Sunday, April 28, 2013

Sexy Sunday and Blog Tour - 'Blown' by Braxton Cole



This week's Sexy Sunday happens to be my stop on the blog tour for Braxton Cole's new novella, Blown. I'm very excited to include her in my Sexy Sunday series with a smokin' hot (read: "Holy Melting Panties, Batman!") excerpt from the book as well as my review AND a Rafflecopter giveaway! 
Scroll and enjoy, Lil Lovers! smiley 16a3c6a

*THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND STRONG LANGUAGE AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE ADULT AUDIENCES 21+ ONLY.*



Synopsis:

Veronica “Roni” Guard is an undercover cop trying to bust a drug ring. Unfortunately, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo Vargas, at an illegal street race in the California desert. He just happens to be a pretty big criminal himself. That’s why they split originally. No matter how much chemistry they have between them, a cop and a gangster are not a good match. Roni Convinces Mateo to help her with her case, his reluctance derailed by the one thing that always worked between them–sex. Yes, he’ll help her. But on one condition. In his world, she belongs to him, and him only.

Will Mateo’s possessiveness unravel Roni’s case? Or, worse, blow her cover? And if they get out of this alive, is there a future for them together?








Excerpt:


I really didn't have time for this, to let Mateo kiss me like he wanted me to forget everything, including my name. Crimson's race would be over soon, if it wasn't already, and all I cared about was Mateo's tongue stroking mine. He sucked me into his mouth, then pushed me out and invaded mine the next second. His desperation made me light-headed and needy.

Finally, he released my arms and blood rushed in, causing my skin to tingle and miss him. Rather than pull away, he drew me closer. He bent at the knees until he was at eye level and wrapped his arms around me tight. He straightened and took me with him. He held me there as we kissed, his tongue pushing and invading and so fucking sexy. I could lose myself in a kiss like that.

He slid his hands down my body to cup my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he squeezed, his fingers digging in and massaging. I felt his cock twitch and lengthen through his jeans.

"I don't have time." I gasped the words into his mouth.

"Make time." He dropped to his knees and lowered me to the floor.

As soon as my back hit the floor, his hands were at my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my waist and easing my legs apart. His fingers brushed against my panties and I gasped. He was right. I could make time.

"Hurry."  I struggled to reach his jeans, to unbutton and unzip, then to pull him free. I remembered him, his size and length and how very right he felt inside of me and how very hard it had been to stop fucking him in the first place. In that moment, on my back in a fucking travel trailer in the middle of the largest organized illegal street race I'd ever seen, I wanted nothing more than to get him inside me again. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yes." He grunted as he jerked my panties down and off. Last time we fucked he got impatient and shredded the crotch with his fingers. This was an improvement. "In my pocket."

He pushed two fingers into me and we both groaned. I guess telling me the location of the condom made it my job to find it and put it on him, but I was too busy being finger fucked to focus on frisking him.

He fucked me slowly, his fingers twisting and spreading, and he brushed against that awesome place inside me, low and towards the front. The mythical g-spot, a place most men couldn't find with a treasure map and flashing lights to guide them in. Mateo found it with unerring precision, every time, and my back arched off the floor.

"Fuck." I clawed at his shirt. He had a beautiful body and I loved when he was naked, but it wasn't a priority at the moment. His shirt gave me something to cling to as he worked his fingers inside me.

"That's it." He braced himself above me on one arm, his face close enough to kiss. "God, you're so hot. I want to watch you come."

I wrapped one leg around him, leaving myself open wide and letting him feel how much he affected me. He thrust with his hand and followed with his hips. His cock slid against me, slipping through my moisture and pressing hard into my apex. He wanted inside as much as I wanted him there, but he didn't remove his hand.

"Touch yourself." Mateo thrust extra hard with the request and pressed against my clit with his thumb. I jerked and tried to focus on his words. He'd already brought me close to orgasm in no time at all. The second I touched myself, I knew I'd come and I wasn't ready to be done.

"No." I shook my head in rhythm to the motion of my hips. I wanted his cock, but damn his fingers felt so good, stroking and working me higher.

He licked up the column of my throat, then bit my ear hard, worrying his teeth back and forth. I groaned and tried not to think about the growing number of marks I'd have to find a way to hide from Crimson when we were done.

"Do it." He growled the words into my ear and they rumbled over my body and brought my skin to life. I started to shake my head again and he nipped at my neck, biting the sensitive flesh where neck blends into shoulder. "Do it or I'll stop."

His hand stilled then, his fingers inside me but unmoving.

"Fuck. Okay."

I moved as slowly as I could and he watched my hand move across my body. When I brushed a finger tip against my clit, my hips jerked involuntarily and he started fucking me again.

