"Managing his parents’ biker bar was never part of his plan, but after meeting Gia Caro, he’s beginning to think that’s exactly where he’s meant to be."
Meet Colton & Gia in Falling Fast by Aurora Rose Reynolds! NOW AVAILABLE ON ALL RETAILERS! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2h30aWB Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2yJ5YfH iBooks: http://apple.co/2zyBRXp Nook: http://bit.ly/2yJyb6f Kobo: http://bit.ly/2yN40gb Paperback: http://amzn.to/2h2sBUI 
Blurb
Colton and Gia are from Until June Colton Allyster is relieved to be back home. After a year of rehabilitation, losing his career as a Marine along with his fiancé, he’s had to learn quickly what’s really important. Colton grew up wanting to serve his country. Managing his parents’ biker bar was never part of his plan, but after meeting Gia Caro, he’s beginning to think that’s exactly where he’s meant to be. Ever since Gia Caro arrived in the small, sleepy town of Ruby Falls, Tennessee, her life has spiraled out of control. Between losing her grandmother a little more each day to dementia, and her hot boss’s constant attention, her once quiet existence isn’t so quiet anymore. After weeks of sidestepping Colton, things get out of hand, and before Gia knows what’s happening, she’s spending her nights in his bed and her mornings in his kitchen. And as he cleans out drawers and makes room in his closet, she starts to wonder if she’s falling too fast. Book Trailer Embed: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MEnWms_Fq7I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> Share link: https://youtu.be/MEnWms_Fq7I About the Author 
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest
Michelle's Review
 Falling Fast by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Exactly why I love this author! I'm never disappointed when I pick up a book by Aurora and Falling Fast is a testament to that. Gia and Colton are both wonderful loving characters who are absolutely perfect for each other. Colton was left by his ex after a life changing circumstance. Fighting to get his life back he is immediately smitten with the girl who just came in for a interview at the bar his family owns. Gia goes to Tennessee to help with her sick grandmother. When she's face to face with Colton she's suddenly nervous and clumsy. Not being able to take her eyes off the tall handsome man. These two are sweet, sexy and totally made for each other. Their story is emotional, hot and you are so going to fall in love with it and them. The writing is phenomenal and a perfect start to what is going to be a great series. Loved it! View all my reviews
0 Comments
Meet Sage & Kimberly in Until Sage by Aurora Rose Reynolds
NOW LIVE! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2paeAXD Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2opIJ58 iBooks: http://apple.co/2nGAuo7 Nook: http://bit.ly/2o8aixX Kobo: http://bit.ly/2pvfk96 
Blurb
Sage Mayson had Kimberly Cullen once, and the memory of that brief encounter has tortured him since the moment he pushed her away. He should have followed his gut, but he didn’t, and now he’s left watching the woman he wants more than anything from afar. Kimberly vowed to protect her heart from Sage, but when her sister is murdered and her world starts to fall apart, he’s the one person she finds herself leaning on. Getting a second chance is something Sage knows is rare. He’s not going to squander the one he’s been given, and he won’t take no for an answer when it comes to making Kim his. But what Sage doesn’t know is Kim has a secret that could leave them both devastated and heartbroken. 
EXCERPT
“He apologized. Don’t you think you should do the polite thing and at least hear him out?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know, or you’re just too scared to find out what will happen if you do?” “Do we have to do this right now?” I sigh, and he tosses his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. “We’ve been doing this for months now. I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one will notice, and I see the way he looks at you, not giving a fuck if everyone sees. Even when he thought you and I were a thing, he still made it perfectly clear to those who were watching that if by some chance he got a shot, you would be his.” “I really think you are reading way too much into this.” “Am I?”
Michelle's Review
 Until Sage by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Another beautifully written book by Aurora. I adore these people, the Mayson's will forever hold a place in my heart. This is Sage and Kim's book. It's emotional, heartfelt and sexy. When Sage stops to help someone on the side of the road he gets more than he bargained. After spending less than 24 hours with this woman he finally knows what the men in his family were talking about when they talked about meeting your BOOM. Kim has moved to Tennessee to get to know her twin sister whom she was separated from as babies. Things don't work out liked she'd hoped so she is trying to get on with her life. When she meets a tall dark stranger things turn sideways fast. She has a huge secret she's keeping from him but she's afraid of what will happen if she does. These two are wonderful characters. I loved their story and hated for the book to end. Can't wait for the next book and see where the author takes is next.
