He curls a hand around my neck, and his hunger reaches me, weakens me. I feel my knees wobble at his nearness. His scent. God,
I missed him and I hate that I did. That I do.
He’s standing here and I still do.
“You kill people,” I breathe.
His hand circles my throat, and the pad of his thumb slowly, sinuously, begins caressing my pulse point as his eyes drop to my lips. “Sometimes.” His voice is a low rasp.
“Do you torture them?”
I’m breathless and hurting and why can’t I unlove him? Why can’t I just unlove him?
“I do what I have to,” he murmurs as he strokes my neck with his thumb and keeps staring, keeps hungering openly for my mouth, his gaze so powerful I lick my lips nervously, and it only makes his eyes darken even more. He hungers even more.
My breath is no longer mine. But I keep trying to get air into my lungs, because all the emotions in my chest are too painful to hold back. “Stupid little bimbo, is that why you chose me?” I ask thickly.
“Chose you? If I’d chosen a woman, I would never have chosen you.” He rubs the back of one knuckle over my lips. “You’re a hot mess, Melanie,” he rasps. “You’re a hot innocent little mess and I would never willingly tie myself by the balls to someone as fun, merry, innocent, and happy-go-lucky as you. I didn’t choose you, but I sure as fuck can’t free myself of you. You’re in my head, you’re like some demon in my fucking heart.”
Every woman wants me–except the one I sing for.
Seattle shakes with anticipation: they call it the concert of the year. They say girls are getting pregnant just thinking about my band being in town.
But when you love a girl, you don’t leave her with nothing but a ring and a promise. Any man with half a brain should know..
So what did I expect my girl would do when she saw me again?
Well, for starters, she loathes our music. Particularly the song I wrote about her.
When I sing it, the stadium is in an uproar. Thousands of fans scream my name like I’m a god–but yeah, not her. Crystal clear: the girl’s not happy to see me.
Black hair, black boots, a bad attitude, that’s her — Pandora Stone is a freaking man-eater and she’s out for my blood.
Let her come at me. Because I’m out for her heart and, this time, there’s no way she can stop me.
*Thank you so much to my publisher, Gallery Books, and Sarah Hansen for another amazing cover, and to Christina Albrecht from Chocolate Eye Photography for the perfect image of my rock god hero!*
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Two days ago it was REAL’s 1st year anniversary, but today? Today is yet an even more special day.
Happy Birthday, Remington Tate!
Annnnddddd….it’s not only Remy’s birthday but also Celeste’s! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN AMAZING, AMAZING BLOGGER AND FRIEND! When Celeste proposed we have a joint bday celebration on her blog, I thought it was a brilliant idea. So feel free to stop by to share your well wishes, read a ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REMY’ scene and participate in a Real, Mine, Remy and Rogue giveaway!
Check it out here and have a great Thursday!
Exactly 1 year ago I clicked “Publish” on Real. And wow, if you’d all seen me that day. I was biting my nails, pacing back and forth, checking my emails, wondering if you guys would read it, feel it, love it like I do? Truly, I could never in my life have imagined how many of you would!
Thank you all SO SO MUCH for an amazing, very REAL and yet very incredible year!!!
And with much gratitude as well as to celebrate today, Gallery Books has made REAL’s extended ending (the full extra chapter from the limited print Target edition) available online to read! Click HERE TO READ NOW and thank you, once again, to each and every one of you for your amazing support for these characters and this series. ♥
P.S. The extended ending begins from the moment in that last REAL scene where Remy tells Brooke “You don’t sing for shit, baby….”
My boyfriend. My friend. My protector. He’s the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, and the reason I fall asleep limp, worn out, and aching for his warm arms around me. When we make love, he says my name like it means something. Like I mean something.
His name is Greyson King, but his alias is Zero.
There’s zero trace of him, he has zero past, and now I know that with him, I will have zero future.
He may leave no trace of him anywhere, but his imprint is in me, in my very soul—and I hate that a mere look at him commands the beat of my heart. The temperature of my body.
I’ve looked for love my entire life. I’ve waited for the butterflies, the rainbows…
Instead I’m in a free fall of emotions and there’s no one to catch me but the one man I should be running away from. The one man I thought was my prince charming.
Except this prince charming went rogue.
Greyson will stop at nothing to make me be with him. He’ll let no one stand in our way, will allow no one to threaten me, and maybe this is what scares me most of all…
What will my rogue do to keep me?