"Goddamn, that's sexy." His voice was breathy and reverent, and his hand kept a steady pace.

I circled my clit slow and easy. I was ridiculously wet and my fingers slipped through the moisture, sliding down to touch his hand and brush against his cock. He gasped and thrust forward again, pushing his cock into my hand. He was hard and pulsing and covered with my arousal. I wrapped my hand around him, circling and stroking down his length.

"No." He jerked his hips back, but his fingers kept working inside me. "Only you." He held himself out of my reach.

Tension and heat built low in my cunt. I was on the verge of breaking open from his relentless, probing fingers. I dragged my own fingers through my wetness, sliding against his, and slipping inside with them. I slid higher, close enough to come from the feel of his breath panting against my skin and knowing that I wouldn't last.

If this is what he wanted, to watch me finger myself until I came, I would give it to him, but it wouldn't be much of a show. I pressed against my clit and my finger slid along the raised, distended length. I was engorged, hard, and too fucking sensitive.

"That's it." He dropped his hips again, letting his cock press against me, pushing his fingers deeper.

I circled my clit, working it smoothly, with precision. A few seconds later, I clenched hard around his fingers and came with a strangled moan. Mateo lurched forward, resting his weight against me, and forced his tongue into my mouth to swallow my sounds.

"God, you're good at that," I said with a gasp. I dropped my head against the floor, my body loose and floaty in happy post-orgasm bliss.

The tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open got my attention and I looked up. I watched as he rolled the condom down his shaft, stroking and staring at me with an intense, heated look on his face. I licked my lips and shifted slightly, opening my legs wider. God, I wanted him inside me.

"You're so fucking hot. Damn, Roni, you have no idea what you do to me." He positioned his cock at my opening, pushing the very tip inside. He swiveled his hips, dragging through my sex and arousal.

I looked at him deliberately, one eyebrow raised, and said, "I have a pretty good idea." Then I ran a finger up the length of his cock, pausing when I reached the rim of the condom.

He laughed and grabbed my hands in his. He pinned them to the floor next to my head. And that move, the overt control and ownership, the primal declaration, was so ridiculously sexy. I was ready to combust and still he lingered at my opening.

"Please, fuck me." I gasped out the request. I couldn't help it. He was the type of guy to deprive himself, delay his own pleasure, just to torment his partner. I wasn't in the mood to be tormented. I just wanted to be fucked hard enough to feel it for days after.

He smiled, his mouth a crooked, careless line that thrilled me, and then he pushed forward, smooth, easy, and deep. God, did he feel good inside me. He was long and wide and filled me perfectly.

"Yes." Goddamn. I wanted to say more, to exclaim and shout and beg and cry. Instead I was locked beneath him, his weight pressing against me and his mouth suddenly on mine. He kissed me slowly as he pulled out. Then he thrust his tongue into my mouth in time with his hips, fucking my mouth and my pussy at the same time.

He didn't fuck gently. He committed fully, pushing as deep as possible with every stroke, bottoming out inside me and pushing farther still until I was stretched and panting for reprieve. And I couldn't breathe with his tongue in my mouth, lapping at my lips, my tongue, my teeth. I twisted my head to the side and gulped air. He laughed and raised up slightly, only to drop his weight onto his hands, with mine pinned underneath.

"Keep these here." He pressed me heavily into the floor, showing me where to keep my hands. I nodded, light-headed and confused about everything except the feel of him inside me.

"Good girl." And then he braced his hands against my thighs, pushing my legs open obscenely wide, his cock sliding even deeper. He moved his hips, retracted slightly, then pressed forward.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

Everything went a little blurry. I was reduced to pure sensation, to the powerful strokes as he thrust into me. He was done playing, done teasing, and set on fucking me through the floor. Even at his primal, pounding best, though, he was still thoughtful. He took--God did he take--what he wanted while watching my reaction the whole time. He adjusted, pushed deeper, slowed, only to go faster, all exactly when I needed it.

"I'm close." He grunted, a fine slick sheen of sweat coating his face and neck. I wished that I'd taken the time to get him naked. I loved the cut of his muscles, his perfect smooth skin. I wanted to lick the exertion from his chest, and bite his nipples.

I was not, however, ready for him to come. "Not yet." I gritted my teeth while keeping my hands where he put them.

"Roni. . ." He didn't slow his thrusts, and he kept driving into me and my body rose to meet him. Curling tension built inside me, but I wanted more.

"Not yet."

He grabbed my hips and hiked me up until only my head and shoulders touched the floor. Back arched, legs tight around his waist, I let him use me. At that angle, he went just a little deeper, touched me just a little different, and the pressure inside me spiraled. His fingers dug into my ass, kneading in counterpoint to his thrusts, jerking me forward to meet him, then pulling me back.

