story was fast you couldn’t care less whose POV you read..It simply matter that you would find out what would happen next..Some POVs were held in the backstage of the story..Some were front and center..But all of them blended together and created a complex elegant masterpiece!

Sex, Love, Repeat is highly provocative but even more addictive..You may not agree with our characters but you will be hooked on them..You will not put the book down until you know the ending..

I’ve never read anything like it..No I don’t agree with the characters..There was no way in hell I would do most of the things they did..But they are delicious..It’s my guilty pleasure and I’m proud of it!

This book is just another proof (not that we needed any more) that Alessandra is a brilliant creative amazing writer, who can turn naughtiness and indecency into something elegant and graceful that screams quality..

As you’ve probably figured out, I love this book..Not the characters necessarily but the attitude! Sex, Love, Repeat reminds me of Crushing Summer by CM Stunich..It’s a bit risky to publish books like these, because they’re different..Their story has an entire different basis than other simpler Romance or Contemporary novels..They cause extreme reactions to the audience, as well..You either love them or you hate them..I LOVE THEM! Not only because I respect and admire the authors or their decision to write and publish books like these..But because they take something different, a never thought idea or something too provocative/”indecent” and they turn it into quality, elegance and grace..

I will not talk about the characters (as much as I would love to)..No I will not do that..

I will end with this.

If you are a true book lover, do not hesitate! It’s one of the greatest books published this year!

And if you like erotica and sexy novels, well no need to say anything more than Sex, Love, Repeat.
    
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Author bio:

Alessandra Torre is a author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks.

Alessandra lives on the beach in Florida and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

Learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com.

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Email: alessandratorre4@gmail.com 

 Long Excerpt:

I step from the bedroom a half hour later, jeans and a tank top on, my wet hair twisted into a bun. I swing by the kitchen on my way out, waving a goodbye to Estelle and snagging a red apple and bottled water from the fridge.

I hop on Santa Monica Boulevard, moving through lanes of traffic with ease, my car knowing the route as well as my soul, my thoughts wandering as I drive. My Audi was a gift from Stewart, my twenty-ninth birthday present, probably picked out by his assistant. Regardless of who chose the vehicle, I love it. White exterior, blood red leather inside, it is sleek, sexy, and just begs every degenerate in my neighborhood to steal it. I am shocked it has survived for the last five months.

It’s fourteen miles between Stewart’s home and mine, but it might as well be different countries. Stewart lives in the fast-paced world of downtown Hollywood, rarely leaving the blocks of the city unless jetting off for work. He doesn’t own a plane, he doesn’t spend his money on much other than his home, his clothes, and me. He doesn’t have time to spend money, and doesn’t believe in purchasing things just because he can. He works a hundred hours a week, sleeps six hours a night, and fucks the hell out of me the rest of the time. His needs are minimum: food, sleep, and sex. I take care of one of those. Estelle and his bed take care of the rest.

I get off on Lincoln Boulevard, the road traffic lessening, frustrated drivers continuing their zip along the freeway, anxious to continue their painful life . I wish, for a brief moment, that I had put down the car’s top, needing the wind in my hair and the sound of the surf. Leaving Stewart’s, I sometimes need the wash of fresh air. A strong breeze to release the intensity he carries with him.

I pull off the road, turning down our street and press the garage release button, entering the dark space that is my spot and killing the ignition. I step out in dim light, the overhead burnt out, Paul promising for the last five months to get around to it.

The steps are worn concrete, this townhome complex built before developers knew what they had, before they realized that this close to the beach they shouldn’t build shit housing. Back before property values hit ridiculous figures, and a six-figure income still puts you in the projects, dodging street beggars and used needles. We don’t make six-figures. Paul brings in anywhere from fifty to sixty thousand surfing. And I bring in far less than that, running a bookstore that operates out of a bar on Venice beach. For California standards, it’s practically poverty, but we don’t need much. For Paul and I, we never did. We’re lucky to have this place, my stepfather blessing us with a rent payment low enough to both piss our neighbors off and ensure that we still can cover food and utilities.

We met at the Santa Monica pier, when we were side by side in the singles line for the rollercoaster. We had all of six minutes in line, the shuffle moving quickly, singles getting split up among the empty seats in a bored and orderly fashion.

He flashed a smile at me, and that was really all it took. Broad shoulders, tan skin that peeled a bit on his nose, blue eyes that looked like a fucking turquoise magic marker. He was in board shorts, a tee-shirt, and flip flops with muscular, track-free arms and no hint of tattoos. It was like God plucked an Abercrombie & Fitch model from the sky and injected him with testosterone and sexuality. I smiled back.

We spent those six minutes talking, our words spilling out between laughs and chemistry. I instantly liked him, had one of those at-peace realizations that ‘this is a good guy’. The type so good that women run over him, the type so good that he is often best-friended. But this guy? With his gorgeous looks and the I-will-fuck-you-in-this-line-right-now vibe? No woman was stupid enough to best-friend this man. I wanted him, right there in that line, my panties sticking to me in the best way possible beneath my short cotton skirt.

We reached the front, our moment of separation, but were seated together, two of us in one bench, a ridiculous, never-should-happen moment, and I took the minute before liftoff to reach over, tugging the back of his head, his wide smile and soft lips telling me that I wasn’t crazy, that he wanted this every bit as much as I did. And I knew, in that kiss, in that brief moment of hotness in which our mouths instantly knew every part of the other’s soul, that I would fuck him. The minute, the second, the ride finished. I needed him inside me, needed his hands to grip my waist, his shirt to move off that beautiful chest and my bare breasts to replace it. I needed every inch of him against and inside of me. Then the bar jerked down, and we separated with a laugh.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Just prepare for screams.” I grinned.

I was, and still am, a dramatic rider. I believe that there’s no point in doing something if you aren’t going to do it with all of your heart. I raised my arms, I screamed bloody murder, and he loved every minute of it. We swept through the loading bay after one cycle, the operator amping the riders up before pushing the button and letting us ride again.