About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest 
BRING ON THE BOOM!
Meet Ashlyn & Dillon in Until Ashlyn. NOW AVAILABLE Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2gJpIql Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2gJmTpn iBooks: http://apple.co/2gywmiO Nook: http://bit.ly/2gLa2lj Kobo: http://bit.ly/2gyqHt0 
Blurb
Dillon Keck knew Ashlyn Mayson was drunk when she suggested they get married. He knew he should have taken her back to their hotel room and put her to bed. Instead, he did what he had been craving to do since the moment they met. Claim her as his. Waking up married in Vegas isn't something Ashlyn Mayson ever thought would happen to her. Having Dillon, her boss, a man she thinks is a dick, insist they stay married is absurd, but every time he touches her, she gets lost in him and wonders if maybe they are meant to be together. But someone isn't happy for Dillon and Ashlyn and their new found romance, and they're willing to do anything to keep them apart. Even commit murder. 
Dedication
To every single person that believes in the BOOM Chapter 1 Ashlyn “Hey, Mom,” I greet, tucking my phone between my ear and shoulder as I shove another dress and matching heels into my suitcase. I smile while I do, because Dillon will likely flip his lid when he sees my choices in attire for the weekend, but there is not one damn thing he can do about it since we won’t be in the office. So technically, his stupid rules don’t apply. “Are you all packed?” “Almost,” I sigh, looking at the clock and realizing I only have ten minutes to finish before my cab is set to arrive. I wasn’t planning on going to Vegas for the dental convention, but Dillon insisted he needed me with him, and like an idiot, I agreed. “Is Dillon picking you up?” “No, I’m meeting him there. His flight left a couple hours ago.” “Oh.” She lets out a defeated breath. “Is it just you and him going?” “I hope so. I swear if the Wicked Witch shows up, I’ll sell her on the strip to the highest bidder, or pay someone to take her out to the desert and drop her off,” I grumble, digging under my bed for my tickler—just in case of an emergency. “Call me if you need an alibi.” She laughs, and I smile, shaking my head, because I know she’s not lying; she would find a way to be my alibi if something happened. “I’ll call,” I mutter, heading to the bathroom so I can gather my shower supplies. “Dillon’s so nice,” she says quietly, and I grit my teeth. Dillon is annoying, bossy, and… fine, he can be nice sometimes. Plus, he’s uber-hot, but I hate him. Okay, I don’t hate him… but I really, really want to. “How long are you going to be gone for?” she questions, breaking into my internal rant. “Just four days. My flight gets back Monday night around seven.” “Promise you’ll call everyday and check in.” “I’ll call or text,” I agree, grabbing my cosmetics case from under the bathroom cupboard, filling it with all of my makeup. “Please try and have some fun while you’re there. Make Dillon take you out to a nice dinner or dancing.” Snorting, I mutter, “Sure, Mom. I love you. I’ll message when I land.” “Okay, honey, and don’t forget your dad and I leave Monday for Florida and we’ll be gone for three weeks.” “I haven’t forgotten. Have fun, kiss Grandma and Grandpa, and tell Dad I love him.” “Will do,” she promises softly before I hang up and shove my cell into my back pocket. Looking at the clock I let out a quiet curse, getting my ass in gear to finish packing so I don’t miss my flight. ~*~*~ Dragging my bag behind me toward the reception desk, I’m stunned by how many people are here wearing nametags stating they’re attending the dental convention. Dillon mentioned this weekend is one of the largest gatherings of dentists in the United States, but sheesh, this is crazy. Finally making it to the front of the line, I smile at the cutie behind the desk. “How can I help you, gorgeous?” he inquires once I’m close, and I set my purse on the counter and pull out my ID, handing it over to him. “Hi, I have a reservation.” I yawn, covering my mouth while I listen to the sound of slot machines going off in the distance. I love the slots—or penny slots to be exact, since I’m too chicken to play the real ones. “I’m sorry, but there is no reservation under your name. Are you sure you’re staying with us?” he asks, handing me back my ID, and I frown. “I’m positive. It may be under my boss’ name, Dillon Keck. He made the reservations,” I say, and he starts to type again then smiles. “Got it. I see here that Mr. Keck has already checked in and requested we give you your own key to the suite upon arrival.” “Uh… what?” I blurt, feeling something close to dread fill my stomach. “Are you saying he’s staying in that room too?” “Yes, it’s a suite with two kings.” “I don’t care how many kings are in the room. It’s one room. Right?” I panic, leaning half over the counter, trying to see his computer screen. “Please tell me you have another room available?” “I’m sorry, but we’re completely booked. This is one of our busiest weekends of the year.” “Of course it is.” I shake my head. “Can you recommend another hotel nearby?” “Sorry, but