Thursday, November 20, 2014

Blog Tour: One Night: Denied by Jodi Ellen Malpas

The passion that burned between Livy and Miller in One Night: Promised may end up destroying them both in this new novel of overwhelming desire and shocking discoveries...

He's amazingly wealthy, sinfully gorgeous, and can bring her to heights of pleasure she's never before known. For Livy, there's no turning back. She's determined to be the light in Miller Hart's dark world. Yet this new life comes with a steep price...

Miller knows that the power he possesses hasn't come without sacrifices-but he won't let Livy be one of them. Though he wants nothing more than to have her in every way, his first duty is to protect her at all costs...from his sins, his enemies, and especially himself.

But as their insatiable affair intensifies, the two attract the attention of an obsessive-and dangerous-third party. Discovering new revelations about Miller that rock her to the core, Livy will have to decide whether he's ruined beyond repair. And he must face his fear that in order to save her, he may have to lose her after all...

4.5 Star Review by Jen Skewes

At the end of Promised we were left in complete shock when we found out what is was the Miller was hiding.  And trust me it was one hell of a secret.  Denied continues exactly where we left off.  Livy has found out Miller’s secret and has walked away.  But walking away doesn’t me you can just forget everything that this man makes you feel.  She loves him, misses him, and needs him, but she knows that she needs to stay as far away from him as possible. But Miller does not make it easy for her.  He needs her in his life.  She is the light in his darkness and without her he is miserable.  He will fight as hard as he can until she gives him another chance. 

There is no denying how Miller and Livy feel about each other.  Even if the words are not spoken, it is completely understood exactly what Miller feels for Livy.  She is the one woman that has ever caused him to feel.  He is not about to let her go.  But even with Livy being able to move past the pain that he caused, they are faced with many obstacles and finding a happy ending together just does not seem possible.  There are people who are against their relationship and will do anything to sabotage it.  Then there is the little issue of what Miller actually does for a living. Livy is all that he wants but walking away from his “job” is not an easy task.  There are consequences and risks that need to be considered.  Miller is willing to do what it takes to be with Livy.  He will prove to her what she means to him and what he will give up, even if deep down he knows that he is not worthy of her love.  Will Livy be able to let the man who completely broke her heart back in?  Will they be able to fight off the people who are constantly interfering in their relationship? Can they truly have a future together?

I love Miller and Livy together and loved watching them grow together.  I loved the passion between the two of them.   Miller would do anything to make sure he does not lose Livy again.  He has his issues and some of them could be a little scary but I loved the passion that this man showed.  I loved how much he needed Livy. She was different than the women he has been with because what he has with her is real.  Livy is a strong and sassy young woman. But at times I think she can also be very na├»ve.  But she too has passion.   What she feels for Miller is intense and unlike anything she has ever felt.  I loved how strong she could be but at the same time loved how she felt about Miller and what she would do to be with him.  I loved watching them try to make it work and to be honest things seemed to going along nicely so of course I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.  And when it did my heart started beating faster, I was shaking my head hoping that it wasn’t happening.  Because I sensed what would happen next once it did and I wasn’t sure if I could take it.  Jodi Ellen Malpas always has a way of shocking you, of making you feel and not being able to see what is coming next.  And that is what scared me.  I felt it in her first trilogy and I feel it while reading this one as well. That is what I love about her writing, that feeling of not knowing.  I love how she makes you feel and the intensity of these two characters.  

Jodi Ellen Malpas has once again completely sucked me into her world of characters that are damaged and yet real.  Miller Hart  oh how I love this man.  I didn’t think it was possible to love someone more that Ms. Malpas’ Jesse Ward but there may be a slight chance that I love Miller just as much.  We learn more about him in this book and see why he does what he does.  And we get to see more of the history with Livy's mom which I thought was a great addition to this story.  there is one person that I just adored and that was Gregory.  But I have to admit that there were some moments that broke my heart a bit where he was concerned for reasons that I cannot say because of spoilers.  But I wished that those moments were touched upon a little more.  But aside from that I loved Denied.  This is a fantastic series and I am loving every minute of the drama, suspense, angst, and very steamy sex scenes.  This is a trilogy so of course we are left hanging and I cannot wait to see how it ends. 

