Thursday, October 12, 2017

Book Blitz + Giveaway: Obsession by Vivian Wood


ADULT/ROMANCE FANS: are you ready for your next Obsession? It had to be done. October 9th saw the release of Vivian Wood's steamy second installment and follow-up to Addiction, Obsession and I can confirm that all of her fans have just fainted from it. 

We're talking full-on-fainting and swooning, ladies and gents. But don't take my word for it. Vivian Wood has made a name for herself in the world of romance and this latest release is sure to be a hot topic amongst the genres most die-hard fans. Which is why I'm so excited to celebrate its release with you guys and give you all the dirty details of Obsession--follow the cut for more information and a giveaway.



 

Obsession
Vivian Wood
(Addicted Duet, #2)
Publication date: October 9th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author Vivian Wood
Secrets can kill.
Harper wanted Sean to dominate her, to degrade her… and she loved every second of it. Every hot, gasping-for-breath, clenching-the-sheets moment. She loved to have him looming over her, dictating her every move. She got off on it.
But now it’s too real. Their relationship has gotten complicated and dark, fast.
For Sean, Harper is more than just a good f*ck. She’s quickly becoming an obsession. When she pulls him from the fire yet again, he can’t pretend that she’s not the center of his world.
But Harper’s got secrets too, and hers are twice as deadly. When she finally starts to unravel, they will both have to find a way to save themselves — and each other — if they want to stay together.
EXCERPT:
Sean​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​late,​ ​aware​ ​from​ ​the​ ​way​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​poured​ ​through​ ​the​ ​window​ ​that​ ​it​ ​was close​ ​to​ ​mid-day.​ ​Sean​ ​groaned​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​his​ ​phone.​ ​Almost​ ​eleven.
He​ ​hadn’t​ ​heard​ ​Harper​ ​at​ ​all.​ ​Normally,​ ​he​ ​was​ ​woken​ ​up​ ​by​ ​her​ ​grinding​ ​of​ ​smoothies in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​for​ ​her​ ​pre-gym​ ​protein.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​himself​ ​out​ ​of​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​adjusted​ ​his morning​ ​erection.​ ​Already,​ ​dreams​ ​of​ ​the​ ​previous​ ​night​ ​escaped​ ​him,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​they were​ ​all​ ​Harper.​ ​They​ ​always​ ​were.
“Hey,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​opened​ ​his​ ​bedroom​ ​door.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​A​ ​book rested​ ​on​ ​her​ ​knees.
“Hi,”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​For​ ​once,​ ​the​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face​ ​was​ ​easy​ ​and​ ​natural.​ ​It was​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​since​ ​they’d​ ​moved​ ​in​ ​together.
“You​ ​haven’t​ ​eaten?”​ ​he​ ​asked.
She​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head.​ ​“Not​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mood​ ​for​ ​a​ ​smoothie,”​ ​she​ ​said. “How​ ​about​ ​brunch?”
“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said.
He​ ​made​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​kitchen.​ ​Yesterday,​ ​when​ ​she​ ​asked​ ​him​ ​to​ ​cook​ ​for​ ​her,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a sign.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​his​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​her.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​half-dozen​ ​eggs​ ​from​ ​the​ ​fridge and​ ​the​ ​packet​ ​of​ ​English​ ​muffins.​ ​He​ ​cracked​ ​the​ ​shells​ ​and​ ​started​ ​to​ ​whisk​ ​egg​ ​yolks with​ ​lemon​ ​juice​ ​in​ ​a​ ​stainless​ ​steel​ ​bowl​ ​for​ ​the​ ​hollandaise​ ​sauce.
