Monday, January 11, 2016

Blog Tour Review: Sebring by Kristen Ashley

Nick Sebring has issues. Born feeling like an outsider in his own family, growing up under the shadow of a brother who could do anything, Nick isn’t that great of a guy. But when this culminates with Nick lashing out to hurt his brother through the woman he loves, Nick turns inward and makes some decisions about the man he intends to be. 

And as he does this, he falls in love and truly learns the man that he’s grown to be. 

When his love is murdered right before Nick’s eyes, Nick knows he has to avenge her. He knows how he’s going to avenge her. And he has no qualms using Olivia Shade to exact that vengeance. 

Olivia Shade has grown up on the outside of her family too. Her problem is that they don’t want her outside. They want her all the way in, right under their thumbs. She pays the price for seeking escape and learns her lesson—she’ll never see a dawn where she wakes up free. 

Then she meets Nick Sebring, and even as she fights it, the hope that died years ago starts to blossom. She can find love. She can have a man of her own. She can be happy. She can be free. 

Olivia hopes while Nick schemes. 

However, as Nick peels back the layers of all that is Olivia Shade, he finds something surprising. He understands its fragility. He falls in love with its beauty. He seeks to protect it. 

But he forgets to protect his Livvie from one thing: Nick Sebring.

5 stars
Review by Natasha Gentile 

This is is not like the other Kristen Ashley books.  This one is on the darker side- the whole Unfinished Hero’s series is a little bit darker.

I was lucky enough to spend Thanksgiving with Nick Sebring and like all the other hero’s of this series he definitely didn’t disappoint!

 When we first met Nick Sebring in Knight we fall into hate with him.  At least I did.  I really  disliked him; actually I think he even disliked himself.  

He’s always been the black sheep of the family.  Always feeling like a he was letting everyone down because he wasn’t his brother.  

He’d spent his whole life wanting that from his brother.  His father.  F#ck, even his mother, who loved him like crazy, had spoiled him, but he knew she didn’t think he’d amount to much.  Not like her glory boy.  Not like she knew her Knight would do.

Knight’s shoe were too big to fill, nothing he could do could satisfy him, until he falls in love.  The love of one woman can complete you.  Can make you feel like you are a king.  You are the person that hangs the moon and the stars for someone else.

He finally felt his worth; until one move ended his happiness, making revenge seep into his bones.

Not for himself.
Not for his dad.
Not for his mom.
Not for Knight.
For her.
The mission had only marginally succeeded.
But she was gone.

When the love of his life is killed right before his eyes, he looked right into her eyes while she took her last breath. It’s too much for him to not seek revenge.  He’s out for vengeance and he is perfectly okay with using Olivia Shade to do that.

Olivia Shade.  I have to say that my heart became her.  To me she made this book.  She grew  up somewhat sheltered.  She has grown to know her place, grown to take orders.  They want her to walk the line.  They want her to obey and they want her to do as she is told.  Except she has a wild hair about her.  

She has already paid the price for stepping out of line once, she refuses to do it again. That is until she meets Nick Sebring. She fights it from the beginning.  She fights it in the middle, she fits it until the bitter end, until she can no longer fight the love she feels for him.

For one magnificent second, connected to Nick Sebring I believed.
I believed in a better world.
I believed I could feel complete.
I believed I could have someone by my side.
I believed I could feel safe
I believed I could be happy.
I believed I could be loved.
I believed in a dawn coming where I would open my eyes and have all of this only for it to lead to another day dawning where I’d have it and then another day…
And another…
And another…
And another…
Until I no longer existed on this world.

Just like that I wanted to shield her.  I wanted to fight for her.  I wanted her to have it all and I wasn’t the only one.  Nick wanted that also. But when you are still chasing after vengeance sometimes you can’t see what is right in front of you.  What makes it worse is that all his scheming makes her feel the hope that she so wants to feel.   He is so blinded by what he thinks he needs that when what he actually wants is right there.

“What we have is a lie,” she returned coolly.  “Started on a lie, built on a lie, enduring on a lie and now, if you carry on with your bullsh*t, Sebring, ending on a lie.  Now I think you’ve had your fun with me, I’ve definitely had my fill of you, so please, get the f*ck out of my house right the f*ck now.”

She is shattered and broken.  Once again she was shown that when she steps out of her bubble it isn’t safe. Sebring vowed revenge; what he didn’t promise was to break the one person that could heal him.  The one person that would follow him to the ends of the earth and ask questions later.

The one person she trusted the most- Nick Sebring.  

Now it’s time for him to heal the wounds he has caused to himself and most of all to the one who brings sunlight into his life.  But will her family just let her leave?  Will she be able to snap the strings of her family’s control?  Only one person is going to be able to do it, and my money is on Nick Sebring.


