Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Restored by Kate Canterbary

RESTORED Banner About Restored: Restored Can a reformed player ever truly play by someone else's rules? Sam Walsh has finally put an end to decades of self-destruction, turned over a healthy new leaf, and now he's ready to call himself a married man. But love and marriage are only the beginning, and life is about to get much more complicated. Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit? Tiel Desai never imagined herself getting married again, and before she can blink, she's swept up into the Walsh wedding whirlwind. If that chaos isn't enough, she's also busy winning over her future in-laws, grappling with a bumpy adjustment to her new job, and staying afloat when a string of disappointments hit. They're building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past? Sam and Tiel beat back their demons and learned to love each other, but love might not be enough to solve every problem that crawls their way. Buy Links: Amazon US | UK | AU | CA | Apple | B&N | Kobo


Excerpt:
I stumbled inside and then into Sam's workshop, and found him running boards through the circular saw. He was dressed in a black tank top and the old pair of low-slung jeans he always wore when he was woodworking. And the battered gloves. Jesus, there was something about jeans, a tank top, and work gloves that screamed "Come a little closer so I can defile you."
That look turned my thoughts into dark, sticky molasses.
There had been times when I'd tried to look at him in this gear without turning into a stuttering pile of hormones, but it always ended with me climbing him like a tree.
I boosted myself up on the edge of the work table and watched his arms and shoulders flexing against the saw's vibrations. He hadn't lost any of that lumberjacked strength.
Slow, slow molasses.
When he finished, he shifted the safety glasses to the top of his head and shoved his gloves in his back pocket. "Why are you sitting on my table and looking guilty?" he asked.
"I'm having some very dirty thoughts about you right now, and I got drunk at lunch and I broke Shannon," I blurted.
Sam braced his hands on either side of me and leaned forward. "Tell me all your dirty thoughts, drunk girl."
Oh, hell. Those arms.
I was raking my gaze over them like they were fresh meat.
"I broke Shannon," I repeated, but instead of retreating, Sam moved farther into my space. His lips coasted over my neck and across my chest. He pulled my sweater down, exposing the swell of my breasts. He buried his face there, kissing, licking, sucking.
"Was this one of your dirty thoughts?" he asked.
There were going to be marks. Little red spots where his teeth closed around my tender flesh with the right amount of pressure to leave memories tomorrow, but not enough to break the skin. They felt like everything, all at once, and I loved it.
"I have to confess my sins," I said, gasping as Sam's tongue found my nipple. "Lunch was really bad. I said all the wrong things at lunch and then Riley had to pick me up, and now he's off fixing plaster because it's quiet."
Sam gazed up at me from between my breasts, his eyebrow arched. "Is Shannon in immediate danger?"
"Unlikely," I said, thinking back to Tattooed-and-Toweled in her apartment, and his fierce, possessive stare.
"Outstanding," he said as he hauled me off the table. "I'm gonna take advantage of you now, drunk girl. Let's go talk about your dirty thoughts."
Sam marched me into our bedroom, one hand locked on my breast, the other unlatching my belt. His mouth was on my neck, and I could feel him hard against my backside.
"You look like you could do terrible things to me, and then smile about it."
"Oh, I really could," he said, his hand sliding into my jeans.




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 About Kate Canterbary: Kate Canterbary doesn't have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean--Pacific or Atlantic--is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people--be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane--ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn't writing sexy architects, she's scheduling her days around the region's best food trucks. Links: Facebook Page | Facebook Reader Group | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page Restored Social Share Pic Rafflecopter Embed Code: a Rafflecopter giveaway
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