The vibration of the seat underneath me, the closeness of pure sex beside me, the anticipation of what was to come… I attacked him the moment the ride ended, grabbing his hand and tugging him out, the pounding between my legs reaching a fever pitch. I ran, pulling him along with me, our bodies weaving around families, couples, giant stuffed snakes and dollar games of chance.

We broke from the crowd and moved faster, our flip flops slapping against the wood boardwalk, the tinny laugh of children vaguely registering in my head. I broke right when I saw the opening and jogged down sandy steps, glancing behind me to make sure he was there. He was, his eyes bright and curious, his steps right behind mine, keeping easy pace with my frantic steps. “What are we-where are we going?” he called out. I ditched my sandals when I hit the sea of white and ran through hot sand, gripping his hand and pulling him along, under the boardwalk, past a few homeless tents and down towards the water, where the posts are thicker, the cover more enclosed, privacy at a barely-there standard. I waded into calf-high water, pulling and then pushing him against a square post, my hands frantic on his shirt, my mouth fighting the movement of clothes for another chance at that gorgeous mouth.

His hands pushed my thin tee up, over the curves of my bikini top, his firm fingers sliding the triangles of my bikini over, my breasts spilling free, his hands cupping them and squeezing, his breath catching in my mouth. He pulled away, looking down, staring at my breasts in his hands, his head leaning down, his hands lifting me into the heat of his mouth. His mouth was incredible, soft yet firm, pliable against my delicate skin, his fingers’ brush against my nipples soft and sweet. I could feel him, hard against my thigh, and I reached back, digging into my pocket for what I always keep there – just in case. Just in case I meet a man who I can’t resist.

He started at the touch of my fingers, dipping under the nylon of his shorts, his mouth coming off of my breasts and looking at me, surprised. “Here?” This close, I could see tints of green in his blue eyes, the color of ocean water, glittering brilliantly against the brown sand of his skin. 

“Yes, here. I need you.” I met his eyes confidently as I said the words, my hands already sealing the deal, pulling him out *oh my god HARD* and sliding protection over him with one smooth motion. His eyes darkened, intensity stealing over them, and he turned us, trading places, pushing my back against the hard wet span of wood, his hands lowering, gripping the back of my legs and sliding up, pushing my skirt higher, his hands gripping the meat of my ass and lifting.

Then I was in the air, his pelvis underneath me, supporting me against the post, and his fingers were skimming the line of my bikini bottoms, traveling up the curve of my hip until he reached the tie, yanking quickly, his hand moving back down once the material of my suit is gone. His mouth left mine, a gasp in his tone as his fingers pushed inside, one digit and then two. “Jesus. Are you sure?”

A stupid question as I hung before him, my breasts exposed, legs wrapped around his waist, my need dripping a path for his cock. “Give it to me,” I breathed. “Hard.”

He didn’t ask again, didn’t do anything but prop me hard against the post, used his fingers to position himself at my entrance, and then he fucked. Quick fast strokes, his breath hard against my neck, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass, pulling and gripping the skin as he made his mark on my body. His fucks were wild, out of control, and I moaned against his neck, loving the fervor of his movements.

When I came, I cried out, his mouth quickly moving to mine, muffling the sound, as my body shook around his, my legs squeezing as intensity shook my body. It was too much, too great, the heat of my orgasm and clench of my sex, and I felt him as he came, the twitch and raw emotion that flowed through him, his breath gasping as he grunted, slowing his fucks and giving me a few last, final, pushes.

“Oh my god,” he whispered against my neck, his cock softening inside of me. “Oh my god. I think I’m in love with you.”

He wasn’t. He was just surprised, that a girl with perfect teeth, and a bred-in-the-Valley smile, would fuck a stranger under the pier in Santa Monica. And I really thought, as I dropped to my knees in the water and peeled off the condom, taking him into my mouth and sucking his cock dry, that I would never see him again. That it would be that one, fuckable moment, and nothing else. But here we are, two years later and incredibly in love.

That’s right. In LOVE. Yes, I am still the hoochie who just got my brains fucked out on the weight bench. The one who has dated Stewart Brand, one of the most eligible bachelors in downtown Hollywood for the last two years. I know what you’re thinking. That dropped jaw and disgusted look on your face? I’ve seen it before. But wait. Please. Don’t judge me quite yet. 

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RELEASE DAY EVENT :: Two Thousand 3: A comatose memoir by FX Scully

Book Title: Two Thousand 3: A comatose memoir 

Author: FX Scully 

Genre: New Adult Novella 

Release Date: November 30, 2013 

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

If you could turn back the clock, what would you change? Who would you choose? 

Reese Clarke is sports agent, extraordinaire. With an impressive client list, she’s on the fast track to becoming partner at her Seattle-based firm, and is engaged to the first-round draft pick, and the firm’s bread and butter, Neil Baxter. 
Then everything comes crashing down. Neil cheats on her. She has a bitter reunion with a sexy ex. And gets hit by a car. All in the same damn day. 

When she wakes up, twelve years in the past, she doesn’t know how she got there, or how to get out. Confusion grows to pleasure, then quickly spirals to anger as Reese struggles to find her way back home. All the while being forced to relive her greatest love affairs—one ex a time. But older and wiser Reese soon realizes she’s been given a break—a chance to do things differently this time around. 

An opportunity to track down the one who got away.

 

F.X Scully spends her days advising men in tights. She loves turtles, romance and things of the past. In the evenings, she writes smut and drama for those who love it and those who pretend they don’t. Her free time is spent taking walks in the rain, scouring thrift shops for classic pieces and sipping vintage wine.    

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BLOG TOUR :: Storm (Storm MC #1) by Nina Levine

Title: Storm (Storm MC #1)

Author: Nina Levine

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Erotica/Adult

Synopsis

Life can be a bitch but love can get you through any storm.

