Book Details:
Title: Keep Me
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 28th
2014
SYNOPSIS
Sexy,
tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely
worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s
got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s
friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of
his adolescent fantasies into reality.
Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she
is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for
herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties
with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend
Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how
he’s about to rock her world.
You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
TEASER
I didn’t feel like such a
“good girl” as I was grinding my ass into Marcus on the dance floor singing
along to Robin Thicke. But the lines were certainly becoming blurred and my
vision pretty hazy. This night was turning into a lot of fun. Marcus and I were having a lot of fun. Even if it
was becoming that kind of will-we-regret-this-tomorrow kind of fun.
“Hey sexy, need another drink?” The two of us halted our
inappropriate display to see Jenifer, the one with one ‘N’ not two as she
always had to correct, taking it all in.
“Nah, Jen we’re good. Right, sexy?”
Good was one word for it. So was intoxicated, plastered and
drunk-off-my-face. “Mmmhhhm. How ‘bout water?”
“Someone’s going to have a nasty hangover in the morning.”
Jenifer all but sang.
Dismissing Jen and her one ‘N,’ Marcus looped his arm around my
neck. “Yeah, not if I can help it. Come on, babe, let’s get you some water.”
Marcus ushered me back to our table with a protective grip.
He left me there to head to the bar and when I finally sat down,
things really started to spin. Like Tilt-a-Whirl at Coney Island spin. I took a
napkin and patted my face, leaning forward and trying to fight the nausea that
was making its way up.
“Here. Drink this. You don’t look too good.”
I glanced up, expecting to meet eyes with Marcus, but instead
was greeted by Seth, a design engineer at GX. “Thank you!” I blurted out before
gulping down the entire ice-cold contents of the glass and slamming it back
down on the table.
“You okay, Tessa? Need a ride home?”
Did I need a ride home? Hmm, something to ponder. I hadn’t been
with a man since…and come to think of it, Seth was pretty hot. Jesus, Tessa. Tame yourself. He’s trying to be a gentleman and you’re all
desperate and horny.
“No, I
think I’m okay. Nothing another glass of water won’t fix.”
Marcus appeared out of nowhere. “Well, then aren’t you glad I
brought you another, pretty girl? Thanks, Seth. I can take if from here.”
“Can you, Marcus? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure the
shots you were feeding her are what got her where she is right now.”
The two men stared at each
other as if a sparring match was about to start any second—a duel, a quarrel, a
showdown to prove whose goddamn water was better.
“Save it, Seth. I would never
do anything to hurt Tessa. She’s a friend. I’ve known her since I was a kid.”
And there it was. That was
sobering. No matter how much fun we were having out there pretending and
flirting, the truth was that I was just a friend.
Was I a moron to think that Marcus the Stud could really see me as anything
other than his older sister’s gal pal?
“You know what, Seth. I might
just take you up on that offer. Let me just grab my purse and…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up.
What just happened here?” Marcus’s eyes narrowed to slits as he appraised the
situation.
“You heard her, Marcus. She’s
ready to go home.”
“Shut up, Seth,” he said
without taking his eyes off mine. “We were having a good time. What’s the
matter? Did I do something wrong?”
“Nope, not at all. You’re my friend and friends should be allowed to have a good time together without
worrying about who the other goes home with. Right, friend?” I didn’t know why I was getting so bent out of shape. I
had no right to make it like we were anything more than friends, but for some
reason hearing Marcus call me that to a man who seemed interested in being more
than just friends. . .it just burned
my ass.
“Seth? Does the offer still
stand?”
Without speaking a response,
Seth reached for my hand and started to lead me toward the exit.
Until Marcus’s tattooed hand
clamped down on his shoulder. “Fat chance, fucko. I wouldn’t let her go home in
that condition with anyone. That wouldn’t make me a good friend at all. So goodnight, Seth. She’ll see you in the office on
Monday.”
“You two have issues. Hope
you make it home in one piece.” Seth turned away, his interest instantly caught
by the drink-toting Jenifer. And here I thought he was a gentleman. He was only
looking for someone to go home with.
I spun around, slightly
embarrassed. Okay. More like utterly mortified.
“What was that all about? You
really wanted to go home with that douche?”
I closed my eyes in an
attempt to collect my scattered thoughts, the ones that were sprinkled all
around me in a mess of confusion because of the man standing in front of me.
“Forget it, Marcus. I’m drunk and tired and I just want to go home. I’m calling
a cab.”
“First of all, please drink
this. Second of all, you’re not going home in a cab at this hour all alone.
Third of all, look at me.”
Look at him? Why? So he could
melt me again? Make me feel all these crazy, irrational things I wasn’t
supposed to be feeling about him? Without looking at him, I politely took the
water from his hands, drained the glass and then started toward the exit again.
This time alone.
As I stepped outside, the
fresh, crisp air of the spring night nipped at my bare shoulders and swayed in
my hair. I felt his hand at my waist.
“Wait, Tessa. Please. What
did I do?”
“Nothing! You did absolutely
nothing!” The alcohol was really making me seem bi-polar. I was suddenly angry
at all the nothing that was taking
place around us. He did nothing while making me feel a whole lot of something.
Marcus just stared at me as
my chest heaved. I was breathless and trying to regain some semblance of
normalcy. His gaze went from concerned to heated in an instantaneous rush of
something I simply couldn’t explain.
I stood with my back against
the brick wall of the club as Marcus wrapped his fingers in my hair and pinned
me back. Unable to move, unable to speak, I just waited. His lips crushed mine
with the most intense want I ever felt from a man. Maybe I was wrong about the
friend thing after all. Add blind and dumb to the list of things alcohol did to
me.
It felt like time had stopped
and the world ceased to spin as his tongue tasted mine and his lips worked
their magic. My body became one with the wall, my mouth and limbs controlled
only by Marcus’s touch. His tongue prowled inside of me, as if exploring and
discovering something for the very first time. His hands roamed—my face, my
arms, my chest and my hips. Our kiss grew more and more intense and the
delicious flicks of his skillful tongue had me on the brink of whimpering right
there on the sidewalk. Little Marcus Grayson was a fantastic kisser. Holy shit! I’m kissing Little Marcus
Grayson.
“Stop. We can’t.” I pulled
away, biting my lip. I didn’t exactly want
to stop, but it was probably the right thing to do.
“Oh my God, Tessa. You have
no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grey eyes sparkled with
satisfaction.
Huh?
“Seriously?”
His finger was at my lips
now, grazing the swollen flesh. “Seriously.”
ABOUT FAITH ANDREWS
Faith Andrews lives in New York
where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two
beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to
Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her
laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are
out there living one somewhere . . .
Website:
http://faithandrews.wordpress.com
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