Blog Tour & 5 Heart Reviews – Close, Laurelin Paige

October 11, 2018 By

 

 

 

CLOSE (Ryder Brothers #1) by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: October 10th

Cover Design: Laurelin Paige

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography

Cover Model: Kaz Vanderwaard

 

 

 

 

 

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Sandra's Review

g JD to the list. Yay! Ok..back to Nick Ryder.
Natalia is thirty-six. Nick is twenty-three. She is a well-known actress and bombshell. He is an ex boy bander and now solo artist. They run in the same circles in Hollywood but never met until one night when Natalia decides to let loose on the dance floor with her two best friends. Sparks flew when Nick danced with her. Everyone on the dance floor could see that. But she ran even after some added heat to the fire later that night. She was Hollywood’s good girl. It took her years to become that image. She couldn’t let it go for a much younger man even if it was Nick Ryder. A man who made her weak in the knees with just one touch.
Nick wanted her. She was a fantasy come to life. She was a wet dream. He felt the way she wanted him too so why does she keep running in the other direction when they see each other? He was now determined to make her see that they could be together. One night. Then two. Texts turn into more but could more turn into more than a fling?
Can Natalia let go of her image? Can Nick really be ready to be with someone of her age? Does it even matter? Age is just a number. If the roles were reversed nobody would bat an eye!
I love Nick and Natalia. Their banter. Their passion. Their story. You could feel their happiness within the pages. You could also feel their insecurities. It’s a sexy story but it’s more than that. It was definitely more emotional then I thought it would be. Yes. I cried. I really did. I also laughed. And I most certainly got hot and bothered. Damn. I can’t wait for what Kayti has in store for the next book.
Quotes:
But somehow, wordlessly, Nick Ryder and I are commiserating. The unique loneliness of fame has its own beat, and we’re dancing to it.
She’s a goddess. She’s an angel. She’s liquid inspiration, and I want to drink every last drop of her.
I want to own every one of her filthiest memories.

Close is the first book in the Ryder Brothers series by the talented Laurelin Paige. Each brother gets his own book written by a different author! I love this idea. Want by Kayti McGee and More by J.D. Hawkins. I have never read anything by Kayti or J.D. so I’m very excited to get my hands on these. I’ve been a fan of Laurelin’s for a very long time. She writes always sexy heroes and heroines and I have to say Nick and Natalie are a few of my favorites. Sexy younger rockstar, older good girl, America’s Sweetheart actress. An unlikely couple, but from their first encounter the chemistry is off the charts. So maybe Nick fantasized about Natalia over the years. But now he knows the woman. She’s fun, sexy, smart and dedicated to her career. Natalia needs no strings sex in her life and the younger rock god is just who she needs. They have fun in and out of the bedroom, but what happens when emotions get involved. Will Natalia run scared? Will Nick let her go? I loved this story! Nick and Natalia are so great together. I love how mature and adult he is. I never once thought, oh my he’s so young. He never had a problem talking about his feelings and I love that in a man. He also has a very filthy mouth! Overall I laughed, had to fan myself, was cheering for her and smiled a lot. I can’t wait to see what Kayti has in store for us!

 

God, I could write a whole song about her mouth. I could have the whole thing composed tonight if I just stayed here kissing her, nothing but kissing her.

 

“We’re all jealous because you have the chance to touch his penis. With your vagina. And we’re all going to think you’re lame if you don’t.”

 

I’m putting myself on the line, inviting her to change paths in our relationship, and there’s every chance she’ll break my heart. But the risk is worth it. Because the reward is getting her.

 

 

 

 

 

BLURB

Everyone wants to get close to a rock star.

The bright lights.

The music.

Those talented fingers strumming… a guitar.

Everyone wants to bang a rock star.

So why do I keep running from the one who wants me?

I’m America’s Sweetheart.

I have a reputation.

He’s a boy-band icon turned rock god.

I’m vanilla.

He’s every flavor of bad.

And he’s much, much too young for me.

If I end up in Nick Ryder’s bed, my career and I will both be screwed.

…but that’s only if I’m caught.

