BOOK WHORES OBSESSION TAKES OVER SCHMEXY GIRL BOOK BLOG
Hey, ladies! Welcome to the Schmexy Girl Book Blog & A Book Whores Obsession Page Blog Swap! We’re Cara & Kari from ABWO – it is so nice to meet you! First things first (and we’re sure you know this already!) but Amy and Jesey are two of the best bloggers ever! We love them so hard! We’re extremely honored that they are trusting their blog to us for the day. They are over on our blog right now with their review of “Driven” (and they have an amazing interview with Colton over there – so you better make sure you check that out, too!).
Since your normal hosts are over entertaining our girls, we’ll be acquainting you with the amazingness that is Colton Donavan. Sit back, grab a glass of wine, and let us introduce you to your next book boyfriend!
Colton Donavan. The things that boy can do with cotton candy. Sigh. Just look at him! Can you freaking imagine!?
Sorry. (Focus, Cara!) Wiping the drool off of my chin……
Here’s a quick rundown:
When we first meet Colton (who is “imperfectly perfect and sexy as hell”), he is in true playboy form: he’s banging some girl he apparently just met in a back hallway during a gala that our heroine Rylee has organized. Rylee gets herself in a predicament and Colton comes to her rescue. (We know – you’re thinking “knight in shining armor”. Not so fast……) There is instant chemistry between the two, as in, they are kissing like crazy within seconds of meeting. Ryles (as Colton calls her, much to her chagrin) doesn’t DO this type of thing.
Colton’s response – “Don’t fool your prim little self into thinking that you didn’t enjoy that”.
Colton is enchanted with Rylee and asks her out; she says no. What he does get from her, however, is a bet. And we’re not going to go into what that bet consists of because we’re not going to spoil it for you! Let’s just say that, in typical alpha male fashion, Colton gets what he wants. After all, “when I like what I see, I go after it”. Just remember, “Sometimes you have to play dirty to get what you want.”
So, this gala was to raise money for the company/charity that Rylee works for. She gets a call the next day that someone has donated a substantial sum of money to finish the project. She runs in to the office and just guess what striking businessman / racecar driver is sitting at the conference table? Mr. Colton Donavan. And guess what his one little sticking point is in order to close the deal? She has to work with him on the project and accompany him to events.
This get….. well, we’ll use ‘interesting’. (Although ‘complicated’, ‘schmexy’, and ‘dramatic’ all fit, too.)
Colton Donavan is a super sexy, wicked-tongued, sweet, and a DRIVEN businessman and racecar driver. He’s “Rogue. Rebel. Reckless.” Little lines like this made us swoon repeatedly:
“It might not be tonight, Rylee. It might not be tomorrow night, but it will happen.”
“Oh, Rylee, it’s not exactly polite to lie when some of me is still in you.”
Ah! We love Colton Donavan. For real. He’s everything you could want in a book boyfriend – every little thing that is on your “perfect book boyfriend checkoff list” he has in spades! We are uber-excited for FUELED (comes out August 27th!!) and will be reading it the day of release! (Unless we can talk the author into sending it to us sooner – Hint! Hint!)
2. This book does have a nasty cliffhanger – so don’t say we didn’t warn you! Although we’re not a huge fan of cliffhangers (basically because they make us crazy waiting for the next book!), the best books usually do end in one! And this is one of those “best books”.
3. There are a few similarities to FSOG. A lot of books have similarities, we know, and it isn’t like FSOG gets a copyright to every line in the books! We could honestly overlook them all without a second thought except one. We just felt like having that line in there bothered us so much – it’s the only stinking thing that kept it from being a true 5 kiss book. But we’re still giving it 4.5 kisses because the story and the book boyfriend were so amazing, it didn’t really matter! LOL It just wasn’t PERFECT, ya know? (And we feel guilty not giving it 5 kisses because it was so amazing! So when you see our reviews on Goodreads and Amazon – we will have rounded up!) ;)
Thank you for reading this far! Now for the fun stuff! ☺ K. Bromberg has written us this Colton POV that has never been seen before! So you’re the first people to see this – totally cool, right?
