Monday, September 26, 2016

Blog Tour: Loving Amber by Roya Carmen



Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.

Two years ago, I lost my husband and my brother to the same tragedy. To this day, I hold only one person responsible—Aiden Rogers, the beautiful boy I’ve known forever, the misfit I’ve both loved and hated, the one who always got to me. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one to blame.

Now he wants to be part of my life again—when I can finally see a future for my son and myself. I’ve found the perfect man in David, someone I can start over with, a man who will be the perfect father figure for Trevor. I have a plan. At last, I see the light, and I know I can make this work.

I will not let Aiden Rogers drag me back into the darkness.

Author's note: contains sexual scenes and some coarse language.

This is the first book of the Riverstone Estate Series and can be enjoyed as a standalone read.

The Riverstone Series: A beautiful estate. Three unforgettable love stories.

Following the sudden passing of their father, Amber, Ruby, and Flynn Riverstone inherit the family estate and find themselves facing new challenges, growing closer, and discovering love along the way.

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Review by Lisa Kane

Five kids growing up together-Amber and her brothers Finn and Ken. And their best friends Aiden and Paul.  Amber and Aiden are like oil and water. He teases her to no end and she can’t stand his bullying. She likes Paul, he’s sweet and caring. Fast forward a decade later-and two of this band they called The Misfits are missing. Amber’s lost her brother Ken and her husband, Paul.

I think about Paul and Ken. I miss them so much. 
I shake my head. I'm doing it again, thinking about them. My throat is thick, and my eyes are brimming. How many times am I going to do this? Part of me wants to forget. It's just too painful to remember them. 

Amber is doing the best she can-she is trying to run her family’s business and raise her son Trevor on her own. Her sister Ruby and her brother Finn are a big help but it’s been two years and she still can’t move on. Two years since she’s spoken to Aidan. The guys were out celebrating Aidan’s upcoming wedding to his fiancĂ© Melissa when they had too much to drink and their car was T-boned by a truck. 

Amber and Paul had been married for seven years and had a kid together. It was time for me to get over her, and move on with my life, maybe have a kid of my own, so I asked Melissa to marry me. 

Amber blames Aidan. It doesn’t matter if he wasn’t driving, she needs to blame someone. She feels guilty because of something that happened between her and Aidan a few days before the accident.

Aidan has more than a limp to show for the accident. He is lost without Ken and mostly because Amber cut him out of her life and her son’s. 

Trevor would still had a dad. Amber would still have a husband and would still be glued to her twin brother-her "other half." Two of the greatest guys I've ever met would still walk the earth, even if it meant they were here instead of me. I shouldn't be taking another stope. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve shit. 

He knows he will never be good enough for her-he’s loved her from afar for years, knowing she loved Paul and belonged with him. But Finn is determined to bring them all together again. Amber just knows he e hasn't changed-he's still living for the moment, having fun just like the old days.  

"Where the fuck do you get off?" he whispers, his eyes as dark as the midnight sky. "You have no say in my life. I haven't seen you in two years. You have no right to say a single word about what I do or don't do."

There’s a lot going on in this story. Aidan hasn’t exactly lived like a saint pining away for Amber. He has a steady “friends with benefits” thing going on with Maggie. Amber has been forcing herself to give a friend of hers-David Rhodes a chance. He’s recently divorced and he’s a good, stable (boring maybe?) guy who would be just what she and Trevor need.

Then there’s the biggest reason for why Amber pushes Aidan away. Her loyalty to Paul. She knows he would never have wanted her to be with Aidan. She feels guilty knowing there has always been something between them. Her body and her brain may want this hot mess of a man, but her brain tells her to shut that down quick. Aidan is equally determined not to be shut out.

I finally let go and take what should have been mine all along. She's always belonged with me, not him. 
I finally get to have her. 

There are things Amber finds out that make her question everything. Those things were hard to read about. But they may open her eyes to what she really wants. But can she let go of the past and make a future for herself and Trevor with Aidan. 

"I've loved you all my life, Amber...from the first time I ever laid eyes on you when we were ten. And watching you with Paul all those years almost killed me. Those years away from you, you never left me...I thought of you every single day."