Madison Cole’s family is the Storm Motorcycle Club. Her father is the President and her brother is the VP. She grew up surrounded by bikers, crime and violence. Two years ago she walked away from her family and the world they live in. Her soul was shattered, her heart was broken and she had an addiction she couldn't shake. She picked up the pieces and put herself back together. Now her family wants her back. The club is being threatened and they send a club member to return her home to safety; the one person that could destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.

Jason Reilly has sacrificed a lot for the motorcycle club he calls family. Two years ago he made the biggest sacrifice of all; he gave up the woman he loved for them. Now he is being sent to bring her back and he is conflicted. He thought he was over her but discovers their connection is as strong as ever. Their love was all-consuming, passionate and fiery. It was also their undoing and he doesn't know if either of them is strong enough to battle the demons that ripped them apart, to find love again. 

Madison and Jason are brought back together by a force out of their control; one that pushes them to a breaking point. Can they overcome their past and discover a love worth fighting for or will the harsh reality of their world finally and completely break them both?

My Review

Storm is an incredible debut book for Nina Levine! It is a strong solid story with powerful characters and complex storyline..It’s well written and actually very delicious, too!!!

If you enjoy reading about alpha males and overbearing possessive stubborn sexy men, Storm is your to-go book! Hands down!

Storm definitely deserves its 5 stars! There’s no doubt about it!! But I would like to have more scenes with J questioning Madison about her life..What she’s been up to these 2 years they weren’t talking..I would like him to ask more about her friends, to show a bit more interest in that part of her life in general..Another thing I noticed was that towards the ending the pace of the book changed a bit..J and Madison threw themselves into a relationship without even thinking about it..They acted a tad hastily and the whole dynamic changed..I would like it to be more gradual..But I also think that they have wasted enough time, as it is…

So, needless to say that I could not put it down! I kept reading it until I finished it..It was very addictive and I really really liked that!

Let’s talk about our characters a bit..

>>Madison is a stubborn, independent, fierce and strong young woman..Her life hasn’t been easy..And being such an alpha female didn’t help her situation at all, considering her environment…After a tragic incident, everything fell apart in her life, including herself..She lost her friends and her boyfriend..She lost herself drowning in self-hatred and guilt..And things went even worse..With her heart broken, she leaves for a new chapter and builds her life around wonderful people! But Madison hasn’t seen it all yet..Tragedy hits her door once more leaving her with questions about herself, the club, her family and J..She’s confused but determined..

She’s lost her balance a few times in her life..But what I love about her is that she comes back to her feet..Standing tall and ready to take the world..She may not always feel confident, but she always seems that way..It doesn’t let her down..No..It brings her up..She’s fiercely determined and strong! Madison is an amazing character!

>>J is a loyal man..However, he put the club and “revenge” first and he left Madison third..He didn’t really believe in her in the past..He let her down and he managed to break them both by doing that..And he acts a bit like an asshole throughout the book…He is the typical alpha male..The possessive, overbearing kind..I didn’t love him, but I liked him enough..

For me, Madison is the star of the book!! What can I say? I love my fearless women!!

In conclusion, Storm is a great book and it proves that Nina Levine is going to hang around for a while..A Long while, I may add..She wrote a sexy good story with amazing storyline full of suspense…And her characters draw your attention like no one else does…

Excerpt

I grabbed my purse and headed outside to go and buy lunch.  J was on the phone, but saw me come outside and signalled for me to wait.

“I’m going to buy lunch, J.  And I only get an hour so I don’t have time to wait for you,” I said, tersely.  He kept talking and scowled at me.  I turned and started to walk away from him, towards the cafe where I always bought lunch.

I could hear him muttering something into the phone and then he must have ended his call because he went silent.  Then, he barked, “Madison!”

The last thing I wanted to do was stop for him, but there was something in his tone; a ‘don’t fuck with me’ command.  So I stopped, and turned around to look at him.  Oh, my.  He was shitty. 

He stalked to where I was and got in my face.  “Why the fuck do you have to be so difficult about this?” He was fuming.

Well, I could see him, and raise him in his anger.  “Maybe it has something to do with the way Scott has gone about this.  And the fact that he sent you!”

He flinched.  It was only for a second, and most people wouldn’t have even noticed it.  But I knew J, and I saw it.  It surprised the fuck out of me.  “Well then, it looks like we’ve got some shit to sort out, babe, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to sort shit out with you.  That ship sailed two fucking years ago, J,” I spat.

He gripped my arm, pulling me closer, “No, it fucking didn’t,” he growled, eyes blazing, “And you can’t deny there’s still something here.  I feel it and I know you feel it too.”

I laughed.  No, actually, I cackled.  “You wanna fuck, J?  I can feel that, and, yeah, if you wanna go there, I’m all for it.  But don’t mistake my desire for your cock for anything else.”

About the Author

Nina Levine is an Aussie writer who writes stories about hot, alpha men and the tough, independent women they love. You won't find any whiny, spineless women in Nina's books and you certainly won't find weak men. 

A warning though, you will find hot, dirty sex, lots of swearing, occasional violent encounters and men and women who live fast and love hard.

Nina's debut book Storm will be releasing in November 2013. It is based around the Storm Motorcycle Club and is the first book in an MC series.

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RELEASE DAY EVENT :: Infinite Desire by Danielle Jamie

It's finally here!!The moment we have all been waiting on; We can now see how they story ends for Kayden and Savannah!!Infinite Desire is now available from all major distribution outlets. 

Title: Infinite Desire (Savannah Series #4)

Author: Danielle Jamie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age Group: Adult 

Over the last several months, Savannah's life has been a never-ending roller coaster ride. 

Every time Savannah sees the light at the end of the tunnel and her world stops spinning, 

another obstacle is thrown in her path. Kayden had always been her rock, the constant in 

her life over the most difficult months of her life. 