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I met Monica Murphy years ago at a writer’s group online, where we were both trying to hone our craft, and we became instant friends and have been in contact ever since! We’ve been through failures and successes, cheering and holding each other’s hand – and even when I took a three year break from trying to write, we continued staying in touch until I came back to write REAL and she encouraged me to release it.
I consider Monica Murphy not only a great friend but a super talented, hardworking, amazing author, and I am beyond thrilled today to celebrate the release of her conclusion to her ONE WEEK GIRLFRIEND series – FOUR YEARS LATER is Owen’s story, and I have loved this little guy from book 1. I am sure you will too!
So to celebrate Monica and her amazing success and this incredible read, I’m giving away a signed paperback of FOUR YEARS LATER – just comment and I will choose a winner by tonight at 8 p.m. Central time.
You can read more about Four Years Later and Monica’s OWG series here.
New Adult bestselling author Monica Murphy winds up her sensational series with this sexy story of two college kids with nothing in common but a bunch of baggage and a burning attraction.
Over. That about sums up everything in my life. Suspended from my college football team and forced to cut back my hours at The District bar because of my crappy grades, I can’t keep turning to my sister, Fable, and her pro-football playing husband, Drew, to bail me out. I just can’t seem to find my own way. Weed and sex are irresistible temptations—and it’s messed up that I secretly hand over money to our junkie mom. A tutor is the last thing I want right now—until I get a look at her.
Chelsea is not my type at all. She’s smart and totally shy. I’m pretty sure she’s even a virgin. But when she gives me the once over with those piercing blue eyes, I’m really over. But in a different way. I won’t deny her ass is killer, but it’s her brain and the way she seems to crave love—like no one’s ever given her any—that make me want her more than any girl I’ve ever met. But what would someone as seemingly together as her ever see in a screwed up guy like me?
So here’s the first little snippet from book #4 of the REAL series – ROGUE (in case you missed this from the awesomest Maryse’s Book Blog!)
This is the story of Melanie, Brooke’s best friend, and Greyson King – a bastard and asshole and a complete and total ROGUE! ♥
He’s a ten. I’ve never, ever, been with a ten. And the way that he looks at me . . . I’ve seen that look before. The look that Remington Tate gives Brooke. That look. He’s giving it to me and I’m dying inside. Can I die from one look? And if one look can kill me, then what would one touch do?
“So,” he says softly, his voice textured. He waits a little before speaking again, and it surprises me that he still only looks at my face, not my wet chest, not my bare legs—he’s looking at nothing but my eyes while absently stroking the circle of my steering wheel.
“Want to go somewhere with me?” he asks, then reaches out with his free wet black glove to brush my hair back behind my ear.
What I feel is so far beyond lust, I can hardly answer him.
I tremble. “Yes,” I say, dizzied with want.
He gives me a smile that sends my pulse racing, his hand lingering on my face for a second longer, then he shifts my car into gear and pulls us into the rainy streets. The air between us crackles in the silence.
The only audible sound outside is the rain and thunder. The inside of the car is dominated by his breathing. His breaths are deep and slow, but mine are fast and nervous.
He smells…like a wet forest. With a touch of leather. His eyes are on the road, but I’m only aware of him. The way his chest expands his wet T-shirt. His shadowed profile and how the city lights flicker across his face as we pass. His wet jeans clinging to his hard thighs. I think we both know we’re going to do it.
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Guys, I’ve got an amazing surprise for you!!!
As you know, I think J. A. Redmerski is the master! I fell in love with her prose and characters in THE EDGE OF NEVER, and she continues to be one of my most beloved must-read authors who just grab me from page one and never let me go.
So….have you read her most recent release, SONG OF THE FIREFLIES yet?!
I am so in love with this book! As you know, I’m fiercely passionate about the subject of mental health, and J.A. Redmerski tackles it with realism, depth and sensitivity – I fell really hard for the hero, Elias, but also, very very hard for Bray and how real she was. This book feels so light and so dark, so deep and magical, it gave me all kinds of feels, grabbed me from the start and never once let me go.
So….as we wait for the paperback release, WHO WANTS AN ADVANCE READER COPY?! She and her amazing editor were nice enough to offer three! So comment today and I will pick the winners either here or on my Facebook post by midnight…and then, prepare for an all-night read, guys! 🙂
You can also find it live and in ebook on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/MI0fNv