REEVE IS HERE!
Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch by Laurelin Paige! This highly anticipated release is NOW LIVE!
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When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?
OUR REVIEWShel: This is one of those review where I wish I could share the texts that flew through our phones as we were reading this one. There was a lot of "gahhhh" and "the ending is going to kill me I think" and "fml, we have to wait until when for book two?" and "that mutha fucking ending...", if that tells you anything about how I felt about it. And just to be upfront, I was totally skeptical about whether I'd like it because sometimes books don't live up to the hype and this one has been getting a lot of hype so....I was curious about it and hopeful but also skeptical. As you can see from the described texts, after getting to the ending I am very very curious to see what Paige will do to these characters next.
Court: I could see from the get go that this one was probably going to suck us in. And I had major Lisa Renee Jones flashbacks, because this is in the same vein as her erotic suspense. I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Like Shelley said up there, that we had some major angst in our messages to one another about what would happen next...and honestly the best part about the whole book is that there was never anything predictable that happened in my eyes.
Shel: If you take a look at the synopsis you'll see that First Touch would be considered romantic suspense and erotic...be sure to squeeze 'erotic' somewhere in there because it's most definitely erotic. Yep. As a matter of fact, I'd suggest that it's more erotic suspense than romantic suspense? I digress. Anyway, none of that really tells you much, does it? Basically a voicemail from a former friend + a sense of obligation, then worry + an intense and then fucked up encounter with a mysterious and perhaps 'connected' gazillionaire = the beginnings of a twisted relationship between our two main characters, Emily and Reeve. Obviously it's not that simple or straightforward. Nope. There are lots of questions (some answers) and tense moments and sex. And it's just fucked up, to be honest. Their whole relationship was just fucked up and I couldn't tear myself away from it. The lies and subterfuge and manipulations and power plays made me anxious and curious as hell; I had to know if Emily was going to get caught in her lies, if we'd ever know exactly what Reeve did or didn't do. The more I got to know Emily and to see her sometimes malign, sometimes accept herself and the more I saw Reeve reveal more and more of himself, the more I sped through the pages until I got to a point where I thought I was getting answers. Then I read the last page. And I threw a temper tantrum at how far away June is.
Court: Shel! Y'all! I hated Reeve so much in the middle of this book. It did not take long from point a to point b where I was so conflicted in every single one of my feelings about each character. He has the whole alpha characterization down pat, but suspicious things keep happening to the women who associate with him...and damn if his rules aren't rigid. And damn if Emily's past isn't haunting and hard to read about, and then he is sweet to her again, and again I am so conflicted because they are so multifaceted characters, and really...what more can we ask for in a book?
Shel: So there you have it: a review that really doesn't tell you much because HI SPOILERS ARE NOT OKAY AND I WON'T SPOIL IT SO DON'T ASK ME. But, I hope you can gather from the synopsis and what I've shared that my initial skepticism was dumb and that I am 1000% into reading the next book because I absolutely need to know how the fuck Laurelin Paige is going to torture me and resolve all of the storylines by the end of it all.
Court: TRUST ME, SHE WILL NOT TELL YOU SHIT! Haha. That is not a bad thing. But, I hope that we all should not perish from our angst ridden hearts before the next book comes out, because that would be a crying shame...and we HAVE to know, as soonas LP will let us...what will happen next! Complicated, y'all! This book is brilliant!
Until next time, happy reading~
“Tell me something,” he said, overtly switching gears. “What’s with you and Chris Blakely?”
He’d been watching me at the Expo, then. Before he’d come outside after me.
His question about Chris was spoken casually, but it was purposeful. A more naïve woman might have missed it, but I was too experienced with men like him. He wanted me to know that I was in his sightline. That this was what it meant to be part of his life. That he would monitor me, if he felt like it; he’d rule me. And he expected me to submit.
I couldn’t decide if that freaked me out or thrilled me.
So I played coy. “He’s an actor. We’ve worked together on occasion. I guess we’re friends.”