A story leaked, making Savannah doubt everything including Kayden's love. Leaving their 

fate hanging in the balance, she ran. But after learning the truth, Savannah set out to 

correct her wrongs and win Kayden back. 

Will Kayden put the past behind them, and focus on the future they could have together? 

Or will Savannah be heartbroken and all alone again? Savannah thought their love was 

infinite and indestructible. After everything they've been through, how can they wade 

through the past and believe in their love? Will Savannah and Kayden get their happily 

every after, or will the past jeopardize their future? 

Only a special kind of love can survive the trials and tribulations life tosses in your way. Is 

Kayden and Savannah's love strong enough to make it through the strongest of storms? 

Only time will tell.

Prologue

Savannah 16 hrs earlier

Climbing into bed at my parents’ house, I slide under the covers and curl into a ball. Gripping my comforter in one hand, and my phone in the other, I stare at the screen. I just sent Kayden a text telling him I need to talk, but didn’t know if he was sleeping or not. I keep watching the time on my screen change, each second feels like an eternity.

I’m emotionally drained and feeling completely shattered. I walked away from Kayden after he begged for me to stay. Why didn’t I just stay? I had every right to be scared and think that Kayden slept with Nadia, maybe; I’ve been cheated on before and was completely clueless. All I keep telling myself since the day I left Texas is that I should’ve gone with my gut. I knew deep down Kayden loved me and only me. He’s not given me any reason to doubt his faithfulness. He took a chance on love when we jumped into this crazy beautiful relationship of ours. He gave me what he has given no other women since Lulu, his heart. I can’t even begin to image how he’s feeling right now. I stomped on his heart and made him feel that I don’t trust him.

My phone starts playing Cowboys and Angels; I changed Kayden’s ringtone the night of my birthday. Since it’s the first song Kayden ever sang to me, then he had Dustin Lynch sing it to us as we danced on my birthday; I just knew it was the perfect choice for Kayden. It’s a lot better than Genuwine’s Pony that Kayden set as his ringtone back in December when he was a tad drunk.

I can’t help but smile thinking back to the simpler times; us being carefree and enjoying bon fires on the beach. Little did I know that entire time Jacob and Zak were planning to kidnap me and hold me for ransom. Since then my life has been  a nonstop roller coaster ride of ups and downs.

Taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes and slowly exhale. “Hey…” I answer my voice low and shaky. My nerves are on edge after the run in with Giselle, Logan and Nadia tonight.

“Hey baby. What’s up…everything okay?” I immediately relax hearing Kayden’s voice.

Trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in my stomach from hearing Kayden call me baby, I decide to just jump straight to the point. “I just got in from Vertigo; you’ll never guess who Brooklyn and I ran into tonight.”

I can hear Kayden moving around in bed on the other end. It makes me miss him even more laying in this bed all alone. It feels like forever since I’ve been in his arms.

“Do I want to even know?” He asks sarcastically.

“Yea, well, Brooklyn spotted Giselle and Logan partying together in Vertigo…I guess they’re an item now. But they weren’t alone, Nadia was there too.” The words taste foul in my mouth. Talking about them makes my stomach churn. I have so much anger boiling inside of me.

I can hear Kayden cursing under his breath; I can just picture him running his strong fingers continuously through his light brown hair. I hate having to have this conversation over the phone.

“If they did anything to upset you Savannah…I swear to God.” Kayden says angrily, his drawl thick and raspy. It always gets thicker when he’s pissed off.

Letting out a sigh, I fight back the tears welling up in my eyes. We’ve mainly been texting back and forth to keep in touch since I came back to LA. Hearing his voice was just too hard, so I’ve refrained from calling him. Hearing him now, even thousands of miles away my body aches for his arms to be around me. I’m not complete without Kayden by my side. Knowing even after what I’ve put him through while trying to figure all this out, he still loves me and worries about me.

“It was a good thing we found them there, I confronted Nadia and she confessed to me that everything she said was a lie. I cannot tell you enough how sorry I am for doubting you. I was just so scared…” My voice trails off and cracks as I fight the tears threatening to break the flood gates. I take in and let out short even breaths as I try to compose myself.

“That lying bitch finally decided to tell the truth now! Well isn’t that nice of her.” The bitterness in Kayden’s voice pierces my heart. This woman put him and me through hell all because of Giselle. “I don’t know what to say Savannah, I told you…hell I begged you to believe me, I was never unfaithful to you. I’m not Logan. Do you think it’s easy for me after what Luanne put me through to trust you?”

Hearing the disappointment in Kayden‘s voice shreds me. I hate that I allow Logan‘s transgressions to affect my trust in Kayden. The mention of Luanne is like a sucker punch to my gut. It‘s hard for me to control those voices in the back of my head telling me Kayden will cheat on me just like Logan did. It never crossed my mind that he may be fighting his own battle against the evil demon’s our exes have plagued us with.

“I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry and I love you, and if I could go back, I’d do it all differently. I just need you to understand, deep down I believed you. It’s just I had that voice in my head screaming at me to run…so I ran. I want you to understand that from here on out Kayden I’ll be by your side and never doubt you again. Being away from you this past week has been the hardest week of my life. Harder than almost dying.”

Kayden is quiet and for a moment I think I’ve lost him, but then I hear him sigh into the phone. I don’t realize it until now that I was holding my breath waiting for himto say something…anything. “You think it was hard for you?” He drawls, with anger and pain in his voice. “I’m the one who’s been ripping his hair out trying to figure out what the fuck I have to do to make you believe me. I’m just relieved she’s finally stopped this whole fuckin’ charade. We’ve got to work on us Savannah. We’re nothing without trust.”

I cannot agree more. We have off the charts chemistry when we’re together. We love each other immensely, but without trust our relationship will crumble. We can’t build a life on shaky foundation.

