Saturday, November 19, 2016

distracted-by-her-ban Today we have the blog tour for Distracted by Her by Caitlyn Blue. Check out this fantastic contemporary romance and grab your copy today!! distracted-by-her About Distracted by Her: Windy City Millionaire Devlin Stone is about to discover that love and revenge don't mix. Fifteen years ago my father went to jail for crime he didn't commit. Now, I'm back to take revenge on the man who sent him there. He believes himself untouchable, and for the most part, he is. His daughter, however, is very touchable and well within my reach. I remember her as a sweet kid, who took piano lessons from my mother. These days she's a complicated woman, who has a knack for distracting me from my retribution. She wants to save me. I intend to ruin her. Things are going to get interesting.

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He gives me a sardonic smile. “You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“Because you realized I wasn’t having an affair with Edward?”
“So you used me.” His flagrant sexual energy smothers my common sense. But it’s my optimism that drives me. Swallowing anxiety, I take a single step into the bedroom. “And yet…you touch me as if you want more than to upset my father. Like maybe you want me.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. When was the last time I felt like this?
Wild. Reckless. Insatiable.
On the back of Jason’s motorcycle. Drowning in his hot kisses and lost in a frenzy of youthful desire. In those glorious, innocent days I threw myself into adventure and always emerged unscathed.
Senior year of high school, Edward and Barbara taught me the value of caution and I was forever ruined. I settled into my safe life, chose staid, predictable dates, and forgot all about the intoxicating joy of dangerous men and risky situations. Until Devlin Stone reappeared in my life.
I take another step in his direction. “Do you?”
He laughs bitterly. “You can’t play me. I made up the rulebook. This isn’t going to convince me to leave your father alone.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“No?” His regard is hot enough to melt me where I stand.
I shake my head. “This is about you and me.” I flow into his space and touch his bare forearm. “And this.”
His arm tenses. Any second I expect him to throw off my hand.
“This isn’t going to help him.”
“So you’ve said.” I peek up at his face. A muscle tics in his cheek, but the rest of his features are carved of granite. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to be with you.”
“I’m the furthest thing from good for you.”
“Should I stay or go?” I barely hear myself above the rapid thump of my heart. When he doesn’t answer, I persist. “Do you want me to beg?” My words are sheer bravado. I’m dismayed at the thought that he might reject me after all.
“I want,” he exhales slowly, “to sink into your hot little body and make you completely mine. I intend to wipe the memory of any other man's touch from your mind until you can't get away from me. Ever.”
His possessiveness obliterates what little pride I have left. “Then I’m yours.”
I freeze when he gathers a handful of my dress and begins raising the material an inch at a time. It slides against my thighs, a silken caress that intensifies the trembling in my muscles. Once my entire leg is bared, he skims his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my oh-so unsexy panties. I’d worn the damned things because I didn’t want to feel sexy and attractive around Devlin. Now I wish I’d donned the thinnest of silk.
The white cotton bites into my hip and rubs against my thigh as he peels the material down my legs. I’m further turned on by his urgency. I take a deep breath and stare at the king-size bed as he kneels at my feet. With one hand on his shoulder for balance, I step out of my underwear.
To my shock, instead of dropping my panties to the floor, Devlin slides them into his pocket. I gape at him as he straightens to his full height once more. Are they a souvenir? I almost laugh at the thought. A hysterical chuckle might have escaped me if I hadn’t picked that second to glance at his face. His expression staggers me.
His wild, reckless eyes are fixed on my lips. He draws his eyebrows together in what appears to be consternation while the rest of his features remain unyielding. Then a muscle jumps in his cheek.

Each second he remains immobile stretches my nerves. I understand that he’s offering me time to change my mind, but I have no intention of doing that. I’m scorched by the heat of his hunger and unable to move while I wait for whatever comes next. Somewhere in the back of my mind crouches the hope that he isn’t beyond redemption. That love can save him. I just don’t know how much of my heart I’ll risk in the process.

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