Saturday, August 10, 2013

Blog tour Love Square by Jessica Ingro

Title: Love Square
Author: Jessica Ingro
Release Date: July 18, 2013
Genre: Contemporary / Erotic Romance


A love triangle gone bad...

He was the one guy I couldn't get enough of. One look from him would make me melt. He was the one I always wanted to love me, but always seemed so far away. Now he stands before me and he's turning my world upside down.

At one time I would have done anything to be close to him. But will that anything include betraying the man I pledged myself to and that loves me faithfully?

Samantha Monroe had it all. Or at least everyone thought she did. A career on the rise, a gorgeous husband, great friends and a beautiful home. So why does she feel so alone and empty? When she reconnects with an old flame, lines are tested and compromises made in a quest for happiness.

Jacob Matthews always wondered what happened to Sam Monroe. When fate brings them together after all these years, he can't help but wonder if its meant to be. But when he meets his perfect woman, there is no doubt in his mind she's his soul mate.

Will the search for happiness cost them everything or will their love square show them what really matters?

4 Star Review by Jen Hagen

“I allowed the love I once had for a beautiful boy to almost destroy everything that I held dear.”

Aiden and Samantha (Sam) have been together for 10 years.  They have spent the last couple of years trying to become pregnant without success.   This has caused stress in their relationship and they have distanced themselves from each other in the bedroom and also in their everyday life.  Sam knows that she wants more from Aiden, but she can’t put it to words and just allows the distance to grow.

God I just want to scream, “Say something already!  Please just tell me what is wrong with us!”  But again…silence.

These days I don’t think he heard anything I was saying but rather thought of me as an adult in Charlie Brown – with the only sounds coming out of my mouth being “mwa mwa mwa mwa.”

Sam and Jacob were involved with each other 16 years ago during his senior year/her junior year of high school.   Samantha is an author and is having a book signing event.  She is completely surprised when she looks up into the green eyes of Jacob standing in front of her.   She agrees to meet him later for drinks to catch up on the last 16 years.

He was my first real love and my first real heart break.

Jacob is intuitive and acknowledges that Sam doesn’t seem happy in her marriage.   What begins as fun role-play emails following their meeting advances into real-life steamy sex scenes.  Sam is caught up in a web of lies and can’t bring herself to break the affair off with Jacob even though she knows it shouldn’t continue.

Being with him felt incredible and I still can’t understand how something so wrong could feel so unbelievably right.

 Jacob has strong feelings for Sam and they are caught in a dilemma of Jacob continuing to be the hidden lover or for Sam to leave Aiden.   Sam has put herself in quite a conundrum. 

I’m afraid to hurt Aiden.  I’m afraid to hurt Jacob.  And most of all, I’m afraid that it will be a mistake and that I’ll regret my decision.

Sam has finally made a decision...
”For this to work, we both have to want it.  And I don’t want it anymore.” 
 But is that her final answer? 

This book definitely filled the angst-hole in my heart.  I was caught between liking/disliking Aiden, Jacob and Sam at various times in the book.  Just when you think “oh for sweet” you turn the page and are then saying “you can’t be serious!”  The epilogue will definitely leave you muttering things to yourself and will change your feelings towards a certain character.   I was ecstatic to turn the final page and see that there is a book coming from Jacob’s POV and will be released soon.   “Love Square” can be read as a stand-alone novel, but I don’t think you want to miss Jacob’s POV. 

Jacob's POV

The First Email

I can’t stop thinking about her. When I close my eyes all I can see is Sam’s gorgeous face staring back at me. Each time I do, she smiles brightly and crooks her finger at me, silently drawing me towards her. What happens after that depends on where I am at the time. If I’m in public, I have to quickly shut my thoughts down and fight my dick getting hard. But when I’m alone, she always, without a doubt, proceeds to do dirty things to me. The images my mind conjures up at the thought of her are beyond ‘X’ rated, and I always end up rubbing one out to whatever scene plays in my head.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep my distance. That one little taste I had of Sam still lingers on my tongue. I swear I catch faint glimpses of her perfume randomly throughout the day and her magical laugh haunts me wherever I go. Just yesterday, I was in the grocery store and found myself chasing a brunette, that I thought was her, down an aisle. To say I was disappointed, when I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, is an understatement.

What is it about this girl that has me turned inside out? I keep asking myself that question but I can’t quite seem to find an appropriate answer. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want to fall at her feet and worship her just for a chance to get to know her. You want to be a better person with her. You want to be everything she wants and needs.

Great! Now I sound like a love-sick pussy. But if I’m being honest with myself, that’s exactly what I am. I’ve been wrapped around her little finger for the last sixteen years. When I’m getting head, I often catch myself critiquing how the girl measures up to Sam’s technique. When I’m buried deep inside a woman, I find myself imagining its Sam’s big, brown eyes looking up at me. I wasn’t lying when I told her I have yet to find anyone special enough to settle down with.

It’s all her fault, because no one is her. And she is already taken.


