Friday, October 21, 2016

Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Forsaken by Sierra Kincade



Forsaken
By Sierra Kincade
Publisher: InterMix (October 18, 2016)
Publication Date: October 18, 2016
Sold by: Penguin Group (USA) LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B01COJUELO

MATURE AUDIENCE

His job is to find her, not to fall for her…

Marsella Talent has been on the run for two years, ever since her father thrust a ledger into her hands and told her to run from the police swarming their family restaurant. Now, with the cops and her father’s men desperate to get their hands on the book, she knows she can never go home.

Jake never thought he’d see Marsella again, not after he helped her escape the night of the sting operation targeting her father, August Talent. So when he stumbles upon a mysterious woman named Cassie, the spitting image of Marsella, he knows he has to gain her trust to finally make up for the mistake he made years ago.

Only the closer he gets to her, the more irresistible he finds her. And soon he realizes he’ll have to make a choice—prove his loyalty by getting back the ledger, or save the woman that he’s growing to love…


“Kincade delivers.”—Beth Kery, New York Times bestselling author of the Because You Are Mine series

“A taut, erotic thriller.”—Library Journal (starred review)


“Full of pleasant surprises.”—Publishers Weekly

She expected him to reach for her, to walk around the small, round table and kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. There was obvious chemistry between them, even if they were opposite in so many ways. He had to feel it. That’s why he was here, why he’d stayed, instead of moving on to Cincinnati.
But he was waiting.
It hit her then. He was waiting for her.
Doubts and insecurities fell aside, burned away by the steady heat building in her veins. It didn’t matter that she didn’t normally do this kind of thing, or that he shouldn’t have even been there, or that she didn’t know him well enough to know if he was trustworthy. She wanted to kiss him. Even if it was just once.
She slid out of the chair and stepped around the table, becoming acutely aware of how big he was, and how much she had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. She lifted her hand, palm hovering over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body even an inch away.
Still, he waited.
She placed her hand on him, feeling more connection with that simple touch than she ever had with Nick. Her fingers flattened over his sternum, dragging lower to where she could feel the heavy pound of his heart. Lower, to where she could feel the rise and fall of his abs through the textured material.
Part of her had known it would come to this. Why else had she agreed to bring him to the loft? She wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the security that came with him leaving, so that she never had to really let him in.
He lifted one hand toward her cheek.
“Wait,” she said.
He stopped.
“Can I just . . . for a second?” she asked.
His hand lowered. She didn’t know what exactly she’d meant. She wanted to touch his body, just for a little while, without worrying what he was thinking, or what she should have done next, or how she felt beneath him.
She wanted to stay in control, so that later, she could tell him to go.
Her other hand joined the first, flattening over his stomach. The muscles jumped beneath her touch, his breath catching. The reaction sparked her nerves, and a strange greedy hunger built inside her. She’d done that to him. And he’d liked it.
Easing closer, her hands roamed over his chest, over the swell of his pecs, to his shoulders, and then around the hard muscles of his upper arms. He didn’t move, holding perfectly still as she made her way down to his forearms, and then his hands.
Again he reached for her, but she jerked back, and he stopped. With a small smile, he lifted his arms, clasping his hands behind his neck. It was a move of frustration, but also compliance, and when she said, “Leave them there,” his eyes went dark, and he nodded.
Gently, she pushed him back, until he was seated again in the chair. The bend in his arms showed off his biceps nicely, and when she stepped closer, between his knees, his shoulders flexed in a way that made her nipples tighten, and the deepest part of her clench with need.
She touched his jaw, and he leaned, slightly, into her hand. The stubble was rough against her fingers, and her breath came faster as she imagined it against her lips, and her breasts, and her stomach.
“Close your eyes,” she said. Then added, “Please.”
He did as she asked. With his eyes closed, she felt freer to look at him. To touch his face and neck. To press her fingers to the pulse in his throat, and trail her thumb over his ear. His hair was thick and soft, and she threaded her hands through the loose knot in the back, held in place by a rubber band. She was close now, close enough that his knees pressed against her hips, and the dark, masculine scent of him made her dizzy.
It felt intrusive, touching him this way. Too intimate for two people who didn’t know each other. It was strange, and forbidden, and more erotic than anything she’d ever done in her life.
Her fingertips brushed over his lips, and he opened his mouth and caught her thumb between his teeth. She shuddered, a hard breath escaping her throat. His tongue slid along the pad of her finger, a light challenge that had her leaning closer, hips pressing to his, finding him hard and straining against his jeans.
Eyes open, she leaned in, and pressed her lips against his.




Sierra Kincade lives in the Midwest with her husband and son. When she’s not writing naughty books, she loves eating chocolate cupcakes, binge-watching cable series, and singing loudly in the car. She wholeheartedly believes that love stories are real, and you should never choose a partner who doesn’t make you laugh.


- Winner will receive a $25.00 Barnes & Noble Gift Card.
- 3 Winners will receive an E-Copy of Forsaken by Sierra Kincade.