Welcome to my stop on the Breathless Blog Tour hosted by Romance Addict Book Blog. For today's stop, I've got an awesome excerpt from Breathless and the tour wide giveaway to share with all of you, so don't miss out because exciting stuff is gonna go down. ;p
About the book:
Author: Rachel Brookes
Publisher: Self
Release date: November 24, 2013
One look from Savannah Rae was all it took for Tate Connors to fall.
From the first moment he laid eyes on her, his world was irrevocably shaken. He’s willing to accept that his life will never be the same again, but when she has to leave for New York the distance becomes more than either of them expected.
Tate is left alone with not only an empty bed but also a thousand thoughts running through his head. Insecurities soar as he wonders if he could ever really be the kind of man Savannah deserves.
When the demons of his past continue to threaten the future he so desperately craves, Tate knows he has to make the ultimate choice. Risk destroying his relationship and his family with one life changing decision, or gamble on fate and hope the past stays exactly that…the past.
Excerpt from Breathless:
I took a chance and glanced up at her though heavy eyes. My regrets when it came to Sav were all of my doing. As I looked at my girlfriend standing opposite me, the shards of afternoon sun beamed through the large windows, allowing the blond of Savannah’s hair to flicker in the sunlight and the shimmer of her makeup to glow. Even as she looked at me like she could kill me, she still had absolutely no idea how sexy she looked. With eyes burning into each other, our gaze spoke a thousand words. I licked my lips desperately as she lifted her hand and moved it to the back of her skirt. Her eyes drove harder into mine as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in the way only she knew fucked with my head—the one thing she knew I couldn’t handle. Light bulbs went off in my head. She was playing me. Savannah didn’t hesitate; she continued her torture. I swallowed hard, frantically trying to control the thoughts running wildly through my mind as I heard the slow, agonizing sound of her zipper undoing float through the air. Pure ecstasy swarmed to my dick as she wiggled out of her skirt, seductively swaying her hips side to side. The skirt fell to a pile at her feet and she stood before me wearing nothing but red boy-leg lace panties and a crisp white button-down shirt that sat so close to her body it was like an extra layer of skin. She stood with a look of ownership on her face. She was the master and I was her pussy- whipped slave boy. She took a step toward me, leaving the skirt on the floor behind her but still staying an arm’s length away from me.
“I don’t understand you, Tate,” she whispered in a voice laced with intention.
“Well you are just as frustrating.” Tate Junior strained hard against my pants, begging for his freedom.
She looked at me with eyes that could set my heart on fire but then rip it to shreds, and I was completely and utterly under her spell. Her fingertips lingered on the buttons of her shirt, teasing me, drawing me further into complete ecstasy. If I didn’t get my release soon I’d be exploding in my pants. Her eyes didn’t falter from mine as her fingers slipped into her shirt and unfastened one button at a time at an excruciatingly slow rate. With each open of a button, she allowed me a glimpse of her perfect tits. She opened her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, revealing a matching red lace bra. Fuck it! My eyes ran the length of her body, drinking her in, and finally my eyes drifted to her stomach. It was rounding so perfectly, and I smiled at the sight of her. She was torturing me. She knew exactly what she was doing—dealing out my punishment for being an asshole.
“Savannah, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
My voice was scratchy and full of need. Her eyes dropped and she took in my rock-hard erection that was on full display.
“You aren’t touching me, Tate.” she warned, hands on hips and shooting daggers at me, her voice spitting anger-filled venom. I was beyond turned on. “You storm into my life like a bull at a gate, you give me the best sex of my life, and you give me a baby but STILL you don’t trust me.” I couldn’t control my eyes from running the length of her body yet again. Her body was the best freaking aphrodisiac I needed.
“I trust you, Sav. I don’t trust anyone else. I am pretty sure we have had this discussion before.”
She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and sighed in frustration. “Seriously, what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Sav rolled her eyes at me. “What? Do you need me to scream it at the top of my lungs? Do you need me to get a tattoo across my forehead that says ‘I’m Tate’s girl’? Seriously, Tate.”
“I don’t understand you, Tate,” she whispered in a voice laced with intention.
“Well you are just as frustrating.” Tate Junior strained hard against my pants, begging for his freedom.
She looked at me with eyes that could set my heart on fire but then rip it to shreds, and I was completely and utterly under her spell. Her fingertips lingered on the buttons of her shirt, teasing me, drawing me further into complete ecstasy. If I didn’t get my release soon I’d be exploding in my pants. Her eyes didn’t falter from mine as her fingers slipped into her shirt and unfastened one button at a time at an excruciatingly slow rate. With each open of a button, she allowed me a glimpse of her perfect tits. She opened her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, revealing a matching red lace bra. Fuck it! My eyes ran the length of her body, drinking her in, and finally my eyes drifted to her stomach. It was rounding so perfectly, and I smiled at the sight of her. She was torturing me. She knew exactly what she was doing—dealing out my punishment for being an asshole.
“Savannah, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
My voice was scratchy and full of need. Her eyes dropped and she took in my rock-hard erection that was on full display.
“You aren’t touching me, Tate.” she warned, hands on hips and shooting daggers at me, her voice spitting anger-filled venom. I was beyond turned on. “You storm into my life like a bull at a gate, you give me the best sex of my life, and you give me a baby but STILL you don’t trust me.” I couldn’t control my eyes from running the length of her body yet again. Her body was the best freaking aphrodisiac I needed.
“I trust you, Sav. I don’t trust anyone else. I am pretty sure we have had this discussion before.”
She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and sighed in frustration. “Seriously, what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Sav rolled her eyes at me. “What? Do you need me to scream it at the top of my lungs? Do you need me to get a tattoo across my forehead that says ‘I’m Tate’s girl’? Seriously, Tate.”
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Rachel Brookes is from a coastal town on the east coast of Australia where beaches, kangaroos and surfers roam free. She writes angsty love stories with a pinch of craziness, a dash of drama, a cup of romance and a spoonful of sexiness… oh, and the main ingredient: hot guys.
Rachel sometimes forgets to eat, sometimes forgets to sleep and sometimes can’t remember the last time she cleaned her apartment but that’s because she is in a long term relationship with her laptop and is constantly writing.When she does step away from her laptop she can be found taking too many photos, making scrumptious cocktails, laughing at Adam Sandler movies and spending her time with her amazing family and friends.
With her first novel, Just Breathe, due to be released in July 2013, her dream of releasing a book will become reality. With another three books already taking up her mind, she cannot wait to start this crazy ride.
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