Excerpt + Giveaway: Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige

Excerpt + Giveaway: Last Kiss by Laurelin PaigeLast Kiss by Laurelin Paige
Series: First and Last #2
Published by St. Martin's Griffin June 14, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 400
Also in this series: First Touch
Also by this author: First Touch
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A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE FILLED WITH DARK DESIRES AND DANGEROUS SECRETS…

Emily Wayborn has made a decision.

She might not fully trust handsome and deadly Reeve Sallis, but he is the one person that gives her what she needs. With Reeve she can finally be herself. Submitting to him is the only thing keeping her grounded as the rest of her life falls apart. But the hotelier is a master at keeping secrets and as she continues her quest for answers someone is making sure she doesn’t find them.

Time is running out and she is questioning everything she thought she knew about friendship and love. She must now make an impossible choice that will determine if she will survive with her heart…or at all.

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Reeve smirked—he loved it when I begged—but he didn’t take me where I wanted to go. Instead, with his fingers pinching my chin, he twisted my face so that my cheek pressed against the glass.

“Look,” he said in reverence.

The mirror ran the whole wall behind me then wrapped around the vanity so, facing this direction, I could see our reflections in the glass, half eclipsed by steam from the shower. He let go of me long enough to wipe the fog then resumed his grip on my jaw. I stared, transfixed by the sight of his cock driving into me over and over.

With my focus where he wanted it, Reeve rearranged my legs, bringing one foot up to brace on the counter and propping the other in the sink. Now I was angled so that my cunt could better be seen in the mirror. It was naughty and erotic and I couldn’t stop staring.

“Look at that,” he said again, his fingers jabbing into my skin. “The way you let me use you is so beautiful.”

Beautiful. It was beautiful. The way he had me spread out awkwardly across the bathroom sink, naked while he was still clothed—it was vile and wicked and oh, so beautiful.

“I can’t control myself when I’m inside you.” His voice was ragged and threadbare. “I want to tear you apart. I want to rip you to shreds.” He moved both of his hands to grasp my thighs, tilting my pelvis so that his thrusts hit even deeper. “I want to destroy you. Want to fuck you to pieces. Want to shatter you. Want to break you.”

His awful, wonderful words set a storm to gather low inside me, and I could tell that this time it wouldn’t back down. I shifted my hands from the counter to his forearms to brace myself for its attack. The movement drew his attention from the mirror to my face.

“Want to break you,” he repeated, his words more of a rumble than actual speech.

“You do,” I said, peering up under heavy lids, my voice a mere rasp. “You do break me. Every time.”

Reeve’s eyes sparked in awe, then the muscles in his neck grew taut and his rhythm stuttered. With a low growl, he froze and spilled into me, his fingers digging so deep into my skin I was sure they’d leave bruises on my thighs.

It was so hot, how he defiled and wrecked me. So hot how he loved to see me devastated. So hot that I joined him in his release. My mouth fell open and my climax took over, coarsely racking through my body. Even with the mirror supporting my back, I was freefalling, spinning with pleasure. Only a thin layer of sweat and steam covered my body, but it felt like I’d been pulled underwater into a whirlpool of bliss.

Reeve put himself away, then watched me as I finished, as if completely enamored with my orgasm. As if completely enamored with me.

It was somewhat disconcerting to feel his eyes so heavy on me. He’d seen me come so many times before, but I’d never noticed him so intent. I lowered my gaze, but he lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his stare head-on.

With a gentle touch, he swept a lock of sweat-drenched hair from my forehead. “Every time?”

He’d been tender with me in the past, but it wasn’t his usual M.O., and it startled me. Moved me as I realized it came from a place of concern.

“Yes,” I answered honestly, because he did break me, every time that he stuck his cock inside me, every time that he made me climax, every time that he touched me. Outside of the moment, when the sex was over and we were people instead of sex-driven beasts, it sounded horrible. Who would want to be broken by her lover? Who would want to be destroyed?

I do. I always did. I longed for it and needed it. I needed him.

I caught his hand and pressed the back of it to my cheek. “It’s the only reason I ever want to be someone who’s put together. So that you can break me all over again.”

Be sure to check out Ali’s review of First Touch (here) and Last Kiss (here)!

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Review: First Touch by Laurelin Paige

Review: First Touch by Laurelin PaigeFirst Touch by Laurelin Paige
Series: First and Last #1
Published by St. Martin's Griffin December 29, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
Pages: 384
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
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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?

Sometimes you read a book and you can see what’s coming, you know where it’s leading…you see the black hole, the fall, the break…yet it doesn’t deter you from frantically getting to the next page.  That was how I was reading First Touch. 

Emily is an up and coming Hollywood starlet in search of her missing and estranged best friend.  She has little to go on, a cryptic message for help and a few tabloid shots of her last known lover, Reeve Sallis.  Reeve, an elusive hotelier with a past mired in scandal and danger won’t be easy to get close to but he’s Emily’s best option to picking up Amber’s trail.

The last thing Emily expects to find is a man she could actually care for under the cold exterior and brutish behavior.  She can’t deny the connection they have or the fact that he sees something in her she tried to bury ages ago.  The closer she gets to him, the closer she gets to finding out what happened to Amber but also the closer she gets to falling in love with the man that may still be in love with her best friend….or may have killed her best friend. 

There is so much to say about this book yet so little I want to say because I don’t want to give anything away.  So little can be taken at face value.  SO FUCKING LITTLE. 

Paige slowly releases details of Emily, Amber and Reeve’s past and it builds the suspense perfectly.  You’re constantly waiting for the next little tidbit to surface.  Now, as I mentioned before, I saw the fall coming but never quite saw the road to the cliff.  Does that make sense? 

First Touch has so many great aspects…it’s steamy, dirty, dangerous, exciting and ending that leaves you in so much anticipation for the next installment.  Seriously, I’ve spent hours agonizing about what’s coming next.  It hurts my heart. A lot.  Though it’s going to be a bit of a wait for book two, Last Kiss, don’t let that deter you from reading this now.  I think it’s the kind of story that deserves a little reading torture, a little build up…plus, I don’t want to be alone in my pain! 😉


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