EXCLUSIVE Colton POV
Fuck my rules.
Fuck her defiance.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
My eyes collide with hers as she steps out of the backstage door. The sneer on her face and fire in her eyes tells me she knows.
But that’s not possible.
She couldn’t have figured it out yet. But I’ll be damned if she’s not pissed off at me by the way she’s stalking those sexy-as-fuck curves towards me right now. I can’t help my eyes as they drag over every inch of her body, taking her all in, and wanting more than just the taste I got earlier. I want the whole fucking meal.
And I want it now.
Patience is definitely not my virtue.
And I’m sure as fuck going to steal hers.
I can’t help the smile that threatens the corners of my lips as I push myself off of the wall when she nears. A freight train of anger and she doesn’t even have a clue yet that I’m her fucking fuel.
What I wouldn’t give to push her up against the wall and taste her again—crowd around us be damned—so long as I get my fix. She reaches up and holds her hand to stop me before I speak. Fuck! The woman does everything to try and turn me off and all it does is spur me further the opposite way. Arousing me like she wouldn’t fucking believe.
“Look, Ace, I’m tired and in a really shitty mood right now. It’s time for me to call it a night—”
“And just when I was going to offer to take you to places you didn’t even know existed before.” I can’t help pushing her buttons. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. But fuck if it’s not true. I have no doubt we’d set the sheets—if not the fucking bed or floor or couch or wherever we crash—on fire. Those luscious lips of hers fall lax at my comment, and I figure I’ll keep her on her toes. Keep pushing those buttons. It’s just too much goddamn fun. “You don’t know what you’re missing, sweetheart.”
She snorts. She actually snorts at me standing here in her elegant dress, and fuck me if that too isn’t a mix of sexy and adorable. “I’m wounded,” I say, clutching my heart in mock pain. “You’d be surprised what my mouth gets with those lines.” Let’s see what she says to that one. My eyes trace over the outline of those lips that I want wrapped around my cock. Take in those fucking magnificent eyes again that are looking at me with a trace of shock. Even after all of our interaction tonight, she still doesn’t know how to take me.
Good. Keep her guessing. Confusion is my advantage.
“I don’t have time for your childish games right now. I just had to endure humiliation beyond my worst nightmare, and I’m more pissed off than you can imagine. I especially don’t want to deal with you right now.”
“I do love a woman who tells it like it is,” I murmur to myself unable to tear my eyes from hers.
“So I’m going home in about ten minutes. Night’s over. I win our idiotic bet, so you better get your check and fill it out because you’re going home with lighter pockets tonight.” She rants and places her hands on her hips.
Fuck, there’s that defiance again that makes my balls tighten in anticipation. In unfettered lust. And she thinks I’m just going to write her a check and let her walk out of my life without having her? She’s sadly mistaken. I’m a take it or leave it kind of guy.
And I’m definitely taking this one. Too bad she doesn’t know it yet.
I don’t fight my smirk this time. Game on baby. “Twenty-five thousand lighter, in fact.”
“No, we agreed on twen—” her voice fades off and I watch as it slowly hits her. The realization crashing like a tornado across her features and storming through her eyes. I can see her trying to fight it. Trying to resist the urge to throttle me.
And shit, if I thought defiance made her sexy, then anger makes her motherfucking breathtaking.
“No—uh-uh. This is bullshit and you know it!” She glares at me with every ounce of hatred I think she can muster and it only makes me more determined to have her.
“That wasn’t the deal. I didn’t agree to this!”
I work my tongue in my mouth, trying to bite back the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “A bet’s a bet, Ryles.”
“It’s Rylee, you asshole!” she hisses at me.
Testy. Testy. Ryles it is then.
“Last time I checked, sweetheart, my name wasn’t Ace.” But when you’re screaming my name later, it can be anything you want it to be. I lean back against the wall and watch the emotions play over her face.
She’s so frustrated. Mission accomplished, buttons pushed. And now I have one feisty hell-cat on my hands, and I bet sure as fuck she’s going to be fun to try and tame. Then again, why tame her? A few scratches never hurt anyone.