He​ ​heated​ ​a​ ​saucepan​ ​with​ ​a​ ​thin​ ​layer​ ​of​ ​water.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​drizzled​ ​in​ ​butter​ ​and​ ​watched the​ ​sauce​ ​thicken​ ​and​ ​double​ ​in​ ​size,​ ​he​ ​sensed​ ​Harper​ ​behind​ ​him.​ ​Afraid​ ​to​ ​say anything,​ ​worried​ ​that​ ​it​ ​might​ ​scare​ ​her​ ​away,​ ​he​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​the​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​cayenne. “Are​ ​you​ ​making​ ​eggs​ ​benedict?”​ ​she​ ​asked.
“Yeah.”
“I​ ​didn’t​ ​know​ ​people​ ​actually​ ​made​ ​that.”
He​ ​laughed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​brown​ ​the​ ​bacon​ ​in​ ​a​ ​skillet.​ ​“Did​ ​you​ ​think​ ​they​ ​just appeared?”
“I​ ​don’t​ ​know!”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​handed​ ​her​ ​two​ ​English​ ​muffins​ ​to​ ​toast.​ ​“I​ ​thought​ ​they were​ ​really​ ​hard.​ ​Like,​ ​only​ ​chefs​ ​made​ ​them.”
“They’re​ ​not​ ​hard,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​broke​ ​another​ ​egg​ ​into​ ​the​ ​water​ ​and​ ​reduced​ ​the​ ​heat​ ​to a​ ​simmer.
“How​ ​do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​when​ ​they’re​ ​done?”​ ​she​ ​asked.​ ​Harper​ ​peered​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan. “Practice,”​ ​he​ ​said.
“Thanks.”
“About​ ​three​ ​and​ ​a​ ​half​ ​minutes,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“Watch​ ​for​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​white​ ​to​ ​set​ ​but​ ​the​ ​yolk should ​​still​​ be ​​soft.”​​He​​ removed​​ one​​ of ​​the ​​eggs ​w​ith​​ a ​​slotted​​ spoon​​ and ​​let ​​it ​​drain over​ ​a​ ​paper​ ​towel.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​carefully​ ​assembled​ ​the​ ​benedict​ ​and​ ​spooned​ ​the​ ​poached​ ​egg on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bacon,​ ​he​ ​seasoned​ ​both​ ​plates​ ​with​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​pepper.​ ​Finally,​ ​with​ ​the hollandaise​ ​poured​ ​over​ ​them​ ​and​ ​a​ ​garnish​ ​of​ ​chopped​ ​parsley,​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​Harper​ ​her place.
She​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​it​ ​like​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​science​ ​experiment.​ ​Sean​ ​could​ ​see​ ​numbers​ ​and calculations​ ​flying​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face.​ ​“Just​ ​try​ ​it,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​gently.​ ​“It’s​ ​good​ ​for​ ​you.”
He​ ​ushered​ ​her​ ​towards​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​at​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​island​ ​and​ ​kept​ ​an​ ​eye​ ​on​ ​her​ ​while​ ​he​ ​put more​ ​bacon​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan​ ​and​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​pancake​ ​mix.​ ​“You’re​ ​making​ ​more?”​ ​she asked,​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​wide.
“You​ ​haven’t​ ​had​ ​breakfast​ ​or​ ​lunch,​ ​have​ ​you?”
She​ ​didn’t​ ​answer,​ ​but​ ​when​ ​he​ ​pushed​ ​the​ ​freshly​ ​cooked​ ​bacon​ ​onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​she made​ ​a​ ​face​ ​and​ ​started​ ​blotting​ ​at​ ​them.​ ​“How​ ​many​ ​calories​ ​are​ ​in​ ​bacon?”​ ​she​ ​asked. “Does​ ​it​ ​really​ ​matter?​ ​Just​ ​enjoy​ ​it.”
She​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​look​ ​like​ ​a​ ​surly​ ​teenager.​ ​He​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​as​ ​she​ ​nibbled​ ​on​ ​everything, going​ ​at​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​whites​ ​with​ ​more​ ​gusto​ ​than​ ​anything​ ​else.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​first​ ​batch​ ​of pancakes​ ​were​ ​done,​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​check​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dry​ ​piece​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​forked​ ​two onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​but​ ​Harper​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head​ ​vehemently.​ ​“No​ ​more,”​ ​she​ ​said.
