Wild Chase Blog Tour and GIVEAWAY!
Synopsis
"Music is a Moral Law, It Give Soul to the Universe" - Plato
Sometimes it doesn't matter how long you know a person. The effect they can have on you can happen after four seconds or four years.
In Chase Taylor's case - it's both.
Avery McGuire doesn't just flip on a light inside of her - he set a blaze to everything holding her back. After only a week together he has to leave, but he strikes a match before walking away that won't easily burn out.
EXCERPT 1
A few minutes later, my best friend had me laughing and spinning around with her, my jitters leaving me with every swing of the hips. I closed my eyes and turned to bump against her again; however, the deep "oomph" that followed was most definitely not Victoria's.
My horrified eyes flew open and found themselves eye level with a red guitar pick attached to a sliver chain. The chain almost distracted me from the black shirt stretched tightly across a broad chest lying beneath it. Almost. My gaze wandered up almost a foot above my five and a half foot frame, and landed on the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. Like a domino effect, my eyes fell from one impressive feature to another. Charcoal gray eyes stared down into my light blue ones, smiling just as much as the full lips on his face. The silver lip ring on his bottom lip was absolutely hotter than the sun. In the dim bar lighting, I noticed script writing tattooed across his forearm, and even one peeking out above the collar of his shirt. He pushed his stylishly messed up, shaggy blonde hair out of his face, and I watched as his eyes slowly roamed up and down my body.
Holy crap.
"I'm sorry!" I blurted out, sounding every bit the silly girl I felt on the inside.
"No, please, don't be sorry at all! In fact, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to assault me like that for the rest of the night,” he mused, the corners of his lips turning up into one incredible, breath stealing smile.
Dear Lord, even his voice was sexy. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red, but I tried desperately to fight against it.
"Tonight is your night. Wild and crazy, and out of the box, Chase!" I think to myself, "Now, flirt back with the boy!"
I smiled up at him shyly. Well, at least I'd flirt the best I could.
"Assault? I was only dancing! I don’t think I was that rough with you!"
The wicked way he cocked one eyebrow at me and grinned, made my knees start to shake.
He leaned in so close that I instinctively wanted to step back at his invasion of my personal space, but instead found myself leaning in to his intoxicating scent.
Oh. My. Lord. He smelled incredible!
My eyes fluttered shut as I heard his husky voice right at my ear, "Baby, you can be as rough with me as you want."
A few minutes later, my best friend had me laughing and spinning around with her, my jitters leaving me with every swing of the hips. I closed my eyes and turned to bump against her again; however, the deep "oomph" that followed was most definitely not Victoria's.
My horrified eyes flew open and found themselves eye level with a red guitar pick attached to a sliver chain. The chain almost distracted me from the black shirt stretched tightly across a broad chest lying beneath it. Almost. My gaze wandered up almost a foot above my five and a half foot frame, and landed on the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. Like a domino effect, my eyes fell from one impressive feature to another. Charcoal gray eyes stared down into my light blue ones, smiling just as much as the full lips on his face. The silver lip ring on his bottom lip was absolutely hotter than the sun. In the dim bar lighting, I noticed script writing tattooed across his forearm, and even one peeking out above the collar of his shirt. He pushed his stylishly messed up, shaggy blonde hair out of his face, and I watched as his eyes slowly roamed up and down my body.
Holy crap.
"I'm sorry!" I blurted out, sounding every bit the silly girl I felt on the inside.
"No, please, don't be sorry at all! In fact, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to assault me like that for the rest of the night,” he mused, the corners of his lips turning up into one incredible, breath stealing smile.
Dear Lord, even his voice was sexy. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red, but I tried desperately to fight against it.
"Tonight is your night. Wild and crazy, and out of the box, Chase!" I think to myself, "Now, flirt back with the boy!"
I smiled up at him shyly. Well, at least I'd flirt the best I could.
"Assault? I was only dancing! I don’t think I was that rough with you!"
The wicked way he cocked one eyebrow at me and grinned, made my knees start to shake.
He leaned in so close that I instinctively wanted to step back at his invasion of my personal space, but instead found myself leaning in to his intoxicating scent.
Oh. My. Lord. He smelled incredible!
My eyes fluttered shut as I heard his husky voice right at my ear, "Baby, you can be as rough with me as you want."
About the Author
L.A. Bressett is a simple, city-country girl that love chocolate chip cookies, Erik Northman, and laughing until her stomach hurts. Her love for books began in diapers and has only grown over the years. She spends her days listening to music, watching her two kiddos grow up way to fast, and watching an obscene amount of TV with her main man. You can catch her on Facebook, avoiding her household chores, anytime.
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