Release Day Review
Tough Enough
{Tall, Dark & Dangerous #2}
by
M. Leighton
M. Leighton
~ Synopsis ~
From the author of the New York Times bestselling
Bad Boys novels comes the second book in a dark, sexy contemporary trilogy.
He’s a
fighter who never loses, but is he tough enough to win her heart?
There was a time when I had everything–a wonderful
family, a bright future. Love. But all that was taken away in a single night,
torn from me like flesh from bone. Since then, I’ve hidden away in my
second-choice job as a makeup artist. But I prefer it that way, actually. I’m
comfortable in the shadows, where no one can see my scars.
Kiefer Rogan literally took my breath away the moment I
met him. MMA champion-turned-actor, notorious playboy, charming to a fault—he’s
everything I vowed to avoid.
But he just wouldn’t stop until I opened up and let him
in. Maybe I should’ve tried harder to resist him. Maybe I shouldn’t have fallen
in love with him. Because I, of all people, know that everyone has secrets.
Scars. And that they’re usually ugly and painful and destructive to the people
we love most.
I just never guessed that they could be deadly, too.
~ Excerpt ~
His eyes don’t meet mine as I watch him. He
seems oblivious to my scrutiny, in fact. His attention is focused on the small
triangle between my legs.
I throb when he licks his lips, my muscles clenching as though his tongue touched me.
I hold my breath as he leans forward to press a single kiss to the space between my navel and the top of my aching folds. My mouth drops open on a silent moan when his tongue sneaks out to flick and tease me all the way down to my crease. Air leaves my lungs in a hot rush when he dips it inside, laving my clit with the pointed tip of his tongue.
“Ugh.” I can’t help the sound that escapes. I can’t hold it in for one more second.
As he massages me, Rogan runs his palms up the insides of my thighs, urging me to spread them for him. So I do, opening me up to more of his fiery mouth. He licks me in long strokes, nearing my entrance, but not giving me the satisfaction of feeling him there.
Just when I’m beginning to feel frustrated, with his tongue still licking at my clit, Rogan eases a single, long finger into me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. He pulls out slowly then slides back in with two fingers this time. My lids drift closed as he thrusts into me, in and out, each stroke a little harder and a little deeper than the one before. Faster and higher he pushes me until I’m riding the edge of climax.
And then he stops.
I’m panting, my body tense and achy, as Rogan stands to his feet in front of me. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
With my wanting eyes glued to him, Rogan pulls his own T-shirt over his head. In the low light pouring through the door from the living room, his muscles flex like malleable bronze. My fingers tingle with the need to touch the satin skin covering them.
His biceps twitch and the ropy muscles of his forearms glide as he works the numerous buttons on his jeans. I can’t take my eyes away. As he bends to push them down his legs, I see his abs contract. And when he stands, straight and tall and naked before me, they relax and I see what lies south of them. He takes my breath away. Literally.
I feel lightheaded as I look over Rogan. I’ve never seen anything more perfect. I’ve seen a few bits and pieces, but the whole package . . . displayed all at once . . . just for me . . . it’s overwhelming.
With curious, reverent hands, I reach out to test the smooth skin of his broad chest, to cup his rounded pecs, to palm his rigid stomach. When I reach his hips, I drop down to my knees in front of him, amazed by the sheer beauty and size of him. His erection is as long and thick and strong as the rest of him. Straight and perfect.
Without thinking, I wind my fingers around his satiny length, reveling at the way it expands inside my grip. I see a drop of fluid appear on the crown and I lean forward to capture it with the tip of my tongue, wanting to taste him like he tasted me. When I hear the hiss of his breath, I look up in question.
“Maybe you should save that for later. This has been a long time coming.” His grin is crooked and charming and . . . Rogan. All Rogan.
Rogan moves so fast that he startles me, so I yip when he bends to scoop me up and throw me onto the bed. A laugh bubbles up in my throat and I set it free.
Rogan puts a knee on the end of the bed and crawls slowly up the mattress toward me. Like a predator. A beautiful, heart-stopping predator.
His lips are curved in a smile that makes my insides quiver. When he reaches me where I’m half-lying with my legs curled up toward me, he grabs my ankles and yanks gently, pulling me to him and spreading my thighs wide at the same time. I suppress the excited squeal and lie back to see what he does next.
His eyes are dark with passion. I’d never know they were green, they’re so smoky with what’s between us. “Now, where was I?” he asks me, his gaze boring hotly into mine before he bends his head to bury it between my legs.
With pressure from his hands, Rogan bends my knees and pushes them apart, exposing me fully to his ravenous mouth. He licks and strokes me with his tongue. He kisses and thrills me with his lips.