“The dress will need to come off,” I tell her with a playful smile—I want her to feel at ease.
She turns to the side and unzips herself, reaches for the skirt of her dress, and pulls it over her head. She’s wearing a sexy pink lace bra and matching thong. I wonder if she slipped those on thinking of me. Or David? I wonder how long it would take me to rip it all off. She peeks at me through her lashes, still shy but aroused. Her gaze finally reaches mine, and it’s pleading, begging me to come to her.
I kneel in front of her. I desperately want to kiss her—she’s just so beautiful. But I know that if I kiss her, I’ll get lost in her and I’ll want to make love to her. She and I together is a very bad plan. Too much history there, and even after all we’ve been through, I can only see her as Paul’s girl. But right now, she’s just a woman who desperately needs to touched, and I’m the man who desperately wants to touch her. I trace the lacy edges of her bra with my finger. She’s breathing so hard her chest is heaving. I pull the fabric with a finger and tuck it under, revealing her breast. Wow. Her nipple is pink, hard, and begging to be licked, but if I go there, I won’t be able to stop myself. I know myself too well.
She closes her eyes again, and I take her in—her soft stomach, her sexy legs. I eagerly make my way down. I stroke her thighs gently again, and she opens her legs for me. She’s arousing me so much it’s painful. I trail my hand between her thighs where she’s wet—the soft fabric, what little there is of it, is soaked.
She throws her head back, her mouth open—she’s gasping for air. Finding her wet like this and wanting to be inside her so badly, is so fucking hard on me. I try to remind myself that this isn’t about me; it’s about her. As bad as I want to do all the things to her I shouldn’t be doing, I know I can’t. I’m on a mission.
I reach for the string of her thong and tug down. I’d planned to be soft with her, but I find myself being hard. She props her rear up and her hands press against the mattress, tangled in the sheets. As I struggle with the fabric, she reaches for it and pulls the thong down with me. It’s clear that she wants it off. In that moment, I forget all about myself. All I want to do is please her and make her come.
I’ve never seen her like this. I steal a moment to savour the sight of her small patch of neatly trimmed hair and tempting pink lips. I’m so hard as I slip my finger along her wetness, slowly teasing her. I explore further, up along her sex to her sweet spot.
“Your body is yours, Amber.” I know her. I know a big chunk of guilt is probably lingering at the back of her mind, and I just want her to let go of that and enjoy the moment. “No one has a hold on it but you. It’s yours. All I want to do is to make you feel good like this. It doesn’t have to be anything more. Do you want this? If you don’t, tell me to stop, and I will.”
She lets out a cry and squirms as I pull my hand away for a second. She doesn’t need to say a single word. It’s crystal clear—she desperately wants me to make her come.
Filthy images play in my mind as I imagine all the things I would love to do to her. I’d love her legs wrapped around my head. I’d drive her wild, taking her to the edge and swiftly pulling back only to wrench her hard against me again. I’d sink into her and get completely lost in her. But I can’t do all those things, as much as I would love to. I can’t take this too far.
I’ve been cruel long enough. I’ve teased her plenty. It’s just so amazing to finally touch her. I reach for her sweet spot and feel her hard clit on the tips of my fingers. She wails and spreads her legs wider. I’ll take her over the edge in a few seconds, but I selfishly want this moment to last forever. Watching her like this—panting, a perfect breast hanging out of her delicate bra, legs spread wide for me—it’s the most gorgeous sight. I pull away from her, greedy as fuck. I want to hear her cry, to hear her beg. She winces as I pull my hand away. She opens her beautiful eyes, silently asking me why I’m being such a tease.
“Close your eyes,” I order, and she does. I don’t want her to see what I’m about to do. I close my eyes as I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her scent. It’s just as I always imagined. Then I draw my wet fingers to my mouth and taste her—so, so sweet.
“Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop.”
It’s just what I need to hear. With just another sweep or two of my fingers along her slick sex, she arches her back off the bed, opens her beautiful eyes to look at me again, and I finally make her come.
Seeing Amber, who is always so contained, so put-together, so perfect, get lost under my touch is unbelievable. The sight of her tiny hands grasping my mattress, her beautiful mouth wide open, the sweet sound of her cries bouncing off my walls—it’s almost too much. I’ve dreamed about this scenario dozens of times, and the real thing is even better than it ever was in my imagination.

About the Author:
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Busy mom, naughty writer, comic-addict, artist & designer, book-aholic, nature lover, and hopeless romantic.

When I’m not writing, I can usually be found hanging with my family, reading, camping and travelling, painting, yoga-ing (very ungracefully), shooting pool, or at my favourite bookstore cafĂ© with my book friends.

A Northern French-Canadian gal, I now live just near Toronto where it’s much, much warmer!

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Twitter: @royacarmen
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