Book Details:
Title: Keep Me
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 28th 2014
Sexy,
tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely
worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s
got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s
friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of
his adolescent fantasies into reality.
Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she
is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for
herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties
with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend
Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how
he’s about to rock her world.
You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
“Slow down! You’re going too
fast!” I screamed over the revving of the engine and the breeze that had picked
up the pace of a tornado. My demand came from a place of pure morality, but if
I had to be honest, I was absolutely loving
the exhilaration.
“Hold on, baby,” he shouted over
his shoulder.
And I did. I wrapped my arms in a
vice-like grip around his middle and dug so tight I could feel the ripples of
his chiseled abdomen underneath the cotton of his pullover. Instead of
decelerating, he twisted the throttle and revved the gas. I braced my head
against his back and closed my eyes, preparing for an inescapable collision.
Everything about Marcus Grayson was reckless and he was taking me down with
him.
I stayed glued to him for a
while, until I felt the bike start to slow and veer off to the right. We hadn’t
even reached the bridge so I didn’t know why he was exiting the expressway.
“Where are we going?” I spoke in his ear.
“You’ll see.”
He pulled off the expressway and
took on a slow, steady pace as he eased his way through the winding streets. At
each traffic light, he let his hands fall from the leather-fringed handlebars
to tangle his fingers with mine. It felt so intimate, so natural, to be with
him this way. Though we didn’t speak, many unspoken words were being said.
When we came to a stop at a
secluded spot off a cobblestone path, I gaped at the magnificence of our
surroundings—a quiet, serene sanctuary nestled in the heart of the busy,
bustling city. “Where are we?”
He lifted the helmet from his
head, shaking out his hair, just like the director had instructed him to do on
the shoot. Marcus was always on, playing the game. I hated to think I was just
a pawn.
He did that thing where he could
read my mind again. “Stop thinking. Just come here.” He spun himself around on
the bike so he was facing me. With a gentle tug at the straps, he undid my
helmet and hung it on the handle bar opposite his.
“Marcus, what are you. . .”
“Shh…” he placed a finger over my
mouth while his other hand combed out the knots in my hair. His eyes never left
mine, even as he inched closer to me, closing the small distance between us on
the seat of the bike. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all week.” The
desire radiating off him was maddening. His pupils were so large and dark, I
could almost see myself in them. This man was intimidating. Holy shit—it was
the craziest turn on.
“What? Straddling me while straddling a Harley?” I started
to laugh, my nervous twitch of a coping mechanism, but his lips quickly
silenced mine. His tongue ravished my mouth, hungry for more of what we’d
started last weekend. I, too, had been thinking about this all week. Even
though I tried to avoid it, pretend it hadn’t happened at all, I only made it
worse. Now I was starved for what I denied myself. The soft, throaty vibration
of the motorcycle beneath us wasn’t helping things either.
“Marcus, please.”
“Please what?”
I wanted to say please stop. Tell him this was wrong.
That we couldn’t continue stealing moments like this. But the way he growled
out his question had me responding with a different answer.
“Please . . . touch me.”
“Fuck, Tessa. I thought you’d
never ask.” His hands slid under the tight hem of my skirt, gliding the fabric
up so it bunched at my hips. I arched back against the seat rest and allowed
his fingers to travel where they wanted to go. When they found their way inside
my damp panties, I was already trembling in anticipation of his touch.
“Where do you want me to touch
you exactly?” he teased.
Forcefully, and without shame, I
placed a hand over his and pressed it hard against my sex. “Here. I want you to
touch me here.”
His gaze found mine again, his
breathing deep and heavy, his eyes dark as coal. “You’re fucking incredible,
Tessa.” His lips crashed down over mine again as his fingers pushed aside my
panties and slipped into me slowly. The sensation of his rough, deft fingers
inside my body and the humming engine against my sensitive flesh caused me to
writhe in sweet agony. As I rubbed against his hand and the leather of the
seat, I leaned into our kiss as if I could swallow him whole.
“Mmmm, Marcus.” I quietly moaned
against his mouth as he inserted another finger inside and circled his thumb
against my throbbing clit.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Come
undone for me.”
His words ignited the fire
tugging at my core, aching to be released. Clenching the seat behind me for
support, I lifted my hips off the bike and allowed his fingers to finish what
they’d started. It was unnerving how much control he had over me, and how easy
it was to give in. It was something that frightened me because of my past, but
at the same time liberated me from all the things that always held me back.
Never in a million years could I have placed myself in this scene, fooling
around on the back of a Harley with Marcus fucking Grayson.
Know when you read a book and you realize you read it at the
exact moment you were meant to? When I picked up this book, I was ready to get
lost in a hot sexy, steamy book. And this book was perfect for my mood. Faith
Andrews really brought the heat with this one.
Marcus was a hot, tattooed underwear model, need I say more?
Yes, he was a manwhore who never slept with the same woman twice but he was
hot. He then runs into is sister’s best friend from back in the day and his
world was turned upside down.
Tessa just got out of a horribly abusive relationship with
her ex-husband. She is a single mom starting back in the work place. She is
strong and smart and a wonderful mother to Luca. She sees Marcus again and her
thoughts of being alone forever change.
These two characters had amazing chemistry. The sex was out
of this world. They had sex on a
motorcycle. They had sex in a balcony during a concert. They had sex where ever
they possible could. But the love was there between them too.
“I’ve wanted you for
as long as I can remember. I finally got you and now… I want to keep you.”
I strongly recommend this book. It is a quick and easy fun
read. Faith Andrews did it again with another great book.
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is
happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful
daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and
Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a
sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there
living one somewhere . . .
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