Book Details:
Title: Keep Me
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 28th
2014
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…
Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream.....Hot Damn it certainly is.
We meet Marcus, playboy of all playboys and Tessa, sweet single mum with a dark past who she wants to forget and move on. With Tessa now back in her home town, she now wants to move on eith a fresh start to provide a better life for her and son Luca.
When Tessa starts her new employment, she crosses paths with Marcus who works alongside her agency for his modelling career. As time goes by Tessa discovers she must reconnect with long list friend Riley, who is Marcus's older sister.
With encounters of reconnecting with Marcus and Riley, you feel the chemistry between Tessa & Marcus, full of angst and untold confessions.
A time goes by, you get the feeling that undenible chemistry cannot be avoided and something must be done about it!
With dual point of view throughout, you receive an understanding from both sides to their stories, overlapping to receive a better insight of each situation as it unfolded.
Overall an enjoyable read full of tragedy, unspoken feelings, love, heartbreak and one sexy hot ass tattooed guy on a bike!
3.5-4 Stars
I rocked Luca to sleep
while listening to the peaceful sounds of Marcus and my old guitar downstairs.
Holding my son close to my chest I silently sobbed, wishing my life could have
been different—good, like right now. Instead, I was all screwed up, jaded and
broken, with no foreseeable way to fix it.
Nights like this
reminded me how I’d wanted things to
be, how they should be. They reminded me how unfair life could be, too. Why did
Luca’s father have to be such a hateful bastard? Why did I allow him to ruin my
idea of a happily ever after? And why, for the life of me, did I feel like I
was losing control again? Forget that Marcus and I shouldn’t be. . .dabbling. . .the way we were. We were
having fun, maybe even more. I loved the idea of dating someone, especially
someone I knew wouldn’t hurt me, but Zack had left me incapable of trust. I
gave it all to him, even when I didn’t trust myself to do so, and it was the stupidest, most dangerous, mistake
ever. Thankfully an angel came out of it, but that was all I had to show for
years of taking Zack’s shit and never saying anything about it. That and the
tears that just couldn’t stop themselves from flowing right now.
When the tiny mouth
around Luca’s thumb slackened and his hand fell from his face, I knew he was
out for the count. I stood carefully so as not to wake him while transitioning
him to his crib. After closing the door behind me, I went into the bathroom to
compose myself.
“He is nothing like
Zack, Tessa. He’s a friend. It’s okay to relax and have a good time.” Great! Now I talk to myself! But my
little pep talk was just what I needed to rid my mind of ugly memories and
hurtful pasts. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the company of an old
friend and allowing him to make me feel good. I wiped the tears from my face,
reapplied a little bronzer for color, swished some mouthwash around, and
followed the intoxicating music that was the elixir to my wounds.
“Hey, what’s that?” I
asked as I hopped off the last step, got rid of my melancholy mood, and made my
way toward him. Was there anything sexier
than a hot, tattooed, muscle-bulging man playing a guitar?
“Ever heard the
Lumineers?”
“Yes, but not this
one.”
“Reminds me of you.
It’s called Classy Girls.”
As he sang with a
raspy, soft voice about a man trying to pick up a ‘classy’ girl in a bar, the
little reserve I had left started to melt away. I take it back. . .there is something sexier than a hot, tattooed,
muscle-bulging man playing a guitar. And that would be a hot, tattooed,
muscle-bulging man playing a guitar while singing an adorable song that reminds him of me!
I listened and felt my
cheeks warm, then gave in to the huge smile making its way across my face as
the pace of the song picked up and he really got into it. His arms flexed, his
fingers danced across the strings, and his eyes focused on me when he sang, “something
drew me closer to her lips.” The rest of the lyrics passed by with no
significance until Marcus strummed the final note and I realized that the guy
in the song never actually got to kiss the so-called classy girl.
I applauded and asked,
“And why does that remind you of me?”
He laid the guitar on
the couch beside him and relaxed against the back cushions. “Because he wants
her so bad, but they just don’t fit.”
His words were a
surprise. Did Marcus want me ‘so
bad?’ And although I knew why, was it so obvious that we were the worst
possible match for each other?
With nothing to say in
response, I leaned over him and lifted the guitar. When I played a familiar
chord, I basked in the sensation of how good those forgotten strings felt
underneath the skin of my fingertips. The first song that came to mind was a
new one by Phillip Phillips. I fell in love with his music during his stint on American Idol and downloaded his album
to iTunes as soon as it was released. Not only did it prove to be right up my
alley, but the track I was about to play made me hopeful that I’d feel this way
about someone…one day. I didn’t want to admit that Marcus made me hopeful, but this was the first step in
allowing myself to trust him.
I gave in to the urge
to take the leap and just started to play. I fumbled with the difficulty of the
chords and I hadn’t sung in front of anyone in. . .forever, but just like the
words of the song, Marcus made it so easy.
I poured my heart out through shaky vocals and rusty strumming, never looking
up at him to register how he felt. When I was almost done, I felt a pang of
regret for speaking these words to him, even if they weren’t my own, but it was
too late for that, wasn’t it?
With the last chord, I
kept my eyes closed, afraid to face him.
He pulled at the guitar
and I released my grip. His touch was strong yet gentle at my cheek. When I
opened my eyes Marcus looked at me with emotion that I imagined was foreign to
him. This was so different from lust or desire. “Tessa, that was. . .you’re so.
. .do you know what you’re doing to me?”
I desperately wanted to
know, but I was also too scared to hear the words. Go figure! I could sing him a song about falling hard, but I
couldn’t admit that that’s what was happening.
Before I had the chance
to be embarrassed or to even think, his lips were on mine, taking control of my
brain and the rest of my body.
I gave in to the parts
of me that wanted this, ignoring the parts that were telling me it was wrong,
or too soon, or just plain stupid. I remembered the word I used earlier to
describe what we were doing to Marcus—fun.
If I just kept convincing myself that that’s all it was, no one would get hurt.
Right?
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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