Tuesday, May 26

***Re-Release Day Blitz Review, Excerpt & Giveaway*** Rough by Skye Warren

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Title: Rough
Series: Chicago Underground #1
Author: Skye Warren
Release Date: May 26, 2015
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Purchase Links: Amazon US  /  Amazon UK

Blurb 

I’m a cautionary tale. A statistic. A victim. A single teenage mother from the poor part of town. Most of the time I’m too busy working and struggling to care what people think. Survival doesn’t come easy. 

I have a dark secret, a pressure valve, a rare moment just for myself. On these nights I visit a club. There I find men who give me what I need. 

Men like Colin. 

But he wants more than a few stolen hours. He demands more than my body. He wants my heart and soul—my happily ever after. I never thought I’d be Cinderella. I never thought a man that rough could be my prince.



Our Review

Rough is my first Skye Warren read and I was glued to my seat while reading the start of Allie and Colin’s story. A quick read that I devoured in one sitting, their story is equal parts mystery and intrigue interspersed with sweet seduction and panty melting sexy times. With mostly serious themes, some well placed laugh out loud moments made for a stellar reading experience.

Allie realizes she’s pregnant after violently losing her virginity to one of the two people she actually trusted in her life, her friend Andrew. When her father finds out she’s pregnant and kicks her out, she’s left all alone with only her best friend Shelly and the clothes on her back.

Fast forward two years and she, her daughter and her best friend Shelly are living in a rundown apartment building trying to make ends meet working at a bakery. Once or twice a month she goes to a club to have anonymous, rough and dirty sex as a way to cope with her past and as one of the only ways to feel close to another person even if only for a little bit. Never getting too close to another man again has been her goal since the men in her life have never been trustworthy.

Enter the dark and mysterious Colin. They meet one night after Allie spots him at the club and suspects that he is the perfect kind of guy to give her exactly what she craves. But Colin doesn’t act the way she expects when it comes to sex with her. Confused and a little wary of her strong feelings for Colin, Allie tries to put him out of her mind. But when she makes another trip to the same club a few weeks later and a different guy takes her idea of rough too far, Colin is there to save her. This starts a relationship that Allie is unsure of but wants nonetheless.

Throughout much of the book, it seems Colin only speaks very briefly and not very often. He is so mysterious that I still have no real grasp on who he is or what he wants with Allie. It seems obvious that he is attracted to her and does genuinely care about her and her daughter, but there remains pieces of his very closed off life, his suspicious family and his odd jobs that don’t add up. He also seems to know things about Allie that she hasn’t told him, and his life outside of Allie is a complete black hole of information.

With Colin’s reluctance to bare much of himself to Allie and the odd ending to the story, I’m left with more questions than answers. That is really the only reason this isn’t a least a star higher. The writing was excellent, Allie was a great heroine being both strong and smart,  and add to that the suspense of the story being brilliantly written and Skye Warren has a new fan. I’m anxiously awaiting Hard, the next book in Allie and Colin’s story and hoping that I get the answers I’m desperately needing.


 3.5 “Roughly Mysterious” Stars

Reviewed by Paige

Guest reviewing for A is for Alphas and B is for Books Blog



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Excerpt 

He walked me backward, and we made out against the round fake-wood table, his hands running over my sides, my back. Avoiding the good parts like we were two horny teenagers in our parents’ basements, new to this. I shuddered at the thought. This was all wrong. His hands were too light. I was half under him already, my hips cradling his, so I surged up and nipped at his lip. Predictably his body jerked, and he thrust his hips down onto me.

Yes. That’s what I need. I softened my body, surrendering to him.

“Bed,” he murmured against my lips.

We stripped at the same time, both eager. I wanted to see his body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the room. Then he kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to wonder. The cheap bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands stroked over my breasts and then played gently with my nipples.

My body responded, turning liquid, but something was wrong.

I’d had this problem before. Not everyone wanted to play rough, but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles were hard, the pads of his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could touch me so softly. Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why didn’t he?

I wanted him to have his nasty way with me, but every sweet caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do whatever he wanted with me, but not this.

“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.”

Instead his hands gentled. The one that had been holding my breast traced the curve around and under.

I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?”

He reached down, still breathing heavily, and pressed a finger lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the moisture. I gasped, rocking my hips to follow his finger.

“You like this,” he said.

Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused but too aware. I needed the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.”

Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the ferocity of his expression.

In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my stomach. I lost my breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid under my body between my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told, though, and ground against me, using my hair as a handle.

That small pain on my scalp was perfection, sharp and sweet. Numbness spread through me, as did relief.

The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but that was okay. I was only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from behind.

I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay that way all night.

At least that’s what usually happened. Not this time. Instead I felt light strokes on my hair, my arms, my back. His cock pulsed hot against my thigh, but he didn’t try to put it inside me, not in any of the places it would almost fit. His hands on me didn’t even feel sexual. He petted me, and I arched into his caress.

“Why did you stop?” I meant it to come out demanding, but instead I sounded weak. I hated sounding weak, especially about sex. He may be the one with the cock and the fists, but I called the shots. I had to.

“Allie, shhh. It’s okay.” He was trying to soothe me, and it was working. He turned me back over and began to kiss me, still murmuring words against my lips. “I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry. Relax.” More words than he’d spoken all night.

I was lost, my emotions all jumbled up from my arousal and my high and subsequent low, at the mercy of this stranger.

What’s happening to me? I needed to get back to something I knew. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, to center me. I whimpered, hoping he’d understand. “Shhh.” He arranged my arms and legs so that they were splayed open on the bed and then kissed his way down my stomach.

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Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romantic fiction.

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