“You cheated. You-you-aaarrgh!” she puffs out.
“We never had time to outline any rules or stipulations.” I explain with a raise my eyebrows and a shrug my shoulders, “You were pulled away. That left everything as fair game.”
Those lips of her I want to taste fall open and then close again to only fall back apart. I pull my thoughts from what else I’d like them to open and close around. Sweet Christ! I force my mind to focus on the here and now and away from what exactly is under that dress. I push myself off the wall and step toward her.
I can’t resist.
“I guess I just proved you do in fact lose sometimes, Ryles.”
I have to touch her.
“I’m looking forward to our date, Rylee.”
I watch her eyes follow my fingers as they move a loose curl of hair from her cheek. I catch the slight shutter in her breath, and I know I’ve got her. Know it’s only a matter of time now.
The pull is just too great. Resistance is futile. I graze a thumb over her cheek wanting to feel her skin. Needing to feel that spark of current that vibrates between us.
“In fact, more than any other date I’ve had in a while.”
She leans her head back, my thumb still on her cheek and “Oh god!” falls from her mouth.
The sound of her sex kitten voice saying that turns my insides. Twists at some part deep within me, and I don’t like it one bit. The only part of me that should be affected should be my dick and my mind counting the minutes until I’m buried in her. Nothing else. It’s got to be the alcohol twisting things around. All I want here is a quick fuck and an attempt to tame the wild cat.
That’s it. Nothing else. I swear.
Unease creeps through me at the thought of only having her once, and I force myself to stop thinking this fucking nonsense and get my feet back underneath me. I hear those words of hers echo through my mind, and I know exactly how to get it back.
“Those words, Oh God,” I mimic her and give in one last time to my need to touch her by running a finger down the side of her face. “Now I know exactly how you’ll sound when you say that while I’m buried deep inside of you.”
I love the look of shock that flashes across her face. Love the defiance in her expression as she lifts her chin and glares at me. So. Fucking. Hot.
“Wow! You sure think a lot of yourself, don’t you, Ace?”
Fuck! She walked right into that one and I can’t resist. Just can’t fucking stop myself from pushing those buttons of hers one last time before I walk away and leave her wondering whose ball the court is really in. I slip my hands in my pocket and lean into her, the smile on my face suggesting exactly what I want to do with her.
To her. For her.
“Oh, sweetheart, there is definitely a lot of me to think about.” I laugh softly, loving the look I’ve just put on her face. “I’ll be in touch.”
I forgo the urge to touch her one last time. Savor her one last time. And I force myself to turn around and walk away. To put one foot in front of the other when I’d much rather be dragging her back to that damn storage closet and taking exactly what I want.
The chance to claim her.
Game fucking on.
Ahhhhh! ☺ Aren’t you just immediately hooked from the first three freaking lines!? We told you Colton was amazing! We have this sneaky feeling that he is going to be even better in FUELED (if that is possible!). It is the book we’re most looking forward to reading right now (Cara is on pins and needles waiting for it)!
You totally want to read DRIVEN, right!? Have no fear – the Schmexy Book Whores are here! K. Bromberg is giving away 2 free ecopies of DRIVEN! All you have to do is enter the Rafflecopter giveaway below:
Or, if you just can’t wait, here are the buy links! (And that is a good idea, considering you’ll kick yourself for not reading it sooner!)
Thanks for spending a few minutes with us and reading our guest blog post review of DRIVEN! If you need more Colton Donavan before FUELED comes out on August 27th!
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Don’t forget to CLICK HERE to check out Amy & Jesey over on our blog, too! They have their own review, plus an interview with the man himself!
To see Schmexy Girls Book Blogs HOT & DIRTY Interview with Colton Donavan —-> CLICK HERE
It’s been so much fun hanging with y’all today! Thanks again to the amazing Amy & Jesey for letting us have their blog for the day! We hope you drop by our blog and say “hi” to Amy & Jesey and check out our Facebook page, too. If any of you are on Twitter, follow us there @BookWhores – we get into a lot of #shenanigans with @SchmexyGrlBooks. ;)
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