January 7, 2015

{BLOG TOUR & REVIEW} Scared of Forever by Jacqueline Abrahams

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Title: Scared of Forever (Scared, #2)
Author: Jacqueline Abrahams
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: December 14, 2014


Every lie, no matter how small, has some degree of truth. Five months after moving to New York City, Emily is engaged to Blake Carson, future doctor and the man who she believes to be the love of her life. Until she starts to realize that the foundation upon which she’s building her future is based on a series of Blake’s self-serving lies. Blake can’t let her go. He can’t continue to deceive Emily, either. But Blake’s biggest problem is that he has to maintain the life he has become accustomed to, at any cost. And that means keeping his overbearing mother happy, and keeping Emily ignorant. Tyler Carson left New York City two years ago, happy to leave behind all of the Carson family drama. Until he comes home and meets Emily. Falling in love with his brother’s fiancée was easy. Protecting her from his family was necessary. Leaving her was almost impossible, knowing that he was breaking her heart, and his own. Finding solace in her friendship with Tyler, Emily is forced to face the reality that Blake is not the man she thought he was. But neither is Tyler, the friend who gave her the clarity she needed, and then left her alone to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. Heartbroken and deserted, Emily has had enough of the Carson brothers. But sometimes, love is not that which sends us soaring, but that which keeps us grounded. Can Emily ever bring herself to love another Carson completely? Secrets, lies and lust-filled nights, all in the name of the screwed-up pursuit of happily ever after, Scared of Forever is the second novel in the Scared Series, which features characters from Scared of Beautiful, but can be read as a standalone.  


…”Serendipity is determined to fling her into my path. Almost like a carrot dangling before me. My own beautiful temptation.” ~~ Tyler Carson


I was gifted this series in exchanged for an honest review and having never read anything from Jaqueline Abrahams I am always excited to meet  and read new authors. Well I went into the Scared Series (Scared Beautiful #1, Infinite Fear #.5, finishing with Scared of Forever #3) completely blind to previous reviews or quotes and I have to say I was very impressed. Even though Scared of Forever can be read as a stand-alone, I am glad I started from the beginning of the series because I get the fluidity of the characters featured as well as a deeper appreciation for Jaqueline’s writing style.

In this book, Scared of Forever, I will point out from the beginning you may think to yourself, I am not reading this anymore, I hate this main character. Well let me say DO NOT DO THAT. I HATED Blake Carson. I mean really and truly hated him. He almost made me DNF this story and I feel without a shadow of a doubt, that was Jaqueline’s whole intent and she delivered it well!

So let’s get to it. In this book, your are put in very compromising situations that leads to double love triangles, multiple indescrections, and one very mean Mother, but I don’t want to get in to deep for then I will be writing spoiler after spoiler and we all know that’s no fun! I did however have fun reading the unfolding of the Carson family lives and their secrets and ultimately being shocked at the crest of the storyline, something I DID NOT FORSEE coming (KudosJ) Even though at the beginning you are introduced to slimy snake Blake please hang in there, he’s not the only person in this story and you’ll never meet Tyler. Sexy, smart, emotionally checked out until he lays eyes on his Brother Blake’s fiancée, Emily. The good girl who might possibly be the bad girl in a good way, the girl who needs to make her mind up over which Carson brother she truly needs and wants! The chemistry between all these characters are well formed, in all facets as well as a storyline basis that isn’t new but written to include great turn of events and awesome shocker moments. I would definitely recommend reading the Scared Series to everyone especially those of us who love triangles, redemption, love and a little apprehension in choosing which path in the fork of life to follow.

4 solid stars out of 5.