 I know I look out of place as I stand near the gym entrance, clearly hesitant, and looking a little overwhelmed. All the machines look like spaceships, hundreds of buttons or levers on each one, and I haven’t the first idea how to operate them. My one-hour induction last week did a great job of distracting me, but the information and instructions fell straight from my memory the second I left the exclusive fitness center. I scan the area, fiddling with my ring, seeing masses of men and women pounding the treadmills, going hell for leather on the bikes and pumping weights on huge lifting devices. They all look like they know exactly what they’re doing.

In an attempt to blend in, I make my way over to the water machine and gulp down a cup of ice water. I’m wasting time being hesitant when I could be releasing some stress and anger. I spot a punching bag hanging in the far corner with no one within ten meters of it, so I decide to give it a try. There are no buttons or levers on that.
I help myself to the boxing gloves hanging on the wall nearby. After securing the Velcro, I give the bag a little poke. I’m surprised at how heavy it is. I inject some power into my weak arm and throw some effort into my next hit. I grunt too, and the bag shifts significantly this time, moving away from me and seeming to pause in midair before it’s on its way back toward me. Fast. I panic and quickly pull back my fist, then extend my arm to prevent being knocked to the ground. Shockwaves fly up my arm when my glove connects with the bag, but it’s moving away from me again. I smile and spread my legs a little, bracing myself for its return, then smack it hard again, sending it sailing away from me.            
My arm is aching already and I suddenly realize I have two gloved hands so I pummel it with my left this time, smiling wider, the impact of the bag on my fists feeling good. I’m breaking out in a sweat, my feet are beginning to shift and my arms getting into a rhythm. My shouts of satisfaction spur me on and the bag morphs into more than a bag. I’m beating the shit out of it and loving every moment.
I don’t know how long I’m there, but when I finally let up and take a moment to think, I’m drenched, my knuckles are sore and my breathing erratic. I catch the bag and let it settle, then take a cautious glance around the gym. No one is staring. I’ve gone totally unnoticed, everyone focused on their own workout. I smile to myself and collect a cup of water and a towel from the nearby shelf, wiping my brow as I make my way from the huge room. For the first time in weeks, I feel prepared to take the day on.
I head toward the changing rooms, feeling like a lifetime of stress and woes have just been knocked out of me. The urge to go back in and pound for another hour is hard to resist, but I’m already at risk of being late for work so I push on, thinking this could get addictive. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, maybe even after work today, and I’ll thrash that bag until there are no more traces of Miller Hart and the pain he’s caused me.
I pass door after door, all with glass panes, and peek into each class that’s in session—yoga, spinning, kickboxing. I might try one or two. Or I could give them all a go.
As I’m passing the final door before the women’s changing rooms, something catches my eye. It’s a punching bag swinging from the ceiling hook, but no one’s in sight. I step closer to the door, then gasp and jump back as someone comes into view, bare chested and barefoot. I feel dizzy.
He has those shorts on, the ones he wore when he was trying to make me comfortable. I’m shaking, but my shock doesn’t stop me from peering back through the glass, just to check I wasn’t hallucinating. I wasn’t. He’s here, his ripped physique mesmerizing.  He looks violent as he attacks the hanging bag like it’s a threat to his life, punishing it with powerful punches and even more powerful kicks. His body weaves and dodges the bag when it comes back at him. He looks like a pro. He looks like a fighter.
I’m frozen on the spot as I watch Miller move around the hanging bag with ease, his fists wrapped in some kind of bandages, his limbs delivering controlled, punishing blows time and time again. Who does he see before him?
My mind spins, questions mounting, as I quietly observe the refined, well-mannered, part-time gentleman become a man possessed, that temper he has warned me about clear and present. But then I retreat a pace when he suddenly grabs the bag with both hands and rests his forehead on the leather, his body falling into the now subtle sway of the punching bag. His back is dripping and heaving, and I see his solid shoulders rise suddenly. Then he begins to turn toward the door. It happens in slow motion. I’m rooted in place as his chest, slicked with a sheen of sweat, comes into view and my eyes slowly crawl up his torso until I see his side profile. He knows he’s being watched.

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1 comment:

  1. I Loved Miller & Livy I can't wait for book #3. Thanks for the giveaway


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