Feeling my fight to keep myself together slowly weakening, I decide to focus on what went down at Vertigo tonight with Nadia. I quickly scoot against my headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest and snuggling into my blanket before diving in, “When we confronted Nadia at the club tonight she sang like a canary, and Giselle was beyond pissed, but it wasn’t easy getting the truth outta her. It took Brooklyn and I threatening bodily hard to her, Giselle…and Logan, to get them to come clean. The only thing is it happened right in the middle of Vertigo. So I have no doubt that the argument will spread like wildfire all over the internet by tomorrow.”

I can hear Kayden taking in long sharp breaths, probably trying to refrain himself from jumping on his jet, and coming to LA to beat the living crap out of Logan. “Did she say why she lied? Was it just to get attention? All these people care about is getting their face on a fuckin’ magazine.”

The tears freely fall from my eyes now, I’ve lost the battle with my emotions, and I’ve been through a whirlwind of shit tonight and just can’t fight it anymore. A sob escapes my lips as I try to speak.

“It…was…Giselle.” Climbing to the edge of the bed I grab a tissue off of my night stand, wipe the tears from my face. “There’s something you need to know, Giselle and Nadia paid your assistant for information on when you’d be in Paris, then waited at the Hotel bar for you to show up so they could get pictures with you. Giselle preyed on the fact that I have issues with trust, and I have no doubt in my mind now that I know she’s with Logan.”

“That fuckin’ bitch! She can’t have me, so will do anything to destroy what we have. She will not get away with this. She fucked with the wrong man. And Logan best pray I never see him again, because if I do this time nothing will stop me from beating the living the shit out of him! My assistant will be lucky if she can get a job at McDonalds by the time I’m through with her.”

Hearing the anger in Kayden’s voice, I have no doubts he would probably beat Logan to death for this. They’ve gone too far, and I for one cannot wait to see them pay for what they’ve done. “Well Giselle and Logan will be all over the news by Monday morning, Nadia agreed to come clean to the press. She’s going to tell them the real story, of how Giselle and Logan manipulated and used her for their gain, paying her off to sell the false story of you two having a one night stand in Paris.”

“I can’t believe this. These fuckin’ people don’t give a shit who they hurt, as long as they get whatever the fuck they want. I will be giving my own fuckin’ story to the press too come Monday. By the time I’m through with them, they will have no career left.”

I cannot wait to get Monday over with. Finally have the truth out there, let the world see that Kayden and I are happily together. Giselle is truly a pathetic person. She’s so bitter that Kayden wanted to keep their relationship strictly platonic, and wanted to be with me and not her, that she’d stoop so low to try and destroy us. I’m ready to go home, back to my new home with Kayden in Galveston. Start fresh.

Gazing out the window I watch the stars twinkle in sky above my parents Bel Air mansion. This house is gorgeous, but being here in my room alone is very lonely. I’ve grown accustom to curling up in Kayden’s strong and protective arms every night.

“I’m going to book a flight back to Houston tomorrow first thing.” I tell Kayden matter-of-factly.

“I’m so happy to finally hear those words come out of your mouth, baby. It has been a long fuckin’ week. I’m never letting you go again, even if I have to tie your stubborn ass up and lock you in a closet.”

I let out a small laugh as I think back to Kayden fucking me into oblivion with the best ass fuck’ of my entire life, in my closet.

“What?! You don’t believe me…laugh my sweet Savannah, but baby, I ain’tlyin’.” Kayden’s husky laugh is like music to my ears. After a week of absolute misery, I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

“I believe you, I was just laughing because I was recalling a particular time when you were ravishing me against the wall in a certain closet. We definitely gotta do that in your beach house, that closet needs christening.”

“Well darlin’ sorry to burst your bubble, but we’ll have to christen the closet Wednesday. I just flew into Las Vegas today with the boys. We’re doing a guy’s weekend before Braxton settles down and starts poppin’ out babies with Mya.”

“Okay. I hate I have to wait until Wednesday, but you’re worth the wait. Just as soon as you step through that door, I expect to see you naked in that closet wearin’ nothing but that cowboy hat I love.” I blush at my brazenness, but since I’ve been with Kayden I’ve been a lot more vocal about my wants and desires.

“Fuck baby. Don’t talk like that when I have to wait four more days to see you. I’m gonna have to go rub one out in the shower. I can’t get the image out of my head of you very satisfied on the closet floor.”

Fuck it. I need to be with him as soon as physically possible. First thing tomorrow I’m crashin’ his guy’s weekend and flying to Vegas.

A yawn escapes my mouth, even though I want nothing more than to stay awake all night on the phone with Kayden. My body betrays me, screaming at me to sleep. My eye lids are heavy, between crying and being completely spent, I can’t fight sleep any longer.

“Goodnight baby. You’re tired and it’s late. Call or text me tomorrow letting me know when you’re flying back to Texas. Love ya, baby. Everything will be better once we’re back home together.” Kayden drawls into the phone, his voice like a lullaby soothing me.

“Night, Knox. I love you too, more than the moon and all the stars in Texas.” Hanging up, I flick away the last tear from my eyes. I’ve cried too many tears over the last several months. Patting my eyes with my blanket, I roll over, curl into a ball, falling asleep the second I shut my eyes.

 Chapter One

Savannah

“Vegas baby!” Brooklyn shouts for the entire city to hear as we step out of our taxi at the entrance of Kayden’s hotel and casino. It’s right down the road from Paris.

Taking in the bright lights of Vegas, and the Eiffel tower all lit up, I try to get Brooklyn to focus on the task at hand, “Brooklyn! Focus! We need to find Kayden.”

Rolling her eyes and letting out a dramatic sigh, Brooklyn reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the entrance of Knox Hotel and Casino.

“We’ll find Kayden…then we’re going to hit the clubs!”

With Brooklyn, we’ll either end up in jail or close to it by the time we’re through with sin city.

