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February 12, 2015

~~~BLOG TOUR & REVIEW~~SAVING JAY BY E.M. ABEL

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Synopsis
 Jay My life was a dark and desolate place. Consumed by work and full of regret, loneliness had become my closest friend. Ink and a tattoo machine were my therapy, a way to claim my own skin with the art that I loved. The day I walked into her shop, I knew I’d found what I needed. The light I’d been looking for.

Jade When I first looked into those blue eyes I saw a depth behind them that I wanted to explore. Jason “Jay” Clarke was more than a perfectly pressed suit and dimpled smile. He was a man with a heart of gold drowning in the weight of his world. He wanted me to mark him. I never expected him to soothe my aching heart. When our worlds collide and Jay begins to fall apart, will my love be enough to save him? **WARNING: Not recommended for younger readers due to sexual content and language.
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Letting go, Jay turned toward the table and pushed our dishes out of the way. My glass tipped over, spilling water onto the floor, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Sit down,” he told me, taking my hand and guiding me to the edge of the table.
I did as I had been told, getting up on my toes, before sliding my ass over the edge and sitting in front of him. His warm hands ran up my thighs, and his eyes were so dark and passionate that I couldn’t look away.
Kneeling down, Jay picked up one of the belts from our robes before standing up again. “Do you trust me?” he asked, holding the belt in one of his hands.
I glanced at it before meeting his gaze. I did. I probably trusted him more than I should. “Yes,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on his.
Jay’s lips lifted on one side, exposing one of his dimples. “Good,” he said before lifting the white belt and putting it over my eyes.
I gasped in surprise as everything went black. The soft material held my eyes closed as he tied it behind my head. I could feel his warm body in front of me, his thighs touching the insides of my knees. The rain sounded louder as it hit the deck outside. Licking my lips, I waited for Jay to make his next move.
“Lie back,” he whispered next to my ear.
I grinned and slowly leaned back, afraid I might knock something over. Jay’s hands helped guide me down, and once my head touched, I relaxed on the hard wood. Jay’s warmth left me, and I felt so exposed, lying there while blindfolded before him.
A few seconds later, I heard movement in the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened and closed, and I worked to control the rhythm of my breaths as I waited. I vaguely heard Jay’s footsteps as he came back into the room. It was hard to hear anything with the storm outside. Jay’s leg brushed mine before he moved to stand between my legs again. I had to fight the urge to talk. I wanted to ask him what he was going to do. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but I also knew the silence was only building the connection between us.
I have to trust him.
I felt Jay leaning forward, his hand moving to the table beside my shoulder. In the next second, something ice cold was on one of my nipples. I inhaled sharply as Jay’s lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his warm mouth. I sighed. The relief from the cold and the pure erotic feeling of having his mouth on me was almost euphoric.
Releasing me, I felt him move again before doing the same to my other nipple. A gust of wind blew outside, and I heard the rain pounding harder against the glass doors as I sucked in another breath. My legs drew in closer to Jay’s as my back arched off the table, my hands curling around the edges of it. I could feel the warmth of Jay’s chest as I drew closer to him, but he pulled away, and I relaxed back onto the table. I was breathing hard again, waiting to feel what he’d do next.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice right above me.

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My Review
 
 
     What is it about that business suit that is used like an armor only to be shed to reveal the real person underneath?  You will love Jay as I have.
     It’s refreshing when as a reader you find that author who brings you into their world, catching you from the beginning moment with every word and when you look up you realize that sadly it was just a story. And that it has come to an end. I whole heartedly loved getting to know Jay better in this story, knowing what makes him tick, what motivates him, what part of him that allows the love to come through.
     E.M. Abel writes a truly great story that is different, edgy and full of all the “feels”.  While you can read Saving Jay as a stand-alone, why limit yourself to just one part of this series when you can enjoy the awesomeness of this author and this series. E.M. Abel is that hidden gem that when found is coveted but knowing you must share her wonderful words with the world. I can’t give enough thanks to E.M. for gifting a copy for me to read and review honestly. It was truly a pleasure.