I really doubt anywhere else has an opening.” “Oh man… oh man,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed. “It’s not a big deal. You can share a room with him. You’re an adult, and it’s not like you even like him, right?” I whisper, balling my hands into fists. “Um, so do you want me to get you your key?” Opening my eyes, I nod once and his face softens. “Call down and check. Sometimes we have people call off their reservations last minute. You never know. Something might open up between tonight and tomorrow.” “Sure, I’ll call,” I agree, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this kind of karma as I wait there for the room key. Standing in the hall outside the door to our room ten minutes later, I pause with my key card in my hand, not sure if I should knock or just go in. I seriously cannot believe Dillon booked us in a room together. Actually, I can believe it, because I think he gets off on annoying me. “Screw it. It’s my room too,” I mutter to myself, shoving the key into the card reader, watching the light turn green. Pushing down on the handle, I turn, using my shoulder to hold the door open while I drag my suitcase into the room, fighting with its weight as the door closes, trapping it half way through. “Shit!” Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and almost fall on my ass when my eyes find Dillon standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, with a pair of boxers in his hand. His once long hair now short and wet, and a tattoo I didn’t know he had along his muscled ribs on his side. “Oh, my God,” I breathe, turning quickly while attempting to shove my suitcase back out of the room. I totally did not need to know Dillon looks hotter without clothes than what my mind had made up, and believe me—my mind had unfortunately tormented me with thoughts of him naked many times. “Christ, you’re a mess,” is muttered from behind me while a very strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet, and my suitcase is tugged from my grasp. Before I know it, my suitcase and I are both in the room and the door closes with a soft hiss, trapping me inside. “Please tell me you’re not still naked,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling his arm release me and his heat leave my back. “I’m not naked.” Opening my eyes, I close them again when I see he’s only got on a pair of form-fitting black boxers and nothing else. “Put some clothes on.” “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked man before.” He chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes my teeth grind and my hands drop to my sides. “I don’t want to see you naked.” I glare at him while he buttons up a pair of dark slacks that fit him perfectly. “You could have avoided all of this if you had knocked.” “Really?” I raise a brow. “You could have ‘avoided all this,’” I make air quotes, “and gotten me a separate room.” “They messed up the reservation.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, and I feel my eyes narrow further. “You should have called to tell me that, so I could have—” “You would have avoided coming,” he cuts me off. “If you knew we were sharing a room, you would have found an excuse, and I need you with me this weekend.” “Whatever,” I grumble, knowing he’s right. I would have canceled the trip if I knew we were sharing a room, even knowing that being here is a great way to build connections with other dentists. Especially, if I want to open my own practice in the future. “We need to set a few ground rules.” I cross my arms over my chest while I watch him walk across the room toward the bed near the window. “Later.” He picks up a dark-blue, almost black, dress shirt and starts to put it on, which is unfortunate, because now that I’ve seen him shirtless, I’m thinking he should never cover up again. “No, now,” I growl, annoyed with myself for being attracted to the dick. “Later.” He holds my glare. “Right now, you need to get dressed. We have reservations in forty minutes.” He takes a seat on the side of the bed and starts to put on his shoes. “What?” I look at the clock on the wall. It’s after seven at night and I’m exhausted. All I want to do is climb into bed, order room service, and watch some bad TV. “We have a reservation in forty minutes,” he repeats, then stands. “The restaurant is twenty minutes away, so you have twenty minutes to get ready, unless you want to wear that.” He motions to my sweats, flip-flops, and hoodie. “I suggest you change.” “I hate you.” “So you say,” he says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, as he goes to the dresser, picking up his watch and putting it on. “What did I do to deserve this?” I shake my head, pulling out my hair tie and running my fingers through my knotted hair. “You may want to hurry.” Holding his eyes for a minute, I give up my glare then drag my suitcase to the middle of the room and unzip it. After pulling out one of my favorite “going out” outfits along with my makeup bag, I go to the bathroom and try to slam the door closed, but it’s on one of those thingies that prevents me from doing that, which pisses me off even more. “Stupid