Walking into the lobby I waste no time heading straight to the registration desk. Thankfully the line isn’t too long. Sliding my oversized sunglasses off; I toss them into my purse. After a few minutes of waiting, and inhaling clouds of second hand smoke, I finally am asked to approach the counter.

“Hi, welcome to The Knox Hotel and Casino.” The middle aged woman says greeting us with an overly enthusiastic smile. I don’t know how these people have a voice left, after working in a casino full of cigarette smoke all day. I’ll surely be suffering from laryngitis by the time we leave Las Vegas.

Digging my wallet out of my over-sized Michael Kors purse I flash a small smile, “Hi, I’m Savannah Livingston, fiancée to Kayden Knox. I just need a key card to his penthouse suite.” I try to keep my voice down and not draw attention to us, but that’s hard to do especially with Brooklyn’s popping her gum, and chatting it up with everyone standing in line behind us.

Squinting her eyes at me, the woman with the name tag reading Vivian, looks me over with nothing but doubt in her eyes. I can only imagine how many women try to get up to his suite, once they learn he’s in town. It makes my skin crawl thinking about how many Kayden willingly brought back to his suite. It wasn’t too long ago he was as big of a man whore as Dixon.

“Yeah, and I’m Celine Dion. Sorry doll, you’re not the first nor will you be the last to try and get up to Mr. Knox’s room. If you’d like to book a room, I’d be more than happy to help you. If not then please be on your way, I have a line of people behind you eager to get checked in and start gambling.” She says with her voice dripping with annoyance.

I know she’s only doing her job, and I appreciate that because I don’t want any skank off the street mosey on up to my boyfriend’s suite. But my face has been all over the place for Christ sake! We just did an engagement announcement with People magazine! I definitely don’t want to call Kayden and tell him I’m here; I really want to surprise him. I could call Jax, but I hate asking him to lie to Kayden.

Pulling out my iPhone, I scroll through my photos and pull up a picture of Kayden & I. Letting out an exasperated breathe, I hold me phone in front of her. “There, now can we please have our room cards.” Dropping my phone back into my purse, I glance at Brooklyn, who’s about one second away from jumping over the counter and grabbing a damn key card herself. I definitely don’t want to cause a scene, and be dragged out of here by security. That would be mortifying!

Giving me a weary glance she finally tells us, “I’ll need to see your I.D.’s and then you’re good to go. I’m sorry for the inconvenience; I hope you understand I’m just trying to do my job.” Brooklyn and I waste no time fishing our I.D.’s out of our wallets. Within seconds Vivian is sliding our key cards and welcoming us to ’Fabulous Las Vegas’.

*****

Looking in the mirror I am shocked at how I look. I’ve finally put some weight back on from my accident, and got a kick ass tan going on. I just straightened my hair and finished the last few touches on my makeup. I slipped into a micro mini sequin dress and hot pink pumps. I’m going to get my man and make him want to take me into the closest room we can find.

I can hear Clarity blasting from Brooklyn’s phone as I walk into the living room of Kayden’s penthouse suite. Thankfully they’re all out, so it gave us time to freshen up before we go and hunt them down.  I immediately know its Dixon calling her cell. She set that ringtone for him a few weeks ago and it is perfect for them. I can’t for the life of me wrap my head around whatever the hell they are. She’s sort of seeing Jax, but still talking to Dixon. As soon as he heard from Kayden that things were getting serious between Brooklyn and Jax, Dixon started showing up a lot more.

“Heyyyy!” I hear Brooklyn say in her valley voice. “Oh really, well sounds like you’re having a hell of a lot more fun than Savannah and I.”

I called it weeks ago, I told Brooklyn, he doesn’t want to commit to her, but doesn’t want her to commit to anyone else. He wants her to be with just him, but wants the freedom to stick his dick into any other chick he wants. If I was Brooklyn I would’ve kicked him upside the head a long time ago. I guess she enjoys the drama and excitement, I know myself I much rather stick to a low key, drama free relationship. I’ve had enough drama in my life these last several months, to last me a freakin’ life time!

Walking across the marble floor, you can hear my heels clicking and clacking. The sounds echoing throughout the massive suite, grabbing my clutch, I dig my phone out and check my messages. Brooklyn’s just ending her call with Dixon, when I finish up my text to Kayden,

Me:

I can’t wait until Tuesday, so I can finally c u & make up for lost time. Glad all this shit is behind us, we can finally move on with our lives. <3 u! c u soon xoxo

Wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me against her, Brooklyn flashes me a devilish grin practically blinding me with her megawatt smile. “Okay, so here’s the plan. Dixon said they’re all just leaving dinner and heading back here for some UFC party they’re throwing at Vertigo here in the hotel. So we need to get our hot little ass’s outta here in case they decide to stop up here for anything beforehand.”

“Dixon, seriously Brooklyn?” I ask with sarcasm in my voice. Shaking my head at her, we quickly head out of the suite, and down to the elevators.

Letting out a small laugh Brooklyn snaps her head around, “Hey! Don’t judge me! That guy is a rock star in the sack. Jax can rock my world, don’t get me wrong, but Dixon is in a category all of his own. You can tell he and Kayden are related…that’s all I’ll say.”

Rolling my eyes and letting an aggravated moan escape my mouth, I whip my eyes from Brooklyn to the elevator. “Brooklyn, seriously I really don’t want to hear about Dixon’s penis at the moment.” Pressing the button for the elevator we jump on as soon as the doors slide open.

“Hey, I can’t allow you to be the only one able to brag about the Texas sized dick her boyfriend has. I’ve had my fair share of Oscar Mayer wieners, so when I get a large Southern sausage, I’m going to freakin’ brag about it!” Brooklyn says giggling and bumping hips with me. “Chill out Savannah, you’re going to go find Kayden, have wild animalistic make-up sex and all will be right with the world again.”