He brings one hand up, spreading me wide with his fingers so he can suck my clit into his mouth. I cry out in some feral sound that I’ve never made before. I can’t help myself. It’s a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
With my flesh in his mouth, Rogan flicks his tongue over it until my hips move against his face. I spiral upward, mindless and completely out of control.
I throb when he licks his lips, my muscles clenching as though his tongue touched me.
I hold my breath as he leans forward to press a single kiss to the space between my navel and the top of my aching folds. My mouth drops open on a silent moan when his tongue sneaks out to flick and tease me all the way down to my crease. Air leaves my lungs in a hot rush when he dips it inside, laving my clit with the pointed tip of his tongue.
“Ugh.” I can’t help the sound that escapes. I can’t hold it in for one more second.
As he massages me, Rogan runs his palms up the insides of my thighs, urging me to spread them for him. So I do, opening me up to more of his fiery mouth. He licks me in long strokes, nearing my entrance, but not giving me the satisfaction of feeling him there.
Just when I’m beginning to feel frustrated, with his tongue still licking at my clit, Rogan eases a single, long finger into me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. He pulls out slowly then slides back in with two fingers this time. My lids drift closed as he thrusts into me, in and out, each stroke a little harder and a little deeper than the one before. Faster and higher he pushes me until I’m riding the edge of climax.
And then he stops.
I’m panting, my body tense and achy, as Rogan stands to his feet in front of me. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
With my wanting eyes glued to him, Rogan pulls his own T-shirt over his head. In the low light pouring through the door from the living room, his muscles flex like malleable bronze. My fingers tingle with the need to touch the satin skin covering them.
His biceps twitch and the ropy muscles of his forearms glide as he works the numerous buttons on his jeans. I can’t take my eyes away. As he bends to push them down his legs, I see his abs contract. And when he stands, straight and tall and naked before me, they relax and I see what lies south of them. He takes my breath away. Literally.
I feel lightheaded as I look over Rogan. I’ve never seen anything more perfect. I’ve seen a few bits and pieces, but the whole package . . . displayed all at once . . . just for me . . . it’s overwhelming.
With curious, reverent hands, I reach out to test the smooth skin of his broad chest, to cup his rounded pecs, to palm his rigid stomach. When I reach his hips, I drop down to my knees in front of him, amazed by the sheer beauty and size of him. His erection is as long and thick and strong as the rest of him. Straight and perfect.
Without thinking, I wind my fingers around his satiny length, reveling at the way it expands inside my grip. I see a drop of fluid appear on the crown and I lean forward to capture it with the tip of my tongue, wanting to taste him like he tasted me. When I hear the hiss of his breath, I look up in question.
“Maybe you should save that for later. This has been a long time coming.” His grin is crooked and charming and . . . Rogan. All Rogan.
Rogan moves so fast that he startles me, so I yip when he bends to scoop me up and throw me onto the bed. A laugh bubbles up in my throat and I set it free.
Rogan puts a knee on the end of the bed and crawls slowly up the mattress toward me. Like a predator. A beautiful, heart-stopping predator.
His lips are curved in a smile that makes my insides quiver. When he reaches me where I’m half-lying with my legs curled up toward me, he grabs my ankles and yanks gently, pulling me to him and spreading my thighs wide at the same time. I suppress the excited squeal and lie back to see what he does next.
His eyes are dark with passion. I’d never know they were green, they’re so smoky with what’s between us. “Now, where was I?” he asks me, his gaze boring hotly into mine before he bends his head to bury it between my legs.
With pressure from his hands, Rogan bends my knees and pushes them apart, exposing me fully to his ravenous mouth. He licks and strokes me with his tongue. He kisses and thrills me with his lips.
He brings one hand up, spreading me wide with his fingers so he can suck my clit into his mouth. I cry out in some feral sound that I’ve never made before. I can’t help myself. It’s a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
With my flesh in his mouth, Rogan flicks his tongue over it until my hips move against his face. I spiral upward, mindless and completely out of control.
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~ Review ~
Another engaging read from
M. Leighton. She had me at the prologue
with this book and held me captive right till the very last word. I am a sucker for a damaged alpha male that
is worthy of redemption but in this case we also get a damaged female character
who is pulled from within herself to find that she is indeed “tough enough”.
Reminded of her past ever
day upon looking in the mirror Katie has cocooned herself into her life only
letting few people in and keeping mostly to herself. Who needs a man when the one you loved broke
you in more ways than imaginable.
Rogan is looking to get some
work in and to keep a low profile and what better place to do that than in a
backwoods area of Georgia. But meeting
Katie gives him another job to do. He is on a mission to impress her and find
out what lies beneath her shy exterior.