door. Stupid dick,” I mutter once the door is closed, then get to work on making myself look halfway decent. Twenty minutes later, I look at my refection and lean forward, putting my face an inch from the mirror, and use my dark-red lipstick for the final touch on my dramatic makeup look. Since I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair, I brushed it out and put it up in a bun on top of my head then pulled out a few pieces to frame my face. Looking at my now blonde hair, I smile. I wasn’t sure I would like having blonde hair but Kim insisted it would look great on me, and she wasn’t wrong. Standing back, I place my hands on my hips and take myself in. My black sleeveless-top, with triangles cut out of the center of the chest and sides, is sexy but classy, and my red skin-tight pencil skirt, with its slit up the thigh, shows off just enough skin to draw attention while leaving everything to the imagination. Slipping on my black, pointed-toe, four-inch pumps, I open the door to the bathroom, and mutter toward where I know Dillon is sitting, “Let me just change my purse and we can go.” “You’re not wearing that.” “Pardon?” I ask, pausing in my squatted position in front of my open suitcase to look at him. “You’re not wearing that outfit. Go change.” “I’m not changing.” I stand, moving to the desk so I can transfer what I need from my bag to my clutch. Hearing no reply, my eyes move to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I feel my skin warm up and butterflies take off in my stomach as our eyes lock and his darken. Licking my lips that have suddenly gone dry, his eyes drop to my mouth and his jaw clenches. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He stands abruptly and moves past me out the room quickly, letting the door close behind him with a swoosh without another word. “What the fuck was that?” I ask the door, gaining no reply—not that I need one. I know exactly what that was; I just have no idea what to do with it. Dillon has always acted professional with me. There has never been a time that I’ve seen him look at me like he’s interested, but the look in his eyes a moment ago was primal and not one an engaged man should give another woman, or a boss should give his employee, ever. Shaking off the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I finish changing out my bag then leave the room and make my way through the casino and into the lobby. Not finding Dillon inside, I head outside to the area the cabs and limos pick up and drop off, and spot him standing with a group of people. I’m not surprised he’s surrounded by a gaggle of women and a couple of men. He tends to draw attention wherever he goes, and it’s something else that annoys me. I hate being the center of attention, and I don’t really like people who need it to feel important. Needing a minute to get my head together, I stop a few feet away and tuck my clutch under my arm. “Where you going, gorgeous? ‘Cause wherever it is, I’m there,” a drunk guy, who can’t be much older than twenty-one, slurs, stumbling up to me. His clothes are rumpled, his hair in disarray, and if he wasn’t such a mess, he’d be cute. But sadly, sloppy drunk works for no one. Ignoring him, I untuck my purse, open it, and pull out my cell phone, knowing better than to engage with men like him in his current state. “So you’re to good for me?” he slurs, snatching my cell out of my hand, and my eyes fly up. “Give me my phone,” I say evenly, holding out my hand, and his eyes travel the length of me and his face scrunches up. “Ho here thinks she’s too good for me.” “Mike, come on. Give her the phone and let’s go,” someone says off to the side, but I keep my eyes on Mike, with my palm out toward him. My dad insisted I take martial arts with Jax when I was little. I hated it; I wanted to be a ballerina, not a ninja, but he was adamant about me being able to protect myself. Over the years, the skills I learned back then have come in handy, like now, when all I really want to do is kick the crap out of Mike but know better. One of the first things I was forced to learn was control, to never lose my temper. The second thing I learned was to keep my eyes on my enemy at all times. I was never really good at either, but I still got a black belt in the end. “Mike,” I say softly, taking a step toward him. “I’m going to ask you nicely, once, to give me my phone. If you don’t, I swear to God I will unleash the Kraken, kick your ass in front of your friends, and send you home crying to your mother.” Laughing, he looks around then his eyes widen as they move behind me. I really, really want to know what he’s looking at, but I refuse to turn my head and give in. “Give her the phone.” The deep rumble of Dillon’s voice sends a chill down my spine. I’ve only heard him pissed a few times, and I know he’s pissed right now without even looking at him. “I… I… w-was just playin’ man,” Mike stutters out, tossing my phone toward me. Missing my hands and causing my phone to crash to the ground, and my nostrils to flare as it shatters at my feet. “Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. I’m sorry.” He