Leaning against the wall of the elevator listening to the rock music pumping out of the speakers, I can’t help but feel a knot twisting in my stomach. I feel like it isn’t going to be that easy. I seriously wish I would’ve punched that bitch Giselle in the face last night. She is so jealous of my relationship with Kayden that she went as far as selling a fake ass story to the press. Then, having her friend tell various magazines that she slept with Kayden when he was in Paris for work.

I hate myself for doubting Kayden, but I didn’t know what to think. Logan cheated on me with half of LA, and I was freakin’ clueless that it was going on. He was just as romantic, and loving as Kayden. I’m only human. I just hope this doesn’t cause strain on our relationship, and we can move forward with our lives. Start planning our wedding, and finally get our happily ever after. We’ve been through too much crap in such a short amount of months. I think it’s about time fate cuts us some slack, and let us be freakin’ happy!

*****

After a lot of persuading we finally got into the party. I guess Vertigo is only open to guests who are on the list to attend. It’s some big UFC party for an upcoming fight next weekend. Brooklyn flirted our way through the line since the bouncer could care less that I’m engaged to the owner of the hotel.

The club is packed and it’s only nine p.m. I can’t believe some of the people who are here. I know UFC is a popular sport, but wow! Some of the biggest names in Hollywood are here tonight. My jaw drops when I spot the UFC poster hanging above the DJ. Staring down at me is Shayne…my random one-night-stand from last Halloween. Who just so happened to be in LA partying last night! No wonder he said he knew Kayden.

“Want me to go grab you a drink?” Brooklyn shouts in my ear, snapping me out of my state of shock.

Turning around I stare at Brooklyn with my eyes wide, the music is so loud it’s impossible to have a conversation without yelling to one another. Grabbing her arm and ignoring her question, I point my finger towards the DJ and the massive banner with Shayne on it.

I give Brooklyn my, ‘Oh FUCK!’ look as I try to process that tonight may not go as planned.

“Holy shit! Shayne Andrews is Shayne…LA Shayne?! He’s a UFC fighter?”

Grabbing her hand I drag her into the bathroom of the night club. Pulling her down onto the circle couch in the corner of the room, I rest my face in my hands. “Oh. My. God, Brooklyn. What am I going to do if I find Kayden, and he wants to introduce me to the guys the party is for? What do I say, oh hey, I already know him because he handcuffed me to his car and fucked my brains out last Halloween?!”

Brooklyn not holding back laughs and tells me, “Your life is more juicy then the damn soap operas Savannah. You just can’t make this shit up!”

Dropping my hands onto my lap, I drag my gaze from the tile floor and lock eyes with Brooklyn. “I’m glad you find this whole thing so entertaining.” I say with a little more attitude then I planned, but I am royally pissed off right now. I am sick and tired of the freaking paparazzi constantly in my face. It’s only a matter of time before they realize we’re in Vegas. Then they’ll be back to shoving cameras in our face, and making up some more stories about us.

Gripping my shoulder and shaking me playfully, Brooklyn flashes me a small smile, “Listen, that’s just worst case scenario. This place is bursting at seams with people. I highly doubt you’ll see Shayne. Hell, it’s going to be hard enough tracking down Knox in this place tonight.”

I guess she’s right; the odds of seeing Shayne are pretty slim. This place is insane, and more than likely he’ll be sitting in a VIP booth the entire time drinking expensive champagne, while being surrounded by ten bimbo Barbie’s.

“You’re right. I need to stay sober and alert tonight, so let’s go to the bar, and I’ll grab myself a water. I am not letting anything get in the way of Kayden and me again. I just want to find him, and get the hell outta hear.”

Standing I adjust my dress, check my make-up in the mirror and working up the courage to head back out into the club, praying that tonight doesn’t turn into a drama fest!

*****

Standing against the bar, I watch the Go-Go dancers dancing beside the DJ while waiting to order our drinks. Brooklyn’s texting away on her phone while I’m scanning the club for any sign of Kayden.

The dance floor is directly in front of us, and is jam packed with people. I can’t help but think back to last year when we came to Vegas. It was just Brooklyn and I while Logan stayed back in LA for work. We had a blast doing a girls weekend. Gambling, dancing until four in the morning with total strangers. It was carefree fun. Its crazy reflecting back on my life a year ago, compared to what it is now. I was with Logan, and settling for what I thought was love. Before Kayden, I had no idea what true love felt like.

I’d take this crazy insane life, over a quiet peaceful one any day. As long as I’m with Kayden that’s all I care about. He makes all the trials and tribulations worth it. I know we’ve both made mistakes and been through a lot, but I believe our love is strong enough to make it through anything.

“Oh shit…you’re not going to like this, but things just got a little more complicated.” Brooklyn says with panic in her voice, snapping me out thoughts.

Taking in a sharp breathe, I prepare myself for whatever it is Brooklyn has to tell me. “Oh god, what now?” I ask leaning against the bar and watching Brooklyn as she reads whatever it is she’s looking at on her phone.

I am two seconds away from ordering a shot of Whiskey, because I’m in desperate need of something to calm my nerves. To top it off, Kayden has yet to text me back; which is totally unlike him, he always responds back to me no matter how busy he is.

Stepping closer to me, Brooklyn squeezes herself between a group of girls shouting their order to the bartender. “This is not good…god damn blood suckers, will do anything for a story.” Shaking her head and looking as if she’s ready to kick the crap out of someone, she holds her phone up in front of me so I can see what’s got her fired up.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shout snatching the phone from her hands and scrolling as I speed read the story written about me. “Seriously, can I not go one freakin’ day without my name on this damn blog!”

Brooklyn gives me a sympathetic look, but before she can say anything the bartender finally asked her what she wanted to order. Sliding my eyes back to her phone I read the words that will most likely ruin my night,

‘Savannah Livingston shows Kayden Knox his betrayal isn’t getting her down. She was spotted late last night in Knox’s LA night club no less, partying it up with a sexy up and coming UFC fighter. Shayne ‘Knock Out’ Andrews who has a fight against heavy weight champ, Juan Riviera next Saturday in Las Vegas.’