I walked into the kitchen and got a glass from the cupboard. Chewing my lip, I filled it with filtered water from the sink and debated full disclosure regarding Chris…It was a long shot, but since I hoped to contact Chris for more information about Missy at some point, I decided the less I said the better.
I drank some of my water then set the glass down and leaned across the counter to watch Reeve. His fingers trailed across the spines. I couldn’t see the exact books, so I tried to think what was there. My Katherine Hepburn autobiography. My copy of Rebecca.
He stopped and pulled one from the shelf then flipped through it lazily. This one I recognized from the cover. PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, one of my coffee table books. I collected them and had so many that most lived on my bookshelf rather than on my coffee table. This particular book was a printing of blog posts that shared secrets anonymously. Parts of it read like my diary, and I’d marked several pages with Post-it notes so I could easily come back to them. Reading it had always felt comforting.
Seeing it in Reeve’s hands, though, wasn’t comforting. He flipped through the pages, stopping on the ones I’d tagged. Chuckling at some. Growing somber at others. At one, he lifted his head toward me and nodded slightly as if confirming what he’d just thought, what he’d just read.
I ran through several confessions I knew by heart, trying to imagine which it had been—
“Again and again. Used.”
“I’m more scared of court than I was when he almost killed me.”
“I would do absolutely anything in the whole world if I thought it would make her happy.”
Whichever ones he was reading, any of them—all of them—were private. Too private for him to know spoke to me. Yet, I didn’t stop him. I let him sink one layer deeper under my skin.
It was bad enough that he was in my apartment—in an apartment that I paid for myself. His presence reminded me of a time when everything I owned had been given to me by men. The things I had now, though small in number and worth, were all mine.
Trying to distract myself from the anxiety Reeve’s invasion caused, I asked, “Why do you want to know about Chris anyway? Do you want me to fix you up? He’s got a fiancé, you know.”
Reeve shot me a glare. “Cute.”
He put the book back on my shelf and moved toward me. When he reached the counter, he said, “Chris doesn’t look at you like he has a fiancé.”
Ah. I’d forgotten Reeve was a jealous man. Or I’d underestimated the depth of his envy. Strangely, it was a fairly common trait of the kind of men I’d involved myself with in the past, the kind of men who had everything. I knew how to pander to them, knew what to say to put their insecurities to rest. No one could ever be man enough to compare with you, I’d say. It might have been what Reeve was looking for in regards to Chris.
But I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him. “A lot of men don’t look at me like they have a fiancé.”
Reeve leaned across the opposite side of the counter so we were face-to-face. “I don’t like that.”
Jealousy was generally boring, yet, on Reeve, it was fascinating. And, I suspected, dangerous. “You don’t? What are you going to do about it? Lock me up and never let me out in public?”
“I have some nice secluded resorts I think you’d like. My island properties are so beautiful you’ll forget you’re in a prison.”
He flashed his dimple. It was subtle, only noticeable when he smiled in a certain way, the way he was smiling now. And his eyes…I’d thought they were blue, but now I saw green flecks. They caught in the light. They caught me in them, made me feel warm. Made me feel trapped.
I stood up straight, distancing myself without moving away. “Look at you. Acting as if you have some claim to me. I think I already blew you off the other night.”
“Look at you, acting as if I’m a person that you blow off. I think I already warned you about me.” He was teasing as I’d been. But he wasn’t all at the same time.
My heart skipped a beat. “Another threat?”
“If you want it to be.” He looked at me like he had earlier—that intent way that saw through me, into me. Saw all my dark parts.
In a way, he was showing me his darkness as well.
My lip quivered, but I wasn’t scared. Well, not scared enough. “I do.”
His eyes sparked, and with that simple phrase, we entered into an agreement. He would have me. He would fuck me. He would bring me into his world.
And in return I’d let him break me.
Last Kiss (Book Two) A First and Last Novel
Releases June 14th, 2016
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About the Author:
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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