drops to his knees and begins gathering the pieces of what used to be my phone then tries to get up, but falls face forward into my crotch, causing me to stumble back. “I can’t believe this shit,” Dillon grumbles, catching me before I fall, then tugs me out of the way as Mike’s friends decide to finally step in and pick him up from the ground. “You had to wear that outfit.” “You can not be serious right now?” I hiss, swinging my head back and finding him glaring down at me. “Deadly.” “Let me go.” I try to get free, but his hand on my waist tightens as his eyes leave mine. Swinging my head in the other direction, I find one of Mike’s friends standing a few feet away with my phone, looking anywhere but at us, and Mike off to the side, puking in a trashcan. “Let me go,” I repeat, and his arm tightens for a moment before he finally lets me loose. I really want to scream or throw a fit, but instead, I calmly take my clutch and open it, holding it out toward the guy and letting him dump the now useless pieces inside. “You need to get him some Gatorade and toast,” I tell him, nodding toward Mike. “Um, yeah sure. Than…” his words taper off, and the smile that was forming on his lips slides away as he looks over my shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I watch him turn quickly and go to Mike to help carry him away, feeling Dillon get close once more. “Limo’s waiting,” he mutters, placing his hand against my lower back, making me tense. “I’m not going.” I try to step away, but his hand slides around my waist, bringing my side into his middle. “You are.” “I’m not.” “You are,” he growls, leaning forward, close… way too close. “Fine, you want me there? I’ll go, but just so you know, I plan on getting completely wasted, so you have just become my chaperone for the evening.” “You’re not getting drunk.” “Wasted, not drunk. And you better make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” I pat his chest, ignoring his flashing eyes. With that, I step out of his grasp and start toward the line of limos then turn to look over my shoulder at him, realizing I have no clue which one to go to. Smirking, he crosses his arms over his chest and raises a brow. “What’s wrong, blondie? Confused?” His mocking tone and the look of triumph in his eyes does it. I turn on my heels and head to one of the limos with the driver standing outside leaning against it. The moment the driver spots me coming in his direction, his back leaves the car and his eyes rake over me, making my teeth snap together. “Can I help you, Miss?” “Ashlyn Mayson, get your ass back here,” Dillon snarls behind me, making my palm itch to smack him. “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I thought you said this was our limo.” I fake pout, turning to look at him and tossing my head to the side for good measure. “Christ, you drive me fucking insane.” He walks to where I’m standing, tagging my hand, and then starts to drag me with him, grumbling under his breath. “You know all I want in this whole wide world is to make you happy, pumpernickel,” I whine, batting my lashes while watching his jaw tic. Leading me toward another limo with a driver holding the back door open, he growls, “Behave.” “I swear I’ll be your good girl from now on if you don’t spank me,” I stage-whisper, and his hand spasms in mine as a smirk forms on his lips. “You don’t behave, I’ll bend you over and tan your ass right here.” His words ring through my ears, making my insides liquid, and then I hear the sound of a male chuckle as I’m gently forced into the back seat of the dark limo before I can reply. “You’re such a jerk,” I hiss, adjusting my skirt as I move across the leather seats. “You started the show we put on. I just ended it,” he mutters, sitting down across from me and unbuttoning his suit jacket. “You started it with the whole ‘blondie’ thing.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Can we not do this tonight? Can we get along for one damn evening?” “You tell me. I’m not the one who’s bossy and annoying all the damn time.” “No, you’re just crazy.” “Crazy?” I snort, and his lips twitch ever so slightly. “I’m not crazy.” “Babe, you told that kid you were going to unleash the Kraken on him then went on to tell his friends to get him Gatorade and toast. You’re the definition of crazy.” He may have a point, but instead of agreeing with him, I turn my head to look out the window and watch the city of Las Vegas slide by. ~*~*~ “Turn it off. Turn it off,” I croon sleepily as my hand sweeps out in the direction of the noise blaring from the alarm, missing it over and over as the beeping continues to torture me. “Jesus, shut that shit off.” An arm comes from around me, and silence fills the room as my body freezes and my eyes spring open, only to close again when the room spins. “Oh, God, why are you in my bed?” I hiss, trying to calm my stomach that feels like it’s getting ready to empty. “You’re in my bed,” Dillon grumbles, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling my ass back into the crook of his thighs. “Why am I in your bed?” I breathe as bits and pieces from last night flash through my