He​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​her​ ​plate.​ ​For​ ​her,​ ​she’d​ ​ate​ ​a​ ​decent​ ​amount,​ ​though​ ​it​ ​still wasn’t​ ​nearly​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​count​ ​as​ ​sustenance.
“You​ ​interested​ ​in​ ​working​ ​out​ ​together​ ​again?”​ ​she​ ​asked.
“I​ ​don’t​ ​know.​ ​Maybe,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“It’s​ ​Sunday.​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​maybe​ ​we​ ​could​ ​lounge​ ​on​ ​the couch​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​a​ ​movie​ ​first.​ ​We​ ​can​ ​decide​ ​if​ ​we​ ​want​ ​to​ ​work​ ​out​ ​later.”
“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said​ ​reluctantly.
“Hey.​ ​How​ ​about​ ​you​ ​choose​ ​the​ ​movie?”
“Really?”​ ​she​ ​asked,​ ​brightening.
“Go​ ​on,​ ​I’ll​ ​clean​ ​up.”
Harper​ ​rushed​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room​ ​while​ ​he​ ​rinsed​ ​the​ ​dishes​ ​and​ ​loaded​ ​the​ ​dishwasher. By​ ​the​ ​time​ ​he​ ​made​ ​it​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room,​ ​she​ ​had​ ​​Mean​ ​Girls​ ​​queued​ ​up​ ​on​ ​Netflix. “Seriously?”​ ​he​ ​asked.
“You​ ​said​ ​I​ ​could​ ​choose.”​ ​She​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face​ ​that​ ​dared​ ​him​ ​to​ ​disagree.
They​ ​sat​ ​on​ ​opposite​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​like​ ​armies​ ​readying​ ​for​ ​battle.​ ​Eventually, Harper​ ​propped​ ​her​ ​feet​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch,​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​two-thirds​ ​of​ ​it.​ ​“You​ ​want​ ​a​ ​foot rub?”​ ​Sean​ ​asked.
She​ ​looked​ ​startled,​ ​but​ ​bit​ ​her​ ​lip​ ​and​ ​nodded.
He​ ​started​ ​at​ ​her​ ​perfectly​ ​white​ ​feet,​ ​cold​ ​to​ ​the​ ​touch.​ ​Sean​ ​warmed​ ​them,​ ​surprised​ ​at the​ ​softness—especially​ ​with​ ​all​ ​the​ ​working​ ​out​ ​and​ ​those​ ​insanely​ ​high​ ​heels​ ​she​ ​wore. When​ ​he​ ​worked​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​her​ ​bare​ ​calves,​ ​she​ ​didn’t​ ​react.​ ​The​ ​rolled-up​ ​boxers​ ​she wore​ ​as​ ​pajama​ ​bottoms​ ​had​ ​hiked​ ​up​ ​so​ ​high​ ​that​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​had​ ​miles​ ​of​ ​flesh​ ​to explore.
Sean​ ​reached​ ​her​ ​thigh​ ​and​ ​she​ ​squirmed.​ ​When​ ​he​ ​raised​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​to​ ​hers,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a hunger​ ​in​ ​there​ ​he​ ​hadn’t​ ​seen​ ​in​ ​weeks.​ ​She​ ​lunged​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​Her​ ​lips​ ​met​ ​his​ ​as​ ​her​ ​arms snaked​ ​around​ ​his​ ​neck.
Without​ ​thinking,​ ​he​ ​kissed​ ​her​ ​back.​ ​Harper’s​ ​hand​ ​twisted​ ​around​ ​the​ ​front​ ​of​ ​his tee-shirt​ ​and​ ​she​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​closer.​ ​That​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​desire,​ ​that​ dominance,​ ​was​ ​new​ ​in​ ​her. Any​ ​other​ ​time,​ ​he’d​ ​despise​ ​it,​ ​but​ ​something​ ​about​ ​it​ ​being​ ​her​ ​made​ ​him​ ​harden instantly.


Author Bio:
Vivian​ ​likes​ ​to​ ​write​ ​about​ ​troubled,​ ​deeply​ ​flawed​ ​alpha​ ​males​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fiery,​ ​kick-ass
women​ ​who​ ​bring​ ​them​ ​to​ ​their​ ​knees.
Vivian's​ ​lasting​ ​motto​ ​in​ ​romance​ ​is​ ​a​ ​quote​ ​from​ ​a​ ​favorite​ ​song:​ ​"Soulmates​ ​never​ ​die."
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