Loved the premise of the
story and the methodical way in which it was delivered. Rogan was swoon worthy from the start and I
found myself blushing right along with Katie.
The girl had no chance against Rogan and his powers of persuasion or would
that be seduction.
This book will make you
feel. Feel for the characters and with
the characters. It will take you on a
journey of self-discovery, self-appreciation and deliver you to the warm
embrace of love. I loved the give and
take between Katie and Rogan. He was
respectful of her insecurities and was careful not to ask for too much too
soon. I like that she grew to feel
comfortable around Rogan and would engage him in conversation even flirting
just a bit. Their chemistry simmered in
the background until they were ready to ignite the flame.
\As a fan of M. Leighton’s
work I was not surprised to find that she again delivered real, engaging, well
developed characters that pull you into the story and stay with you after you
have finished. Don’t miss this book or
this series for that matter. This is the second installment in the Tall, Dark
& Dangerous series, so there is an underlying story that runs through this
book from Strong Enough, Book 1. Do
yourself a favor and start from the beginning.
Why would you want to miss out on another book boyfriend?
~ Rating ~
See where it all began……..
Strong Enough
{Tall, Dark & Dangerous #1}
~ Synopsis ~
From the author of the New York Times bestselling Bad Boys novels comes the first in
a dark, sexy contemporary trilogy.
Is she strong enough to trust the most dangerous man she’s ever met? And is he strong enough to let her?
How would I describe myself? Well, I’m Muse Harper. I’m a twenty-something painter who loves red wine, quirky movies, and men with a fatal flaw. But that was before I met Jasper King. He became my fatal flaw. Eight months ago, I had a choice to make—abandon everything I’ve ever known to protect my family, or stay and risk someone getting hurt. I chose the former. My plan was working just fine until I found out my father had gone missing.
That’s when I met Jasper. A bounty hunter with the eyes of a tiger and the nose of a bloodhound, he was supposed to help me find my father. What I didn’t know was that meeting him was no accident. Hunting people isn’t all that Jasper does. And helping me was only part of his plan. I just wish I’d found out sooner, before my heart got involved. But even then, I don’t know if I’d have done things differently.
Now, I have another choice to make—trust the man that I’m falling in love with and hope that he’ll do the right thing, or run as far away from him as I can get.
~ Links to Buy ~
Is she strong enough to trust the most dangerous man she’s ever met? And is he strong enough to let her?
How would I describe myself? Well, I’m Muse Harper. I’m a twenty-something painter who loves red wine, quirky movies, and men with a fatal flaw. But that was before I met Jasper King. He became my fatal flaw. Eight months ago, I had a choice to make—abandon everything I’ve ever known to protect my family, or stay and risk someone getting hurt. I chose the former. My plan was working just fine until I found out my father had gone missing.
That’s when I met Jasper. A bounty hunter with the eyes of a tiger and the nose of a bloodhound, he was supposed to help me find my father. What I didn’t know was that meeting him was no accident. Hunting people isn’t all that Jasper does. And helping me was only part of his plan. I just wish I’d found out sooner, before my heart got involved. But even then, I don’t know if I’d have done things differently.
Now, I have another choice to make—trust the man that I’m falling in love with and hope that he’ll do the right thing, or run as far away from him as I can get.
~ Links to Buy ~
Amazon ** Barnes & Noble ** iBooks ** Kobo ** GooglePlay
Coming April 2016………
Brave Enough
{Tall, Dark & Dangerous #3}
{Tall, Dark & Dangerous #3}
~ Synopsis ~
He was the most
charismatic man I’d ever met. Strong, tough, brave. Bold as hell. Something
told me Tag Barton could have anything—anyone—he wanted...and he wanted me. It
didn’t matter that he was wrong for me in practically every way possible. It
didn’t matter that my father would hate it.
I couldn’t resist him. Even if I’d known who he really was and what he was really capable of.
When he suggested we pretend to be engaged, I thought he was the answer to all my problems. He wasn’t. And, in his wake, he left nothing but scorched earth and me, just another casualty of my father’s war.
Can I believe him now when he tells me he loves me? Or is he nothing more than a beautiful, breathtaking lie?
I couldn’t resist him. Even if I’d known who he really was and what he was really capable of.
When he suggested we pretend to be engaged, I thought he was the answer to all my problems. He wasn’t. And, in his wake, he left nothing but scorched earth and me, just another casualty of my father’s war.
Can I believe him now when he tells me he loves me? Or is he nothing more than a beautiful, breathtaking lie?
~ About the Author ~
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author M.
Leighton is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the
South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter.
Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle
finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary
fiction.
Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle
enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern
guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her latest
books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding
horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving
the cozy comfort of her office.
~ Connect with Michelle ~
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