mind, and none of them are good. None of them at all. “You wanted to cuddle.” He buries his face in my neck then moves his hand up to cup my breast. I know I don’t have any clothes on when I feel the hair from his thighs tickle mine and his finger runs over my nipple. Oh, God. A memory of me telling him we have so much in common while we both got naked for bed fills my mind, and then another one pops in and my hand flies up to my face. I force my eyes open, trying to focus, and see it there—the small, plain, white-gold band from the memory of him sliding it on my finger. “We got married?” I shout, pulling his hand from my breast. “We got married,” he agrees, not sounding upset, but instead, almost proud. “Oh shit!” I fly out of the bed and trip over our clothes scattered across the floor, feeling him catch me right before I land on my face. “Ash, calm down.” “Calm down? Calm down? Are you insane? We got married last night. Married, Dillon. I got married to a man who is engaged to another woman!” I yell, then cover my mouth. “Oh, God, I’m going to hell. I’m so going to hell for this.” “I’m not engaged,” he says calmly, giving me a shake. “I know your fiancée!” I screech, attempting to get away from him, only to have him hold me tighter. “I’m not fucking with Isla. Now stop with the crazy.” “You’re not with her?” I stop, and he runs a hand through his hair. “No,” he states, holding my stare, and my body uncoils just slightly. “Fine, I’m not going to hell.” I move away from him and resume pacing. “We need to find an attorney. I saw loads of advertisements on the strip. We’ll get one and get this taken care of. It’s no big deal. People get married in Vegas everyday then get divorced. We will just be one of the ninety percent,” I ramble while pacing. “We are not getting an annulment.” “Annulment, right.” I snap my fingers. “That’s even better. No one has to know about this.” “Listen to me.” He grabs onto my shoulders, giving me a shake, and my eyes focus on his. “We are not getting an annulment, or divorced. We got married and are staying that way.” “Oh, God, you were drugged.” I rest my hands against his chest and drop my voice, “Don’t worry. We’ll go to the hospital and they’ll give you something. Once you’re better, this will all be taken care of.” “Jesus Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, tilting his head back to look toward the ceiling. “I’m married to a nut.” “Hey, that’s not nice.” I plant my hands on my hips. His head drops, his eyes scan the length of me, and I realize I’m naked… that we’re both completely naked. “Dillon.” I take a step back when his eyes meet mine, and his arms swing toward me. “What are you doing?” I shriek, sidestepping him, only to stumble onto the bed, where I attempt to roll. But he flips me to my back, his giant body moving between my legs, and his hands pin my wrists to the mattress over my head. Panting, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes. “We are not getting a divorce,” he snarls, leaning down so his face is mere centimeters from mine. “Be rational.” I lift my hips and my arms, trying to throw him off. “You’re obviously on—” Before I can say more, his head descends and his mouth is covering mine, stealing my breath along with my soul. The feel of his lips, the taste of him on my tongue, ignites something deep inside of me, and I kiss him back with everything I am. Ripping my mouth from his, I pant, “Please let me go.” “No.” The word sounds almost primal, and I lean up, placing my mouth back against his. “Please, I want to touch you.” Groaning, his hands release my wrists, and my palms fly to his chest and slide up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me as my legs wrap around the back of his thighs. He kisses me again, this time using his tongue and teeth to torture me in the most beautiful way possible. “How is it possible you taste as good as you look?” he questions, pulling back, but I have no answer for him. He tastes amazing and having him covering me, his hardness pressing against my softness, is making my brain short-circuit. Palming my breast, he slides his thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jerk forward. Rolling us again, he settles me on top of him, palms both my breasts, and then leans up, pulling my right nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “When did you get these?” he questions, flicking the tip with his tongue. “When I was thirteen.” I smile, and he smiles back then moves to my other breast, doing the same, only sucking harder, almost punishing. “When?” he asks again, and I know he’s asking about my nipple piercings. I got them with my cousin April a few years back. I wanted a piercing, but needed to be able to look professional to the outside world, so I got both my nipples done with simple, almost elegant-looking gold barbells. “Three years ago,” I breathe as he tweaks the tiny piece of metal. “Before me.” “What?” I try to focus, but every time he touches me, my body gets hotter and my focus depletes. Grabbing my hips, he tugs me forward, dragging my wet center along his length. “Soaked.” He nips my nipple then wraps his hand into