Hearing her say she was married was like losing your favorite toy or being told there is no Santa Claus when you’re waiting for him to come down the chimney.

The cursor on the screen blinks repeatedly. I sit back in my chair and watch it for several long moments. Should I do it? I’ve been going back and forth on the idea of emailing her for days now. A big part of me hopes that contacting her will help draw her out. It would be virtually impossible for her to have not felt our connection. The sexual tension was thick that night in the pub.

And when I kissed her.... Damn!

My body was hard all over and straining to make her mine right then and there. Her lips were so soft and warm. For that brief moment, I was ready to set logic aside, throw her over my shoulder and kidnap her. She would make a tasty little love slave.

I shift in my chair to adjust my growing erection and think a little more about the girl who haunts me.

I remember that little sparkle in her eyes when we were younger. She was always such a happy person. There was a light that radiated from her. She was like a lighthouse on a cold, rainy night, saving you from utter devastation. And now that light is muted. She might have skirted around the issue the other night, but I know there is more behind the strain in her marriage. I wanted to fold her up in my arms and kiss away all her sadness. I wanted to be the one that she turns to, the one who gets to comfort her and give her the future she deserves.

The last time I remember seeing her light muted like that was right after the Senior Prom. I know she saw me with Rebecca that night. Her friend, Michelle, made sure I knew. I thought she was going to go all Lorena Bobbitt on my ass. At one point, I feared for Rebecca’s safety. Michelle is nothing if not protective of her friends. I wouldn’t have put anything past her with how pissed off she was.

I’m not exactly proud of the fact I took my ex-girlfriend to Prom. But our moms were best friends and I had promised her a long time before that I would take her. I probably should have cancelled and taken Sam instead. When she told me Luke Ward asked her to Prom, I wanted to find him and kick his ass. First of all, there was no way I was going to let her spend the night with that Neanderthal. And secondly, there was no way I was going to let her see me with Rebecca. It would have been pure torture to watch each other with different people all night.

Back then I didn’t want to be tied down with a serious, long-term relationship. I was going to be heading off to the Marines and I was a young, hot-blooded male. I wanted to be free to fuck as many people as I could and not worry about the girl I left at home pining for me. I know I could have handled it better, but how many eighteen year olds know what the fuck they’re doing? None. Trust me, I’ve been living with that decision for a long time, but I stopped beating myself up over it a while ago. It won’t change anything so there is no use in dwelling on it.

Which brings me back to this damn, blank email screen. I need to remind her of what we once had and get her thinking about what can be.

Am I an asshole for trying to get back what I lost all those years ago? Most definitely.

Would I be pissed if some dude was sniffing around my wife? Fuck yes!

Do I care? Hell no!

Sam is my “one.” Fate brought us together again for a reason. I’m an opportunistic bastard and am going to capitalize on that as best I can. If that means getting in her face, I’ll do it. If that means making her husband look like a douche bag, I’ll do it. I will stop at nothing to make this happen with her.

Getting Sam to remember how good we are together is first on the agenda. I need a clever way to grab her attention. A big smile stretches across my face. I know just what to say.

My fingers fly across the keys. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I’m anxious to see how she is going to react to my email. I reread it again and confirm it’s just enough to hook her. Once I do that, it shouldn’t be too hard to reel her in.

I feel like patting myself on the back because the words on the screen are brilliant…

I probably shouldn't say this... But I can’t stop thinking about how we used to play in my bedroom after school :)

I hit send and flip screens back to her official website. I navigate to the gallery of photos that have been uploaded of her with her fans. Each one makes me more anxious while waiting for her reply. The next two hours are excruciating. It feels like I’m waiting for paint to dry.

They say a watched pot never boils so I head out of the guest room that doubles as my office and out to the kitchen. I grab a leftover takeout container from the Chinese place down the street and stare out the patio doors while eating my food.

Maybe I should call Brad and see if he wants to go out for a beer in a bit. That might take my mind off whether or not Sam is going to reply to my email. I could be totally off the mark here. Maybe she is repulsed by my advances.

Nah… that can’t be.

I felt her tremble in my arms that night. There is no denying she was affected by me.

I walk back into the office to grab my cell phone. Before calling Brad, I decide to check my email again since I’m a glutton for punishment. I want to jump up and fist pump the air when I see that she responded.

Even if she tells me to get lost, it doesn’t matter. She’s keeping our lines of communication open by responding. I can totally work with it if she tries to blow me off.  I open the message and smile a triumphant grin at her words.

Yes... If memory serves me correctly a lot of fun was had on our "play dates." I fondly recall getting my hair caught in the door of your truck one night ;) Now I’m going to be thinking naughty thoughts all day!

I lean back in my chair, palm my erection and remember the fun we had that night. I have her right where I want her. This is going to be so much fun.

Author Bio:

Jessica grew up in Central New York. She spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. She spends her free time reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. Writing has always been one of her secret dreams and she can't wait to share her stories with the world.

 She currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.

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