"I have to." He tremored inside me, his cock jerking and swelling, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Almost." I was so close, driven by his hard length pulsing and pushing into me. And then I was flying, let loose as my body came apart beneath him. "Now."

"Thank God." He thrust into me twice more, then held. His back, arms, legs, everything, trembled and he jerked arrhythmically then collapsed on top of me, heavy and possessive. He panted into my throat, his breath hot and wet against my skin. I loved him like this, spent and exhausted and vulnerable. We stayed like that long enough for my body to cool and the rug burn on my shoulder to make itself known. It was totally worth it.

"Tell me why we ever stopped doing that." He groaned, far more articulate than I was in that moment.

I laughed. "Conflict of interest." Specifically, he had found my badge and gun in my purse when he was looking for a condom while I was in the bathroom. Instead of the sex I'd expected, I found him with my gun in his hands, my badge on the floor, and a very scary look on his face. After a brutally brief conversation, we decided it would be best if we went our separate ways. At the time, it seemed prudent since I didn't want to die of a bullet from my own gun. Later I'd done some basic searches and found Mateo. And then Luis. And then vomited in the trashcan next to my desk at work.

He tensed slightly, but didn't move. "That's right. You're a cop. Why is that so easy to forget?"

"Are you kidding?" I rubbed my hands over his shaved head. It was damp with sweat and the stubble bit against my palms. "I can't even remember my name right now."






My Review:

Okay, I don't even know how to start this review except to say FAN. FRIGGIN. TASTIC!!! (I mean, did you read that excerpt???)

Attention all you readers and bloggers who stick your noses up at reading novellas and therefore don't give them a chance: GET OVER IT! Cuz if the writer is good, you won't miss anything that a full length novel has (except maybe for the time you can't get back). Braxton Cole knows what she's doing. You are in great hands here and I highly recommend this novella.

For starters if you like the shmexy - dayum. DAYUM. Absolutely panty-melting, yummalicious, gimme-sum-o-dat, filthy, dirty, nasty, monkey lovin'! But what makes it more than just hot is that Braxton takes the time to include the emotion in the sizzle. Roni and Mateo can't be together cuz she's a cop and he's a criminal and that means angst neither of them will admit to out loud (and for awhile not even to themselves)...but you can clearly feel it when reading the explosive, imaginative sex scenes. I was rooting for them, even though I knew it was as impossible a situation as they did.

Oh yeah...and Mateo's effin' sex-ay. Shhhhiiiiiiiizle. This story takes place around Los Angeles. I live in Los Angeles. Where's my Mateo? Guys like him are not on Match.

What? 

Next, even though it's written in first person from Roni's point of view, we are given clear insight into what Mateo's viewpoint might be based on Ronnie's observations of his body language and speech. I've found this to be a rare quality in the erotic romance genre so I appreciated it a lot. I didn't feel like I'd read only half a book and I didn't feel like the characters weren't fully developed like I usually do reading first person. So, well done there, Ms. Cole.

Last, there's some danger and intrigue thrown in for good measure as Roni is undercover trying to bust a  gangsta-drug-Lord-illegal-drag-race-runnin' creep bucket who will kill them BOTH if they get caught bumpin' uglies and her cover is blown. Nail biter!

My only very minor complaints with this story are that I might've liked a little more of the intrigue and maybe the ending was wrapped up a little too neatly, but hey...who cares. That's a complaint for the sake of complaint. Blown is definitely worth the read and I look forward to checking out Braxton's other works, Birthday Wishes (The List: Book 1 - available now) and All Wrapped Up (The List: Book 2 - coming in July).

Rating: Four and a half smooches! (out of 5)    smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss      


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6 comments:

  1. Wowza!!!! the excerpt was Hot from the word go!!! lol this is definitely a must read!!!
    Thank you for the giveaway!!
    angelalove@uwmail.com

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  2. Hot!Hot! Hot review!! I've read" Blown" and let me tell you, I was absolutely" Blown" away by how real and sexy Braxton made the characters and the scenes! She really pulled it off, giving the reader such a clear, yet steamy visual of every single action between Roni and Mateo! I love an author who can give you a "movie" to read! I feel as if I actually watched this story rather than just reading it!
    And the review by you,Deliza? Incredibly entertaining!! I just adore your wonderfully witty way of portraying your mind to your viewers! Count me as one of your new fans, chica!! ;-)
    Kisses!
    ~Chas <3

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    1. Aw thanks, Chas! I believe you've made my day. ♥

      Thank you for stopping by. :-)

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  3. I just love when I can read it a book and see it playing out like a movie in my head. It makes it so much easier to get into!!! And this book is one of them!!

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