the hair at the back of my head, taking control of my movements as he pulls my mouth to his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. Lost in his kiss and the feel of him between my legs, so close to where I need and want him, I squeak when he flips us over and slides down my body, not giving me a chance to think as his mouth covers me. “Dillon.” My hands move through his hair and my hips lift off the bed, offering myself up to him without thinking about anything but the way his tongue, lips, and teeth feel as he fucks me with his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant, feeling my toes curl into the bedding and my hands grip his hair. The touch of his finger rimming just the inside of my entrance sends me over, shouting his name as I go. Feeling him kiss my inner thigh then my belly, over my breasts then shoulder, I come back to myself lazily. “Tell me you want me.” Looking into my eyes while his hand moves between my legs and his fingers slide though my folds, I know I’ll give him anything. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.” “I want you,” I hiss, feeling the very large head of his cock at my entrance, and then watch his eyes drop between us before my eyes do the same, and I know I need to tell him. “I—” Oh, God, too late… way too late. I bite my lip as he fills me, stretching me. “Tight, so goddamn tight.” He pushes in farther and his jaw clenches. “Hold on. Please, hold on,” I breathe, and his body stills above me as his eyes search mine. “What’s wrong?” “I just need a minute.” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like an idiot. “Baby.” His fingers slide along my jaw and cheekbone, into my hair. “Do you want to stop?” he asks gently, making tears sting my nose. “God, no.” He feels good, so good. But he’s huge, way bigger than any of my toys. “You’re just big. So big.” I wiggle my hips and he hisses out a breath, grabbing my waist. “Don’t say that shit when I’m inside of you,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “I have to tell you something, but please don’t be mad.” “Christ, what now?” He pulls back, gritting his teeth. “Stop being a jerk and let me talk.” I smack his shoulder and he looks down at me, thrusting in another inch. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” “What?” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slides in a little more. “If it’s going to piss me off, I don’t want to know.” He slides out then back in, and my back arches off the bed as his thick cock fills every inch of me. “You’re such a dick!” I cry out as he tosses my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust. “I don’t give a fuck about that either.” He drops his mouth, covering mine and stealing my reply—not that I have time to think about that as his mouth leisurely travels down my neck to my breast, which he pulls and sucks until I’m once again shouting his name and hearing mine groaned from his lips as we both come. 
Michelle's review
 Until Ashlyn by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Fabulous!! I absolutely love this family. With each book I fall more in love with these characters and their stories. This book belongs to Ashlyn. One drunken night in Vegas leaves her married to her jerk of a boss Dillon. Her very hot boss. One who has had feelings for her for a while and used the trip to trick her into being roommates. Once she lets her guard down her true feelings for him come out. Until Ashlyn has a great story. Wonderful characters, hot scenes, danger and mystery. I read it in one sitting, like the other books in this series once I started I just couldn't stop. I'm addicted to these characters and just can't seem to get enough. Wonderful absolutely wonderful!
About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website: http://aurorarosereynolds.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Aurora-Rose-Reynolds Twitter: https://twitter.com/auroraroseR Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1pzLVIO Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/creynoldsauthor/ 
“Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder looking more beautiful than ever standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won't be a mistake he ever makes again.”
Wide Open Spaces by Aurora Rose Reynolds is LIVE! NOW AVAILABLE! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2bB0Ejm Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2brZOcH iBooks: http://apple.co/2bRE1rI Nook: http://bit.ly/2bwDc8e Kobo: http://bit.ly/2c0MloI 
Blurb
That moment your life changes. That moment that changes your life. That moment you love someone more than you love yourself. That was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare. A wide-open space that would forever be empty. There are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found him waiting for me. When Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her ten-year-old son. Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder, looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won't be a mistake he ever makes again. Some things never change and love is one of them. 