When the universe was handing out charisma and charm, Blake Carson was very first in line. He had, however, skipped the line completely when the universe was handing out humility.
Blake Carson is a man who knows what he wants, and knows precisely how to get it. Sitting at the restaurant’s bar, Blake stirs a cocktail stick idly in his whiskey. It’s starting to become apparent to him that his date is not going to show. She’s mad again, as fucking usual. Mad about the fact that their relationship has to be conducted behind closed doors. Fuck all of them, she says. Why does everyone else’s opinion matter so much to you? She asks. But she doesn’t understand the pressure Blake is under. How much it costs him, both financially and personally, to keep her happy. Aria succeeded in both satisfying and draining him simultaneously. She was definitely an amazing woman. But Blake wondered, for a moment, what life would be like if he was dating an uncomplicated girl. A sweet girl, one who had no idea who he was, no reason to be with him other than, well, to be with him.
Like that one. His eyes wander to the stunning, leggy waitress serving an elderly couple at a table across the room.
Her long, golden blond hair is pulled into a neat ponytail, and falls in soft waves down her back. Blake admires, from his vantage point, the errant strands of hair that have come loose, framing her flawless face. Her whole demeanor seems to exude innocence and purity from within. Just the kind of girl that his mother, Eliza Carson, would welcome into her house. Moldable, pliable; the perfect wife for Blake’s future plans.
She walks toward the bar, and Blake raises a hand to gesture her over. “Can I help you?” the girl asks. She’s soft spoken. For a moment, he’s transfixed by her innocence. The way her almond shaped brown eyes widen ever so slightly as they meet his. There’s no judgment there, no questions. She doesn’t cast her eyes over his clothing, examining the cost of his suit or the carat of his cuff links before deciding whether or not to smile. She just does.
“Can I order a water, please?” Blake asks, the question dripping with his God given charm. He can see in her eyes that the girl finds him attractive. He can tell by the way she stands, her hand on her hip, leaning in ever so slightly. The way she casually pulls her ponytail over her shoulder to rest on her right breast. A young, perky breast at that.
“You can,” she quips, looking as though she may reply sarcastically at first. But then she realizes her place. Sarcasm in an upper class restaurant like this one, as a member of the wait staff, would probably yield the same results as her handing in a resignation if she addressed the wrong person that way. Lucky for her, she’s in exactly the right place, with exactly the right person.
“The bartender usually tends to drinks,” she says more politely before beginning her departure. “But I can get it for you.”
Blake watches her tight ass, hips swaying ever so slightly as she walks away.
She comes back a minute later with the water and places it carefully on a coaster in front of him.
“You haven’t been doing this very long, have you?” Blake asks.
“Is it that obvious?” The girl looks deflated. “It’s my second shift here.”
“It is,” Blake replies. “It’s apparent by the way your hand trembled when you picked up the glass. By the way you walk at a much quicker pace when your tray is empty, but you slow right down the minute there’s something on it. Even if it’s just a credit card and bill. So— scared.”
“It’s kind of creepy to know that you’ve been sitting here alone, analyzing me for that long,” she retorts, a feeble attempt at hiding her flattery.
“If I’m being honest, I haven’t really been able to take my eyes off you.” Blake knows the line is cheesy as shit. “So, can you help me stop being a stranger staring at you, and tell me your name?”
“My name is Emily,” she replies.
“Emily?” Blake asks. “No surname, just one moniker?”
“Emily. For the moment.”
“Well, Emily. Hypothetically speaking, if I came in tomorrow, would you be here?” Blake asks.
“Unless I get fired tonight as a result of my obvious inexperience,” she says. The light from the extravagant chandelier reflects in the warmth of her innocent brown eyes. They sparkle brightly.
“Perfect,” Blake says, before paying his tab with a hundred dollar bill. “Bye, Emily.” He stands and walks out of the restaurant.
If there’s one thing Blake Carson knows how to do, it’s make an impression.
The following day, Blake comes into the restaurant again, sits in the same spot, orders the same drink, and asks Emily the same question about the next day.
He does this for the following four days. By day five, the young, pretty waitress is getting pissed. She walks right past him when he sits down, and doesn’t respond when he raises his hand for service. So he waits for the next three hours, leaning against his shiny BMW, where it is parked in front of the restaurant.
He knows she’ll go out via the side alleyway that flanks the building. But he’s already worked out that she has to walk out of the alley to get onto the street. It’s a one way. A way that will guide her directly into his waiting arms.
When Emily walks out of the alleyway, she sees him standing there and begins to walk in the opposite direction.
“Aren’t you going to ask why I haven’t asked you for your number yet?” Blake calls.
“I don’t care,” Emily says over her shoulder, still strutting purposefully ahead. Good thing he wants in her pants so badly; otherwise, no woman alive would have Blake Carson willingly chasing her along a street.
“You do, or else you wouldn’t have answered,” Blake says smugly, and waits for her to stop walking.
One step, two steps, stop.
An hour later, Blake is driving towards his apartment, Emily’s number in his phone. And a coffee date with her planned for the next day. It was always going to happen this way. Blake Carson always gets what he wants.
One Month Later…
It appeared, to Blake, that Serendipity and Cupid had been conspiring with the Gods of sexual favor. Not only was Emily sweet, unassuming, and innocent, not to mention completely infatuated with him, but delicate young Emily was also a virgin. Blake had considered it strange that she had stiffened like a board the first time he kissed her, later obsessively overanalyzing the way his lips had moved against hers. Had she hated it, he wondered? Surely not. Blake knew he had a reputation for being fantastic with his mouth.
It was only at their next meeting that she had admitted that she had never ‘been intimate’ with anyone. Fucking, to him, was less than intimate. But he didn’t dare tell her that, nor utter it aloud. Since then, his desire for her had increased tenfold. Driving to pick her up for their fifth date, Blake thought about fucking her. It was all he could think about recently. It was the daydream that came to mind every time he had satisfied himself in the shower that week.
