Before we begin, my stop is also a review stop so you can find the review on the Reviews page HERE, as well as on Goodreads. I have a lot of Fenbrook goodness for you today, so...
To kick start this tour post, shall we begin with the blurb?
Karen plays the cello like an angel, and it’s the only thing that makes her truly feel alive. But her father’s dream—for her to join a prestigious orchestra—leaves no time in her life for anything but music…not even love. Trapped on her path, she doesn’t know how to rebel.
Everyone expects him to fail….
Connor plays rock guitar like the devil himself, and his ability has got him all the way from a dead-end life in Belfast to a scholarship at Fenbrook Academy. But beneath his arrogance and charm, he doesn’t believe he has what it takes. He’s spent his time in New York drinking and partying, and the only future he sees is a return to Ireland as soon as he flunks out.
But what no one expects….
When Karen’s duet partner is injured, the bad boy guitarist and the shy, sheltered cellist are forced to team up. Neither likes the idea, but what begins as anger and distrust slowly spirals into love…and lust. If they can face up to their feelings, they might just have a chance together. If Connor will allow Karen to stop his fall, maybe he can show her a life she never thought possible....
www.helenanewbury.com | @HelenaAuthor | facebook.com/HelenaNewburyAuthor
“Kurt Barker-Ross.” I got the impression that I was meant to react to that, but I had about as much knowledge of New York high society as Neil did. I settled for nodding politely.
“Karen’s a musician,” Jasmine told him. Then, before I could stop her, “A cellist.” I saw him do the thing. The instinctive reaction all men have when they find out you play the cello. He stared at me, and I knew he was picturing me with my legs spread. I saw a smile touch the corners of his lips and could feel myself bristling.
“Let me get you another one of those,” Kurt said, taking my glass. As he turned to pluck a full one from a waiter’s tray, Jasmine whispered in my ear. “Be nice! Maybe he’ll ask you to play in his basement, like Natasha!” “That was completely different!” I whispered.
But then Kurt was handing me a full glass and, to my horror, Jasmine excused herself and left. Kurt smiled at me, and I told myself that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
I had no intention of dating him, let alone sleeping with him, but everyone was always telling me I needed to get out more. If I could brace myself and carry on a conversation like a normal human being, even if I didn’t particularly like the guy, that was good practice. Right?
“You’re lovely, Karen.” said Kurt. That threw me a little. “… right. Okay. Thank you.” “Do I shock you? Not everyone can admit that they like a man who’s direct. But deep down, a lot of women like that. Do you, Karen?” “Um…” I looked around the room for Natasha, or Clarissa. Knowing Jasmine, she’d spirited them away to “Give us some time alone together.”
He stepped closer. “I think you do.” His voice became very slow and deliberate, emphasizing certain words. “I think… you want a man”— and his hand turned to point almost casually at his own chest—“ who knows how to give you what you want.” It felt like he was trying to hypnotize me. He was staring straight into my eyes without blinking and it wasn’t “intense” or “entrancing”— it was just creepy.
I think you read certain books,” he said, “and you wonder if men like me— CEOs— are really like that. If power in the boardroom translates to power in the bedroom. Well let me tell you… yes it does.” “Okay,” I said, stepping back. “I think—” He stepped close again, thrusting his face right up to mine. “Have you ever had a man withhold an orgasm from you, until you were crying and begging to come?”
“Yes,” said Connor. “But only when she’s been very, very bad.” He stepped between us, a protective wall of muscle and attitude. Kurt had to crane his neck to look him in the eye.
“I’m—” Kurt said. “Leaving.” Connor told him, with exactly the sort of authority Kurt had been trying for. Kurt suddenly saw something of great interest across the room and went to look at it.
Connor turned to me. “Isn’t that three times I’ve saved you?”
“What makes you think I needed saving?” I said hotly.
“You wanted Fifty Shades of Gray… Hair?”
Moving on to the final portion of my post, we have a splendiferous Giveaway open internationally!
*Wipes eyes* Ah I just couldn't resist. That's all for now my beautiful minions, be sure to purchase your copy and don't forget to check out my review! Cheerio x