~Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you~
I don’t beg.
I don’t cry.
And I don’t give second chances.
Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot.
I hate him.
Ream’s six foot two frame unfolds out of the car after being gone on tour for eight months. I stared. And in my defense, any girl would stare. It would almost be rude not to because Ream was the type of guy who stood out. Not because he was loud and obnoxious. No, it was because he was the complete opposite. Subtle and dangerously quiet. If he spoke, you’d better hope he liked you because otherwise you’d be falling at his feet begging for mercy. Except me … I don’t beg—ever.
But when our eyes locked, it was Ream’s steady confidence that had my nerves shooting off like jet sprinklers.
Ream told me he didn’t need a second chance because he was still working on his first.
Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it and I hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past.
I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me.
*Warning contains violence, sexual content, and coarse language. Mature audiences 18+*
A contemporary romance with lots of angst and a taste of dark.
~Torn from You~
“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.
The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.
Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?
Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.
I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.
Harder. Suck me, harder.
My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.
But it always did.
Be good and it won’t hurt.
I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.
Ask me for more.
No. No, more.
Ask me nicely.
Mo … re. Plea … se.
Fuck no. Jesus, why?
Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”
Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”
“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.
I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.
I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.
She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.
I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.
“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.
I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.
I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.
“What do you need?”
“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.
I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.
I really thought I was in love with Logan and Emily's story, but damn I loved Ream and Kat's story. It was filled with emotions like none other. This time around we get the insight on why Kat was the she was, closed off, not wanting to expose her emotions to the ones she love and hiding a secret that only her brother and Ream knows about. What Kat has to learn is that showing your emotions doesn't make you weak, she's stronger than she seems and Ream is the one who is determined enough to want to show her that, but in the mean time he wants her to open up but he also have deep dark secrets that haunts him. Nashonda also gave us suspense, without giving anything away let's just say that Kat finds herself in a predicament and why you find out who the "predicament" is you will definitely s@&t yourself, let's just say never judge a book by its cover. Then we have the sub characters, my favorite is Crisis then Georgie, they keep the comedy alive in the story and I love a great that includes that right along with the drama and suspense. Once I got to the climatic part of the book I couldn't put it down, it was like being on a roller coaster ride waiting for it to go around the loop. Nashonda did an excellent with this series and I seriously cannot wait to read more from her, and I have a feeling we have a lot more to take in.
Nashoda Rose lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave. Her novella "With You" is the first in the Tear Asunder series, followed by the novel "Torn from You" and "Overwhelmed by You".
When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dog at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers on Facebook and chatting about her addiction—books.