He had, in his mind, conjured up a million different scenarios for their first time together, each one more intense than the last. The only constant was the imagined feeling of how tight she would be. Untouched, untainted, unseen by another living being. That pussy was all his. He would be the first, and he will be the last. Just the thought of it hardened his dick in his pants.
Blake had sincerely intended to keep one woman in his life. Emily. But he had discovered that managing two had been a lot easier than he initially thought. He still needed to fuck someone while waiting for Emily to give herself to him. And Blake Carson now had the best of both worlds.
Emily appeared at the car shortly after he pulled up. She must have been waiting. Tonight, he had planned for an expensive dinner to be catered at his apartment. She would think it was extremely sweet of him, and feel very special and spoiled. He would have her in close proximity to his bedroom. It was a win/win situation.
“Hi,” Emily says with a soft smile.
“Hey yourself,” Blake replies smoothly, greeting her with a charming smile as he leans over to kiss her gently on the cheek. The feeling was thrilling. He felt like a teenager again, at an age when even second base was fucking awesome. But tonight, he would go beyond second base. He would have her legs wrapped around him before sunup. He’d deflower her in the worst possible way, or in her likely opinion, the best possible way.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“I have a surprise,” Blake replies with a wink.
“Sounds interesting,” she says with a seductive smile.
Tonight will be the night.
Minutes later, Blake pulls the car into his parking space. He stares openly at Emily as the elevator takes them to his floor. She blushes furiously under his intense gaze, her eyes lowered to examine the apparently very interesting carpet below her feet. Tonight she has worn a shorter and tighter than usual black dress. It clings to the curves of her hourglass frame. How can no one have ever fucked a girl so beautiful?
“Wow,” Emily exclaims openly as Blake ushers her into his apartment. “You live here?”
“It’s my family’s,” Blake says simply. He and his mother had already discussed the fundamentals of oversharing when it came to their family’s wealth. She was very insistent on his avoidance of gold diggers. When Blake had described Emily as a sweet, orphaned country girl, his mother had been skeptical. She had insisted on meeting Emily and vetting her herself. But Blake had made excuses. He’d be damned if he was going to allow his mother to chase away his perfectly perfect pussy.
They settled in to dinner. “Did you make this?” Emily asks, after tasting the first mouthful of the roasted duck salad.
“I did,” Blake nods. Sometimes his ability to lie so fluidly scared even him.
“Are you just all around perfect?” she asks.
“No one’s perfect,” Blake replies. “But you come very close.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, and Blake is satisfied.
Surprisingly, it is Emily who makes the first move. In a bold display, she leans in towards him while they sit on the couch and crashes her lips into his. Her hands immediately find his hard on. He had thought that he would have had to work harder for this.
Emily moves across Blake’s body, straddling him. Her dress rides up towards her hips, giving him a glimpse of the Promised Land, which he was sure would be raining wet by the time he got to it. He wanted to be gentle. He knew how much the first time hurt for women. He’d taken his fair share of virginities. But the need was so intense. Her body looked so enticing, so ready as she displayed it before him.
Blake doesn’t hesitate. He rips both of their clothes off and dives in, flipping her onto her back on the sofa. He kisses her fiercely down her neck, finally taking each soft nipple into his mouth. His dick is throbbing, begging for release. Begging for her. Blake looks up and sees a small glistening in Emily’s eye. A tear. So he ignores his dick’s insistence and slows down briefly, stopping to kiss her softly. When he finally slides into her again, she lets out a pained whimper, biting fiercely on her bottom lip. This will be the first and last time Emily ever shows Blake that she’s in pain when he fucks her. He owns her completely now.
After the pain passes, Emily finds herself succumbing to the motion of Blake’s hips, and becomes drawn into the feeling of his body pressed against hers. Horror stories of losing one’s virginity are plentiful. This doesn’t seem horrific to Emily. In fact, this is exactly what she wanted. To give herself freely to a man that she loved. And she was fairly certain that she was capable of being in love with Blake Carson, if she wasn’t already. He was so charming and seemed so sincere.
Emily feels a little more than satisfied with herself to hear Blake moaning in pleasure as he moves in and out of her. She tries her hardest to brave the painful burn. After a few gentle thrusts, he pushes himself in deeper, harder. Emily bites on her lip. A beautiful pain. Tears cascade down her cheeks. With nothing to compare this experience to, Emily can only assume that the horror stories were true. The pain was excruciating.
Blake spends the entire night with his arms wrapped tightly around Emily. She drifts in and out of sleep, trying to ignore the constant pain in her groin, but also luxuriating in the feeling of true womanhood.
“Hi,” Blake says with a sweet smile as Emily wakes to a bright and sunny morning. The glare from the full wall of windows assaults her vision, and she squints her eyes in response. In his hand, he holds a tray with coffee and blueberry bagels.
“Morning,” Emily says, pulling the sheets to cover her naked body as she sits upright.
“Don’t hide from me,” Blake says, pulling the sheets away, eyes taking in every part of her nakedness. His aura is positively alight with lust.
“Blake,” Emily says with trepidation, not wanting to offend or disappoint him. “I—”
“It’s okay,” Blake says gently, kissing her on the temple. “We don’t have to do that again now. Just as long as you promise we will do that again. Soon.”
“Definitely,” Emily smiles.
Over the next few months, Blake would take great pleasure in schooling his future bride on all things coital. He would laugh when he guided her head gently onto his cock for her very first blowjob and she gagged violently. She was horrified; Blake was thrilled. As time progressed, Emily mastered her technique. Slowly, she became more confident. But she was, for all her efforts, a poor substitute to Blake’s mistress. So Blake Carson kept them both. With Emily’s virginity added to his list of lifetime achievements, he really did feel on top of the world. But more importantly, with Emily, Blake didn’t feel like such a fraud. Not quite so artificial. Blake Carson always got what he wanted. And he wanted everything.

