TYLER (Inked Brotherhood, #2)
RELEASE PARTY AND GIVEAWAY!WELCOME to the Launch Party for TYLER (Inked Brotherhood, #2)!!! TYLER is a New Adult contemporary (erotic) romance by author Jo Raven. Itís book #2 in the Inked Brotherhood series (coming right after ASHER) ñ but can be read as a stand-alone title, as well. Weíre celebrating the release with giveaways of ebooks and gift cards on Jo Ravenís author page! Weíll be celebrating all day, so join us to read steamy excerpts and teasers from TYLER and for the chance to win electronic copies of Tyler, Asher and others!
SYNOPSISFour years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my brother Asher behind ñ since I shut out my past. And Erin. Four years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms. Iíve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed; trying to find an answer. But I think Iíve lost my way. Thereís no light at the end of the dark. No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. Iím a bastard ñ branded as such from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my pleasure and donít come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no happy endings. Yeah, Iím a bastard down to the bone and I donít give a damn. But now Iím back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen ñ back to make amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl Iíve ever wanted. Hope isnít a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago. Yet when she looks at me and says my name, I canít help but hope. This is book 2 in the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone work. No cliffhanger. The expected publication date is end July 2014, on all of your favorite e-book websites.
†EXCERPTìWhy?î I blurt out, to break the spell. ìWhy what?î his voice rumbles, low and deep, sending shivers skittering over my skin. I canít let his face, his scent, his body take away my reason. I came here to talk. ìWhy did you leave four years ago?î His mouth flattens and he shoves his fingers through his unruly hair. Those broad shoulders roll in a shrug. Thatís it? He thinks heís off the hook that easily? No way. I push off the counter and get into his faceówell, I crane my neck and almost rise on tiptoe, but itíll have to doóand grab a fistful of his T-shirt. ìWhy didnít you tell me you were going? Why didnít you ever call? Where were you, for chrissakes?î ìWhat do you care?î he says, so quietly Iím only sure he spoke because Iím looking right at his beautiful mouth. My grip on his T-shirt tightens. ìAre you seriously asking me this?î ìYou told me I should go and never come back.î His eyes close briefly, and a pang goes through my chest. ìThat I was a bastard and an asshole and wasnít worth the trouble.î I let go of him and take a faltering step back. I did say those things, didnít I? ìIím sorry.î My hormones played havoc with my feelings back then, intensifying every feeling. ìWhat about you? Why did you leave instead of talking this out? I never got a chance to tell you Iím sorry, you justÖî I bite my lip and let out a long breath, but it catches in my throat. Maybe he hears it because he reaches for me and trails his thumb down the line of my jaw. The gesture stills me completely as his dark eyes nail me. I see sadness there, and fear. What is he afraid of? ìI had to go,î he whispers and his hand drops away. ìYou left town, Tyler. Left everyone and everything and nobody knew where you were. God, I was so worried.î My throat constricts; I can barely swallow. ìYou were?î Thereís a hitch in his voice, as if he doesnít believe it. ìYes, I was.î Iíve been so afraid for him for so long, I can hardly believe heís here, alive and well. I reach up and slide my hand over his chest. Itís hard; solid. ìWhy, Tyler? Tell me why you left.î ìI donít wanna talk about it,î he grinds out. I want to bang my fist on his chest and slap his face. My fingers curl against the soft fabric of his T-shirt, and I feel his muscles clench underneath. ìScrew you,î I whisper and I hope my voice wonít break and betray me. ìThatís all you have to say to me? Iím not going toóî ìYouíre so beautiful,î he whispers. Shocked into silence, I stare at him. His gaze is moving over my body, a hot, silky glide that steals my breath. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes look black. I try again. ìAfter all this time, I just want to knowóî His hand hooks around my back, pressing me to his body and he bends his head toward me, dark hair falling in his eyes. His mouth descends on mine, sealing the words inside. The world falls away with a murmur as he kisses me. I gasp and his tongue pushes inside, tangling with mine. He licks at my mouth, and he tastes so goodólike dark chocolate and pepper. Familiar. Thrilling. Sexy. I want more. I slide my arms around his hips and kiss him back. His chest vibrates against me as he moans and then he drags me closer, until my breasts are crushed against his firm abs. A tiny voice at the back of my mind is screeching in protestóthis shouldnít be happening, we should be talking, explaining, finishing this offóbut itís drowned in the rushing of blood in my ears, the thundering beat of my heart. His smell, his taste, the feel of his muscular body, it sends waves of scalding heat over my skin, through me, tightening the tips of my breasts, starting a pulse between my legs. I cling to him as I burn from the inside out; I desperately need himóneed to feel him around me, against me, inside me. Everywhere where heís been missing for so long.
AUTHOR BIOJo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.
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