     Really the only thing that I need to say, is that Saving Jay should be on your Must Read list with your eye trained to any future writing from so you’re not left behind.



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When did you decide you wanted to be a model?
I never decided I wanted to become a model I kinda just stumbled into it.
Was modeling something you thought about doing?
No, I was just asked to do some shoots and had fun with it.
Tell us 3 random things about yourself.
three random things about me..hmmm....
I am going to school for business to start a non profit organization dealing with orphanages in 3rd world countries, I suck at math and I will never drive another vehicle besides a jeep or ride another bike besides my Harley
How do you feel about being on the Cover of E.M. Abel's book?
I was excited about the opportunity and I am all about helping people out, so when she hit me up I was completely down and excited about it.
What are your plans/hopes for the future?
Finish business school and I'll continue bar tending through college but after I graduate I will start my non profit and spend most my life over seas after that.

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My husband is awesome and also a Chief in the US Navy. This means crazy schedules, uncertainty and lots of nights spent alone writing on my computer.
I have two amazing kids who always know how to make me laugh. I've been passionate about writing since I wrote my first poem in the 3rd grade and I've been using it as a means to express myself since.
I think because I hold my emotions so close and fear being vulnerable I use different forms of self expression- writing, drawing, painting, photography, tattoos- to show the world who I am.
The one rule I use everyday is the Golden Rule--"Treat others the way you'd like to be treated." I believe karma is very real and sometimes she can be a bitch if you make her that way. I love acting crazy, I love to laugh, I love making people laugh, I love the ocean, I love dancing like no one is watching, I love good music, I love good books... oh man I should probably stop there. I love a lot of stuff. Please feel free to write me or send a friend request.   
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^*^RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW^*^Beneath This Ink by Meghan March



Meghan March
Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)
Release Date: February 12th, 2015
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I’ve always known she was too good for me, but that never stopped me from wanting her.

And then I finally had her for one night.

A night I don’t remember.

I figured I’d blown my shot.

But now she’s walked back into my life, and this time, I have the upper hand. I want my second chance.

Will she be able to see the man beneath this ink?
 
 
 

Everyone loves a bad boy with a good heart!  That is just what you are going to find with Con.  The tattooed bad boy with a reputation has something that rich girl, Vanessa Frost needs, and it turns out she finds out that underneath the rough exterior she thought she knew was a man with a heart of gold.

Con spends his days tattooing, running businesses, and helping under privileged youth in New Orleans.  He was a foster kid, in and out of the system, until Joy and Andre Leahy brought them into their lives.  They were killed, and since then Con has been following lead after lead to find his parents murderer.

Vanessa Frost is “high society” in New Orleans and Con has something she needs, to keep her job at the helm of a foundation that had been in her family for years; so a deal, of sorts is brokered.  Both knowing that there wasn’t place for each other in the others’ worlds.  Or is there??

To say I was excited for Constantine Leahy’s story, would be an understatement.  I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this flawed man.  I knew there was something hiding under all of that ink and I had to know what it was!

I was first introduced to Meghan March’s writing with Beneath This Mask.  The first book in the series.  This book, Beneath This Ink, is the second, but can definitely be read as a standalone, and believe me when I say you will not want to miss anything March writes.  I can’t urge you enough to pick up this book!  You won’t regret it!

Meghan’s characters are complex.  The men are strong, and the women are even stronger.  There is something about her story lines that just sweep you up and don’t let go until the last page.  They leave you wanting more, and I can’t wait to see what is coming next.






Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had.
 
About the Beneath Series
Beneath This Mask (Beneath #1)
He loves me, and he doesn’t even know my real name. 

The limelight that follows him could expose everything I’m hiding. But even knowing the risks, I can’t force myself to stay away. 

I’m going to break his heart, but mine will shatter right along with it. 

Will we lose it all when I reveal what’s beneath this mask?
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“Con, can you take this walk-in?” Delilah called from the front of the shop.