Scared of Forever (Scared, #2)
Infinite Fear - A Novella (Scared #0.5)
Scared of Beautiful (Scared #1)


I almost lost every ounce of composure I had when Emily walked out of the room in that dress. She was perfect. Angelic. Her hair piled up on her head in a messy bun, a face fresh with hardly any makeup, no shoes. The delicate silk wraps itself around her body, clinging to her like a second skin. There was never a more perfect picture.
Truthfully, she had me the moment she laid her gorgeous and startled brown eyes on me for the first time at the apartment. I was so fucked. The way her hair fell softly down her back. The way she smiled, so innocently; too innocently to be a part of my messed up family. And I did say a prayer of thanks to whoever designed her body. It was the stuff dreams are made of, namely mine these last few nights. And yes, I had placed myself strategically throughout her daily life so we could run into each other a few times. I couldn’t get enough of her smile, her laugh, or the way her eyes and mouth rounded out when I said something that shocked her. And the way, after that kiss on the beach the other day, she had brought her fingers gently to her lips every so often. I hoped that I was responsible for the memory.


Jacqueline Abrahams is the author alter ego for an ordinary mum to three children (two human and one canine) and wife to one husband. Born in South Africa, she now calls Sydney, Australia her home. A collector all things books and bookish, she in an avid reader and has a tiny obsession with filling bookshelves. When she's not preoccupied wearing her aspiring author or mummy hat, she is working her way towards completing a degree in Primary and Secondary Teaching (with an English major of course!) 

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