Of course the picture plastered across the top of the story…Shayne taking a belly shot off of me last night! I swear I could kill Brooklyn right now. I never should’ve let her drag me up onto that bar. At the time I was so confused with everything going with Nadia claiming she slept with Kayden, that I was doing anything to distract myself from the mess my life was.

“Do you think Kayden’s seen this yet?” Brooklyn asks handing me my water.

Letting out a long sigh, I hand her back her phone. I’m done reading their half-truths and over exaggerated lies. Of course, they threw in the drama with Giselle, Logan, and her skanky lying friend Nadia. I love how “witnesses” saw firsthand all the crap that went down last night, but couldn‘t get a fact straight for the life of them.

Hopefully my PR can clean this mess up, and Nadia keeps her word and tells the truth to everyone; letting the world know she lied. Everyone will know how low Giselle and Logan sank to try and break up Kayden and I. Paying someone to sell a false story to Magazines, It’s just pathetic and wrong on so many levels.

Knowing Shayne is here had my stomach doing flip flops already, now it feels like it’s been tossed into a blender, and put on high speed. With this story being leaked and the press making it look like I hooked up with Shayne last night; there’s a whole new storm in the horizon.

“Well it may explain Kayden not responding to the text I sent earlier. I told him last night I talked to Nadia and she told me everything was a lie. He was fine, I told him I’d be heading to Galveston and see him when he got back from Vegas.”

“We’ve gotta clear this shit up pronto!” Grabbing my hand Brooklyn drags me away from the bar. We zigzag through the crowd of people dancing, after being groped by a sleezball, and then a couple getting hot and heavy bumping into me, spilling my water almost down the front of me. We finally make it where the VIP entrance is. There’s two bouncers observing who enters the restricted area, because there’s some big name celebrity’s here tonight.

Vertigo is packed and pitch black, the only lighting is the strobe lights, which is making it even harder to search for Kayden, Dixon, Jax and Braxton. After getting past Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we make our way through the VIP section. Stopping for a moment, we scan the area looking around at the tables of people. Thankfully everyone‘s to busy partying to notice us staring at them.

“Kayden knows better than anyone to not believe shit he reads on Tinsel Town blog, but that picture…like the one of Nadia and him, may hurt your case a little. And we know Knox has a temper, so let’s pray he doesn‘t run into Shayne tonight.” Brooklyn says as she continues looking for the guys, All I see is a bunch of old men surrounded by young bimbos doing anything to land their sugar daddy for the evening.

“I don’t see Kayden anywhere Brooklyn. I think we should text Dixon, see where they are or Jax…I really don’t care anymore. I need to find Kayden and fix this.”

Looking defeated, and silently agreeing with me, Brooklyn digs her phone out of her bag. I feel someone brush by me, their cologne smelling all too familiar. The sounds of overly excited women beside me flood my ears, turning around my eyes fall onto Shayne. He’s with a group of girls who look like they belong in Hugh Heffner’s Playboy mansion.

Fan-fucking-tastic. I divert my eyes to the floor, spinning back towards Brooklyn. Gripping her shoulder, I push her and shout into her ear, “Go…now!” Tripping over her 6” stilettos, Brooklyn flashes a pissed off look at me as she catches herself on the stranger in front of her.

Too freaked out to care, I keep moving, “Shayne is right behind me, move your ass now!” I shout as I walk past her grabbing her wrist, pulling her behind me, I move as fast as I can and get away from Shayne before he recognizes me. I’m now grateful for this place being pitched dark, because that was almost disastrous.

“Damn it Savannah! I practically snapped my frickin’ ankle! Shayne’s here? What the hell? Does he have a freakin’ GPS on your ass or something.” She spits out as she tries to keep up with me.

With panic coursing through my body, I maneuver through the crowd trying to make my way out of the VIP area. Looking behind me I spot Shayne joining a group of people at a table. Seriously, I cannot escape this man!

Looking over at Brooklyn, I try to speak, but my voice shakes as my heart tries to slow back down to normal, I take in a few quick breaths before finally speaking. “I don’t know but I swear out of all of these people I run into Shayne, literally bumped into each other. Thank God he didn’t realize it was me and try to talk to me. I just need to find Kayden and clear everything up.”

Making our way across Vertigo, we try to look around for Kayden and the guys. Dixon texted Brooklyn back saying they are here and just got a table. She had to tell him that we’re in Vegas so he wouldn‘t think she‘s being a stalker and checking on his every move.

He also confirmed to Brooklyn what I already knew; Kayden has seen the pictures from Vertigo in Los Angeles last night. Between being hung over, and so stressed out, I feel literally sick to my stomach. I’m about two second’s away from bolting out of here and just waiting for Kayden back in Texas.

“Dixon said they’re on the far end of the VIP area, since we know Shayne is sitting with his posse at the beginning of the VIP, we’ll go around the other way. Try to avoid another run with him.” Taking my hand, and giving me a sympathetic smile we make the walk back to the VIP lounge.

Every step I take, the more nervous I become. Knowing Kayden is ignoring me and rightly pissed off is ripping me apart. I should’ve done a lot of things differently over the last several days. Now I just hope and pray Kayden will have more faith in me then I had in him.

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Amazon Bestselling Author and a mother of 3 wonderful kids. Madison 9 Bailey 5 and Finn 2. I run a successful online boutique, Bailey Booper’s Boutique; many of my items featured on Teen Mom 2. I live in a small town in NY with my husband of 10 years, enjoying my happily ever after. My perfect day is spending time at the beach, I love the Ocean. I’m an outdoorsy type of girl; every chance I get I’m outside walking or running around with my kids.

I have been writing for as long as I can remember but I finally decide to peruse my dreams of sharing my stories with the world when I published my first Novel Irresistible Desire back in March 2013.

              

      

   

       

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