TYLER (Inked Brotherhood, #2)
RELEASE PARTY AND
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WELCOME to the Launch Party for TYLER (Inked Brotherhood, #2)!!! TYLER is a New Adult contemporary (erotic) romance by author Jo Raven. It’s book #2 in the Inked Brotherhood series (coming right after ASHER) – but can be read as a stand-alone title, as well.
We’re celebrating the release with giveaways of ebooks and gift cards on Jo Raven’s author page!
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SYNOPSIS:
Four years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my
brother Asher behind – 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. I’ve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to
bed; trying to find an answer. But I think I’ve lost my way. There’s no light
at the end of the dark.
No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I’m a bastard – branded as such
from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my pleasure
and don’t come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no happy
endings. Yeah, I’m a bastard down to the bone and I don’t give a damn.
But now I’m back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen – back to make
amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl I’ve ever
wanted. Hope isn’t a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago.
Yet when she looks at me and says my name, I can’t 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.
EXCERPT:
“Why?” I
blurt out, to break the spell.
“Why what?”
his voice rumbles, low and deep, sending shivers skittering over my skin.
God. I can’t let his face, his scent,
his body take away my reason. I came here to talk. “Why did you leave four
years ago?”
His mouth
flattens and he shoves his fingers through his unruly hair. Those broad
shoulders roll in a shrug.
That’s it?
He thinks he’s off the hook that easily? No way. I push off the counter and get
into his face—well, I crane my neck and almost rise on tiptoe, but it’ll have
to do—and grab a fistful of his T-shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were
going? Why didn’t you ever call? Where were you, for chrissakes?”
“What do you
care?” he says, so quietly I’m only sure he spoke because I’m looking right at
his beautiful mouth.
My grip on
his T-shirt tightens. “Are you seriously asking me this?”
“You told me
I should go and never come back.” His eyes close briefly, and a pang goes
through my chest. “That I was a bastard and an asshole and wasn’t worth the
trouble.”
Christ. I let go of him and take a
faltering step back. I did say those things, didn’t I? “I’m sorry.” My hormones
played havoc with my feelings back then, intensifying every feeling. “What
about you? Why did you leave instead of talking this out? I never got a chance
to tell you I’m sorry, you just…” 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?
“I had to
go,” he whispers and his hand drops away.
“You left
town, Tyler. Left everyone and everything and nobody knew where you were. God,
I was so worried.” My throat constricts; I can barely swallow.
“You were?”
There’s a hitch in his voice, as if he doesn’t believe it.
“Yes, I
was.” I’ve been so afraid for him for so long, I can hardly believe he’s here,
alive and well. I reach up and slide my hand over his chest. It’s hard; solid.
“Why, Tyler? Tell me why you left.”
“I don’t
wanna talk about it,” 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.
“Screw you,”
I whisper and I hope my voice won’t break and betray me. “That’s all you have
to say to me? I’m not going to—”
“You’re so
beautiful,” 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.
“After all this time, I just want to know—”
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 good—like 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 protest—this shouldn’t be happening, we should be talking, explaining,
finishing this off—but it’s 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 him—need to feel him around me, against
me, inside me. Everywhere where he’s been missing for so long.
AUTHOR BIO:
Jo 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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