Excerpt
“Then why did you marry her?” I ask, wondering if I’m really ready to go there with him, but it’s too late to change my mind. The question is out, and as much as I don’t want to know the answer, I need to know the answer. “I wanted my kids to have what I didn’t. I believed that, with time, we could find a way to be happy.” “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this,” I say, changing my mind as nausea and jealousy turn my stomach. “You loved your ex, baby. I know you did. I didn’t have that. I wanted it but never had it with her or anyone else since you.” “Please stop.” Feeling tears burn the back of my eyes for him, I close them tight. Max and I were happy and in love in the beginning, and I hate knowing Zach never had that… the kids didn’t see or feel that. “I wish my past didn’t hurt you so much. I’m sorry for hurting you the way I have. If I could take your pain away, I would.” He gathers me against him and tucks my head under his chin. “As sad as it makes me, I wish you would have had that with her or someone else,” I say, and his arms tighten so much that my lungs compress. “I don’t,” he growls. “What?” I wheeze, and he loosens his grip just enough for me to take a breath. “I don’t want to think about what would have happened if I had been with her or someone else when you came back. I don’t want to face that demon inside of me that knows what I would have done.” “Zach—” “I’ve been in love with you for almost eighteen years. I carried your missing pieces around inside me for that long, Shelby. I know it would have made me an asshole, but there is only one you. You’re the only place I’ve ever called home.” His voice is thick with emotion, and that wound inside of me fills up a little bit more. I hate his words, but a part of me is relieved he feels that way, that he feels so deeply for me. “There’s been a wide open space inside me since we placed Samuel and I left you behind. But, from the moment I came back, it’s slowly been filling up.” He goes quiet at my words. Several moments pass before he speaks again. “One day, that space will be full. I swear, with everything I have in me, I will make sure it’s overflowing and that you never feel empty again.”  Wide Open Spaces by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Everything I knew it would be! Another great book by Aurora, one thing you know for sure is that you are going to get a great story and this one is beautiful. It's a wonderful second chance book that will break your heart only to mend it back again. Zach and Shelby along with their kids are wonderful characters who you want to dig in and read more about. The story was one for the record books and the writing is fabulous. I can't wait for the next book I am already getting my Kleenex ready.
About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest GIVEAWAY $50 Amazon Gift Card 
The Boom is real!
Meet June & Evan in Until June ! Now available! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1T8B4ns Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1TRbaVd iBooks: http://apple.co/1rZwlt2 Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1QNOL4n Kobo: http://bit.ly/1sH7ivA 
Blurb
June Mayson and Evan Barrister’s whirlwind courtship resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the beautiful life they can have together, he’s unwilling to let her go. June promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her feelings for Evan—that is until she’s served with divorce papers while he’s overseas and she’s forced to let him go. Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if she knows she’s liable to get hurt once again? Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before they ever have a shot? 
Excerpt 1
Seeing Evan again is taking a toll on me, I can’t sleep and my mind is in a constant state of turmoil. I wake up in the middle of the night from dreams of us. The memories of him, of us are too much. Some memories have the ability to heal. The ability to light up the dark because the beauty of the memory is so bright you’re still able to bask in it. But the memories of us are killing me slowly. They remind me that for one moment I had everything while reminding me it’s gone. It’s the realization that we’re done that’s killing me. The realization that I can see him but can’t touch him that he exist but he’s not mine is agonizing. 
Excerpt 2
He’s beautiful his body is a work of art I want to touch him, I want to know what It feels like to have his bearded face against my delicate skin, I want to know if the rough edges I now see are smooth to the touch. “June.” My name in his course tone gets my attention but when our eyes meet its not anger he’s looking at me with, its raw, powerful, hungry possessiveness. Book Trailer <iframe src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/167496949?autoplay=1&color=ff9933&title=0&portrait=0" width="640" height="360" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen allowfullscreen></iframe> Share link: https://vimeo.com/167496949  Until June by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Until June What a great addition to a wonderful series. I absolutely love the Maysons! And Evan fits right it. Not only is he a hot controlling alpha, he has a heart of gold and wants to right his wrongs. He and June were married before until he pushed her away. Now he realizes that he made a horrible mistake and wants her back. June needs protecting and Evan is just the one to do it. Can they get past the past and move forward? These are some of my favorite characters ever, I have fallen in love with each and every one of them. The stories are wonderful and the writing is fantastic! The way the author tells the story you feel as though your in the story too, like you are part of the book. I get lost with them and totally feel as though I do actually know them and they are just characters in a book. Thank you Aurora for another fantastic book! Can't wait for the next one.
About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website: http://aurorarosereynolds.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Aurora-Rose-Reynolds Twitter: https://twitter.com/auroraroseR Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1pzLVIO Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/creynoldsauthor/ |
Archives
January 2019
Categories
All
|
RSS Feed
