Sunday, April 12, 2015

Blogtour: Besieged By Rain by Michelle Irwin


Bottom Drawer Publications is proud to present 

Besieged by Rain

book one in the New Adult Paranormal series, Son of Rain

by Michelle Irwin. 



The Son of Rain series is a companion series (of sorts) to the Daughter of Fire series featuring Evie Meyers. We say of sorts because Clay’s story, albeit partly told in Evie’s books, is so much bigger. This is not simply a retelling of the story from Clay’s perspective. Clay lives a whole other life that Evie only gets a glimpse of when their story unfolds.

Book Details: Novel
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
206 pages - 89,000 words


BLURB

Clay Jacobs is a soldier. His family—elite members of a secret organization—are tasked with washing the world clean of all supernatural threats. Each new day brings the opportunity to fight at their side for a cause that he’s never doubted is just.‏ 
But Clay harbors a dangerous secret. The object of his teenage obsession was not human, and he failed to detect the truth until it was too late to destroy her. Even after she fled, he couldn't bring himself to report her. Now, the memory of the one who got away not only haunts him, it holds him captive and assaults him nightly. Unable to escape her hold on his mind, he races across the country to locate her and restore his sanity. Only instead of the monster he expects, he finds a woman who ensnares him with her charms. In her embrace, Clay dares to imagine a different life.
When his family discovers his betrayal, and threaten to destroy his dreams in the worst way imaginable, Clay has no option but to return to their side and convince them he’s back on the right track. Will he be able to play his part convincingly when the cause he’s spent most of his life fighting for is the very thing that will end his lover’s life?


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT


When I spied the brown curls of her wig bounce past me, I pushed myself off the wall I’d been loitering against and walked toward her. My steps naturally fell into rhythm alongside hers.

“I need to talk to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice as even and non-threatening as possible.
She held her arms tightly across her chest and walked faster.

“We have nothing to say to each other,” she hissed back at me. “Besides, I think you made yourself clear the last time we spoke. If you’re here because of some sick sense of duty, just do it and stop tormenting me already.”

Do it? Do what?

I needed her to stop moving.

Damn it!

I needed to know what was going through her head so that I could get things straight in mine. Plans, ideas, and self-preservation flew out the window as I reached out for her, grabbed her arm, and used my hold to guide her into a small alley that ran behind the shop I’d been waiting near. I led her close to the wall and did the only thing I could. Gripping her hands in mine, I pinned them against the wall just above either side of her head.

In response, anger flashed in her eyes. Her body warmed noticeably. Or maybe it only felt like it had because I was finally where I knew I needed to be, if only to erase the desire from my mind. With the words I’d hurled at her rushing through my head, I finally voiced the apology that I felt I owed her—even though duty dictated that I shouldn’t. “I’m sorry for what happened that day  . . . I can’t even tell you what’s been going through my mind since then.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I moved closer to her; my eyes focused on her full, moist lips.

She opened her eyes again and when she did, fire raged in their depths. She was talking, but I could barely comprehend a word she was saying. It seemed to be something about monsters and groups. Instead of focusing on the words, it was the shape of her mouth forming those sounds and the enticing movement of her tongue behind her teeth that forced my captivation. I was almost as hard as the brick wall we were leaning against.

Everything about her screamed out to my boyish desires. Even the little bow of her top lip seemed to be an arrow pointing to her plump pout. I was barely able to resist the siren call of her mouth a moment longer. I yearned to crash my lips to hers and taste her on my tongue again. For close to two years, I’d dreamed about what our next kiss might be like. I had imagined kissing her firmly and kissing her gently. I’d fantasized about recreating our first kiss and also about pushing myself so tightly against her that we would be in danger of fusing together.


“I know why they sent you and what you’re here to do,” she said, her tone low and dangerous.

The words surprised me enough to snap me out of my lust-induced haze. They were issued with such a combination of defiance and fear, it was almost endearing. Or would have been if her fear wasn’t enough to kill me. “You really don’t,” I said to try to ease her mind.

“You made your feelings about me perfectly clear last time.”

Guilt ate at me. Just as I’d assumed when I’d watched her reaction to the magnolias, she had obviously spent the better part of the last two years thinking I hated her. That I would have killed her given half a chance. Maybe I would have if I’d known sooner, but I couldn’t. I wanted to set the record straight, but I didn’t know how to do it when the words I’d already uttered had failed to make her see.

She thrust out her chin proudly—clearly ready to fight to the death. I really hoped we could avoid it coming to that, but I didn’t know how to make her see—how to show her that I wasn’t there to destroy her.

Whether it was from anger or fear, I didn’t know, but her bottom lip quivered, and the sight drew my gaze. I longed to suck on her pout, to hear her moan against my mouth, to claim her body for my own. It was then that I saw the best way to force her to understand. It wasn’t through the use of words to tell her how I felt, but actions to show her what I needed.

Please don’t let this go badly!

“Why don’t you stop wasting both our time and just do it already!”

Before she’d even got the words out fully, I leaned forward, and my tongue stroked her lower lip. A sharp indrawn breath and still body warned that shock held her in its grip. It didn’t matter though; I became a man possessed. The tiny taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the hungers that had burned in me for so long. My breath rushed from my body in a sharp exhale as every part of me gave into the emotions that roiled inside me.

I barely gave her the opportunity to resist before I pressed my lips against hers with an almost punishing force. With my desperate kisses, I would reveal everything I needed to. The kiss stole away my breath, but I didn’t need air any longer anyway. There was nothing but me and her. Nothing but the sensation of her soft tongue pressing forward eagerly to meet mine.

My hands moved from blocking her escape to pulling her closer, releasing her from my hold in the process. My fingers inched under her wig, wanting to pull it away so that I could experience the moment with her—the real her. The mere thought of it had me groaning into the space between us. Her body pressed closer to the wall and each time she shifted, I moved forward—desperate to hold onto her as tightly as possible as if doing so would capture the moment forever.

Her hands pressed again my chest, and for half of a dreadful second, I thought she was going to push me away. The push never came though. Instead, her fingers fisted into my shirt, as if she needed to hold onto me so that I couldn’t escape. It seemed almost impossible that she would be as affected as I was, and yet that was what her touch suggested.

Her body warmed, and I knew it should have been a warning sign to back away, but it called me closer instead. I wanted to experience that warmth over my whole body—surrounding me like I’d dreamed of on so many occasions.

Heat equals a scorch mark on the pavement, my unhelpful mind warned. It means she doesn’t want this.

Just as I started to doubt that the kiss was what she wanted, despite the actions of her tongue and hands, which spoke differently, her hips ground forward to slide against mine, and her arms wrapped around my back. I growled lightly at the feeling of warmth that reached out from the depths of her and wrapped around me like a cocoon just like I’d imagined it could only moments earlier.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

Find Michelle at:
http://blog.michelle-irwin.com/







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1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for being a part of the book tour ;-) BDP

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