I pushed back from the desk and shoved my hair away from my face. It was too damn long. I needed to get it cut, but the girl I’d been going to for the last year had basically fallen onto my cock last week, and I wasn’t going to be letting her near my jugular with scissors any time soon. She wasn’t enamored of my, ‘I don’t go there twice unless there’s something worth going back for’ mentality. I probably could have phrased it a little nicer, but why give the girl false hope when I’d all but forgotten her as soon as I’d slid the condom off my dick? I didn’t have time for bullshit, and I didn’t like to be misunderstood when I spoke. So I was firmly in the ‘tell it how it is’ camp. Women didn’t seem to appreciate my particular brand of honesty. Mostly because it didn’t line up with what they wanted to hear. Not my problem.

I stood and headed for the door of the break room. Time to meet my newest walk-in.

If I had to tattoo one more “YOLO” on some idiot kid, I might hang up my tattoo gun and call it a day. Thoughts like that made me feel older than thirty-one.

I scanned the shop, looking for my next client. If I hadn’t learned a hell of a long time ago how to lock down my reactions, I might’ve missed a step.  

It was no kid.

And if she wanted YOLO tattooed on that body, it’d be a crime against nature. Anger flared within me at the sight of her. I might not remember the night we’d spent together, but I sure as hell remembered the morning after when I’d interrupted her escape from my bedroom. We’d thrown words like grenades, and it was a miracle we’d both walked away without bloodshed. Even with that memory vividly replaying in my head, I still had to tell my dick to calm the fuck down.

Vanessa Fucking Frost was still out of my league. Hell, out of my fucking universe. She’d been too good for me in high school, she’d been too good for me two years ago, and as sure as she was standing in my shop today, she was still too damn good for me. And I bet she’d be the first person to say it. I still couldn’t figure out how she’d ended up in my bed that night. Not because my bed didn’t see action with rich chicks—it saw plenty—but not like her. Classic elegance like Grace Kelly. Joy Leahy used to make me watch To Catch a Thief with her, and that’s exactly who Vanessa reminded me of.

Her platinum blond hair was twisted up into some fancy ass bun, and her tan skirt suit clung to her curves in all the right places. One perfectly manicured hand toyed with the gold bracelet on her wrist. My jeans tightened uncomfortably at the peek of a lacy pink bra from beneath her pink silk blouse.

My reaction to her pissed me off.

Do you know what it’s like to finally get something you’ve always wanted, but not remember a single fucking detail?

It ate away it me. The not knowing. Part of me wanted to tell her to get the hell out of my shop, but the other part of me wanted to drag her upstairs, strip her naked, and tie her to my bed so this time she couldn’t leave until I was damn good and ready. Which might be never. And that thought—that weakness—infuriated me.

“Never thought I’d see you darken my doorway again. What can I do for you, princess?” A mocking edge colored my words.

Her nervous twirling of her bracelet halted, and her blue eyes, several shades lighter and more vibrant than my own, met mine. Her pink tongue darted out over her perfectly plump bottom lip slicked with gloss. This nervous, off-balance look of hers raised all my red flags. I was used to the quiet, sexy-as-all-hell confidence that had always drawn me in. At least until she’d opened her mouth that infamous morning and told me what she’d really thought of me.

“I need a few moments of your time.”

I raised an eyebrow. Now that was a new development. She’d never sought me out.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, if you could spare me five minutes.”

Some of her words from that morning, which I might as well have tattooed on my skin, came back to me: Do this again? Are you crazy? I must have been insane to do this the first time. This can never happen again. And no one can ever know. No one. 

And now she wanted a favor?

“In this shop, the only way a woman gets my time is if she’s getting a tattoo, or is on her knees or her back.” I knew my answer was crude, but that was what she undoubtedly expected from me. And I hated to disappoint.

A flush of color hit her cheekbones, and I wondered for a brief second whether she was remembering what it had been like to be on her knees in front of me. Fuck. I wish I remembered. Then I could just fucking move on.

I waited for the clipped go to hell and an abrupt exit. But instead of turning and walking out, she surprised me.

“A tattoo it is, then.”
 

  
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