Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Xpresso Presents Eversea by Natasha Boyd Book Blitz



Eversea by Natasha Boyd
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance 
Publication date: June 10th 2013

Synopsis:

• An orphaned small-town southern girl, burdened by responsibility and stuck in time.

• A Hollywood A-list mega-star, on the run from his latest scandal and with everything to lose.

• A chance encounter that leads to an unlikely arrangement and epic love affair that will change them both forever.

When his co-star and real-life girlfriend is caught cheating on him with her married and much older director, A-list hottie, Jack Eversea, finds himself in sleepy Butler Cove, South Carolina. Jack hopes the sultry southern heat in this tiny coastal Lowcountry town will hide him not only from the tabloids and his cheating girlfriend, but his increasingly vapid life and the people who run it. He doesn’t count on meeting Keri Ann Butler. 

Keri Ann has relied on herself so long, dealing with her family’s death and the responsibilities of keeping up her family’s historic mansion, that boys and certainly the meager offering of eligible boys in Butler Cove, have never figured into her equation. But fate has other plans. Suddenly face to face with the man who played the movie role of her favorite fictional character, Jack has Keri Ann yearning for everything she has previously avoided ... and Jack must decide whether this funny, sassy girl is worth changing his life for, before his mistakes catch up to him.

Eversea is a FINALIST in the Winter Rose Unpublished Contest for 2013

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Teaser:

Jack’s lips were warm and soft next to the rough skin of his chin, and I drew closer to him like a magnet, needing to press my body, my skin, against his. But there were two layers of fabric between us, and I became aware of the cool press of his wet t-shirt. 

“You need to take this off,” I managed. My voice sounded raspy to my own ears as I made to lift the fabric. 

He let go of me and reached behind his neck. Gathering a handful of shirt, he peeled it forward over his head. 

My breath left me as I came face to chest with his perfectly sculpted body. The firelight played across his skin and his flexed abdominal muscles as he leaned back on his haunches slightly to lay the shirt out by the fire. 

Without thinking, I brought the flat of my hand up to the center of his chest below his collarbone. His skin was cool to the touch and smooth. 

He stilled where he was, leaning slightly away from me on his knees and brought his eyes to mine. 

I very slowly ran my palm down over the ridges and planes of his chest, pausing for a moment when I noticed the hard beat of his heart. His eyes got darker and broodier as my hand continued it’s slow journey downward. His breathing changed, as did my own in response. My eyes dropped to follow my hand as it reached the belt buckle of his black jeans. 

“You should take these off, too.” My words came out as a whisper.

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Teaser:

My cold hands found Jack’s warm, smooth skin. 

He tensed under my touch, his eyes now slate grey in the darkened hall. 

Jack’s hand came up to my face, and his thumb brushed over my lips like when my tongue had accidentally found him. This time he pushed it against my lips, seeking entry. I hesitated a split second before sucking him into my mouth to taste the tang of his skin. Jack’s breathing hitched as he fed it to me, sliding it in and out against my tongue. His mouth grew taut, his nostrils flaring slightly, his gaze pinned on the action. 

Watching his reactions, my own breath had grown shallow and irregular. My pulse was spiking, the heat inside of me swirling up between us like a fever. 

Slowly he pulled his thumb out and rubbed the wet pad across my lower lip pulling my lip down. 

The laughing was over. 

Every point of contact my body had with Jack’s was like a conduit for an ever-increasing maelstrom of feeling. The feel of his rough denim clad hips under my bare thigh, the press of his hardness against my apex, and the warm skin of his hand as it roamed up my thigh and waist to my neck, to my chest. His mouth. My heart. 

Jack tugged my scarf from its loosely wound place at my neck. In moments, his hand cupped my breast through my dress, his thumb running across my nipple. 

My breath came in ragged pants. “Jack ...” I managed, my chest involuntarily thrusting forward into his hand. 

His lips quirked. “What about this?” he whispered roughly and slipped his fingers under the low neckline of my dress, tugging it and my bra down. He feathered a light touch around my bare nipple in the cool air. 

“Gah ...,” I mumbled. 

He chuckled, and then his warm hand palmed my breast more fully and I moaned. 

Jack’s eyes flickered. Sliding down my body, he bent his legs and hooked my other leg around him. He stood up quickly, taking my weight, his hands on my bare thighs and pressed me firmly back against the wall. 

I gasped and grabbed onto his broad shoulders to steady myself. 

Jack’s face was intense as he lowered his mouth to mine. He stopped millimeters away—his breath softly fanning my lips. 

“Are you sure?” he whispered. 

I nodded. “Yes.” 

He captured my mouth into a deep kiss and pressed himself hard against me. 

AUTHOR BIO:

Natasha Boyd is a writer with a background in marketing and public relations. She lives in the coastal Carolina Lowcountry, complete with Spanish moss, alligators and mosquitoes the size of tiny birds. She has a husband, two sons and a cat named Tuna. Eversea is her first full-length novel. 

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Teaser:

I swallowed my nerves as I let my eyes slide down his abs to the vee his hips made as they disappeared into his shorts. 

“You’d better stop that,” he said, his voice husky. 

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to kiss him again, but I didn’t want to be so forward. So I shook my head. 

“No?” he asked. 

“No.” 

I leaned back and rested my elbows behind me on the ledge, mimicking his stance. A challenge. I almost didn’t recognize this new me. 

His eyes narrowed as if he was trying to suss me out. I realized my position had thrust my bikini-clad chest forward, but it was too late to suddenly get shy. 

“Come here,” he commanded, quietly. 

I held his eyes. “You come here,” I countered. 

His dimple reappeared as he shook his head slightly with a small lopsided and bemused smile, and then he swam four strong freestyle strokes to stand in front of me. 

I stayed perfectly still as he held my eyes. His wet skin and hair made his eyes startling. Then he stepped forward between my legs, pushing my feet apart. My pulse tripped over itself. 

“This is a good spot,” he murmured, echoing my unformed thoughts exactly. His hands came to my bare waist, the water allowing his skin to slide across mine.

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