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

“Hi,” he says, doing a double-take when he realizes it’s me. He looks fabulous, of course, because why wouldn’t he when I look so scrubby? He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a hoodie, and his face doesn’t look like he’s tired, or like he stayed up late to drink too much and tear up the dance floor.

Or like he spent last night making out with somebody more than a decade older than him.

“It’s crazy seeing you here,” I say. I giggle again at the sheer ridiculousness of this. “Do you come here often?” What am I doing? What am I saying? It’s like I just learned how to talk to people of the opposite sex. How have I ever gotten a date?

Not that I’m trying to date Nick.

“Occasionally. You?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and he’s so relaxed, so sexy, and I just can’t stand all that swagger on such a handsome guy that I am not allowed to touch. It’s unfair for anyone to look so effortlessly edible before nine a.m.

“It’s my favorite shop. Come here all the time.” I take a couple steps backwards, trying to shift toward my car. “I probably should—”

“Don’t you think it’s probably more than a coincidence?” He takes a step towards me, and I take one back, willing myself not to respond to the rumble of his deep voice and the magnetism of his body. “That we’d see each other again so soon. Kind of like fate, almost.”

Oh my god, Oh my god, he’s flirting with me. What do I do? He’s so hot, I can’t even look at him. But then I do, and I have total church-giggles over this, and I have to escape before I make an even bigger fool out of myself. Someone is bound to notice that I am losing my cool, and they’ll draw conclusions that aren’t even true.

It was just kissing!

“It’s really weird, I have to admit.” I dance back some more, then glance behind me to make sure I’m not going to back into the street and get run over and make this even worse. “And really awkward.” I brush some hair back that’s come loose from the messy bun at the base of my neck.

He shrugs, seeming to disagree. And it’s true that I’m the only one who seems to be awkward right now. “I don’t know about that. Doesn’t have to be awkward. Could just be convenient. Since I never got your phone number.”

If I didn’t think he was flirting before, I know he definitely is now. I don’t want to say no to him, but I have to say no to him. He cannot have my number. Can’t have anything more than a memory of a scorching-hot make-out in the back of a club. What we did was not for a sunlit day. It was for a dark corner. And yet, I still can’t seem to actually say the word no. So instead I say, “Why do you need my phone number?”

Oh my god, this is mortifying. It really is like I’m in high school again and I’ve forgotten not only how to talk to boys but how to stand in their presence.

He takes another step toward me, laughing. “Well, for one thing, I thought it might be nice if we had dinner sometime.”

He has the most ridiculous smile, I realize. It lights up his entire face. You can see it in his eyes, and there’s no pretension. It’s all genuine. Pure sunshine. I’m rendered speechless by it for half a second and I have to ask, “What was that?”

“Dinner,” he says, that huge-ass grin in full force, taking another step toward me, and now there’s only three feet between us, and I can feel the body heat from him, can remember what it felt like the last time he walked me backwards into a wall and then his body was pressing into me, and his mouth was on me. When his chest was against me, when his cock was pressing into me and my hips—

I suddenly jump backwards. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I look around suddenly to see if anyone’s noticed this exchange yet.

It’s fine, it’s still fine.

We’re just two people who work in the same industry who bumped into each other on a Saturday morning and are chatting like people do on Saturday mornings when they bump into each other. While giggling. Totally fine.

“What are you worried about, Natalia?” He doesn’t chase after me, just stands there looking confident and laid-back. Like a man trying to tempt a scared animal out from hiding. “I mean—I do bite, but most women like it.”

I smile at that, because I can’t help it, but I duck so he doesn’t see.

He’s probably so much more experienced than me.

He’s probably so dirty in the bedroom.

God, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” I say, shaking my head. I turn toward my car.

“No, you shouldn’t be,” he calls from behind me, and I have to actually close my eyes to collect myself because it’s obvious he’s thinking about doing not-talking things. Things like last night. Things like biting.

Things good girls have no business being so turned on by.

I tell myself he probably says stuff like that to all the girls who walk away from him.

But who am I kidding? Who has ever walked away from Nick Ryder? Besides me, I mean. Twice now. I deserve an Oscar for my willpower. That should be a new category.

“Bye, Nick,” I call as I flee with my coffee.

Then I step into my car, put my keys in the ignition and drive away before I lose my senses and change my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Laurelin

With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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