In the hotel room, Nick heard the knock at the door.
He moved to it, looked out the peephole and felt the corners of his mouth hitch up when he saw her.
Fuck, those big green eyes, perfectly arched dark brows, the olive tint to her skin, the expert way she shaded under her cheekbones…
She was a coldhearted criminal but she was one that was very easy to look at.
And even easier to fuck.
He opened the door.
He was going to say something but he didn’t get the chance when her hand darted out and she caught him under his jaw, using it to push him in and around until his back hit wall.
She stared up at him, her hand wrapped around his jaw, her expression holding an emptiness that was so extreme it was almost like a void he could fall into and get lost forever.
He heard the door swish closed and latch.
Then she was up on her toes, her head moving toward his, those green eyes dropping to his mouth.
She didn’t get her lips to his before his tongue was out, as was hers, both of them colliding and tangling before her mouth slammed to his just as her body pushed in, pressing hard, forcing him tighter to the wall.
He shoved out. Gripping her wrist at his jaw, he yanked it down, twisting and slamming her against the wall, slanting his head to deepen an already deep kiss. Their tongues again clashing before he actually took her mouth.
But he took her mouth.
And like she’d done to his, he consumed it.
His fingers still around her wrist, he yanked it around his back, using his body to shove her tight to the wall, pressing his hardening cock against her stomach.
She arched, and moving quickly, whipped him around so his back was to the wall and she took over the kiss. Tearing her wrist from his hold, she curled her fingers around his throat just as she cupped his hardening crotch with her other hand.
Fucking hell, this woman was hot.
But he was done playing.
And he was done kissing.
Her mouth, that was.
He pushed her away. She struggled to regain control.
She lost this struggle when he caught her hand and dragged her down the short hall into the room.
She lost her footing when he gave her hand a strong tug and she fell into him with a soft gasp.
He let her hand go, caught her hips and threw her four feet onto the bed.
That got him another soft gasp which took his cock from hardening to rock-solid and throbbing.
He bent over her, holding her now intense green gaze, spanning her hips with his hands. Shoving backwards, he found the hook of her skirt, released it and pulled down the zipper.
He moved his fingers to curl them into the sides of her skirt’s waistband. With a vicious tug that took her hips and panties with it, he yanked off the skirt.
Chest to the bed, eyes to her cunt, the black curls neatly groomed with a precision that meant her wax technician was a master with possible OCD issues, they were also glistening with wet.
Having the tussle at the door, seeing the utter perfection of her pussy, smelling her, watching her legs part in invitation, her knees shifting up, Nick couldn’t have gone gentle if he’d wanted to.
Luckily he didn’t want to.
He bent his neck and devoured her.
Fuck, she tasted just as perfect as she looked.
As he fed, he felt her excitement ramp. Tasted it. Ate it. Gave her more. Consumed the result. Drove her to the edge.
And when he had her there, he stopped and moved over her.
Not surprisingly, she used both the pump she already had planted into the bed and the calf she had wrapped around him to flip him and then she was straddling him, pushing up, her hands already to his fly.
Normally, he would not allow this.
Her face flushed with need, her manner urgent, even desperate, all that surged through his blood, his gut, straight to his cock.
So he allowed this.
She tugged his pants down, grabbed his dick, guided it to her and took him home.
At the beauty of her sheathing him, he gritted his teeth against the urge to let go and release way too fucking early. Bucking his hips, he watched how much she liked taking him, her head thrown back, her shining, straight mass of silken black hair swaying.
Then she dropped forward into a hand in the bed by his side, locked eyes with him and rode him violently as he watched until she gave it to herself and she kept doing it until she forced it from him.
Fucking spectacular.
He came down buried inside her, his eyes opening to see her still resting in her hand in the bed, her body moving gently with her still-labored-but-evening breathing, her dark hair framing her oval face, her straight bangs brushing her lashes, her green eyes locked to his trying to brand him, make him hers.
No way in fuck that was happening.
But he’d take more of this.
A lot more.
That said, the woman was going to learn how to give up control.
Not surprisingly, without a word, she swung off his cock, moving immediately toward the side of the mattress.
Nick focused on pulling up his trousers, doing the fly and angling off the bed. By the time he was up and had turned his attention back to her, she was on her feet, facing him, arms twisted behind her to do up the skirt she’d put on.
He held her gaze.
“We got all night, Olivia,” he informed her.
Not even a hint of a response to him calling her the name she hadn’t given him.
Then again, he knew she knew him; she’d make it her business.
She also knew he’d do the same with her, even before he sat next to her the night before.
Her expression might not have changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.
She stopped. Her eyes still on his, she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle finger.
It lasted half a second.
Then she dropped her hand, turned and walked away.
He heard the door close behind her and he couldn’t stop his smile.
Fuck yes, a seriously cool customer.
And the hottest fuck he’d had in his life.

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