Three Chicks and Their Books: Blog Tour: Taming the Storm by Samantha Towle

Lyla Summers hates men. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word … Lyla intensely dislikes men.

Her father has let her down her whole life. Her brother betrayed her in the worst way possible. And her past relationship experiences with men have been less than great.
Lyla is focussing all her energy into her band, Vintage, so when they receive an offer to sign with TMS Records, it seems that things are finally turning around for her. The last thing she wants is a man getting in the way.

Tom Carter loves women. Okay, love might be pushing it … Tom enjoys screwing lots of women.

When tragedy befalls his best friend, Tom finds himself making a promise to the big man upstairs – he’ll change his ways, if he saves the woman his best friend loves.
Tom’s prayer is answered. Now he has to change. Which means no sleeping around.

After Vintage’s manager breaks her leg skiing, Tom steps in as tour manager, and Lyla finds herself on tour with the man whore of rock.

Put one perpetually horny Tom and one sex resistant Lyla together, equals a recipe for disaster. Or so you’d think…

But an unexpected friendship is formed. A closeness neither of them expected. Putting one chastity belt and one lamp that is in desperate need of rubbing, to the test.

Will the sex storm that is Tom Carter, finally find himself tamed by the rock chick with a hardened heart, or will he go back to his womanizing ways…?

4.5 Star Review by Lisa Kane

Readers of Samantha Towle's The Storm series are very familiar with Tom "Cat" Carter, the uber sexy manwhore bass player for the group. He scores with tons of women-wherever, however, doing whatever he wants to them, all with their eager permission. But relationships, now that's another story. TTS' beginning timeline is just after Tru Bennett is home from the hospital. She had been hospitalized after a drunk driver hit the car she was driving in while she was pregnant. She and JJ, her son with Jake Wethers, the lead singer for the group, are now fine and at home.

When Tru was so sick in the hospital, and Jake was heart broken, Tom made a vow to God to change his ways. He would stop having meaningless sexual encounters with women, and will only have sex with someone who "means" something to him if God would let Tru pull through.

Jake and Den are all I've got left in the world. And you've got enough good people up there as it is. You've taken enough from us. You don't need her. She's needed here more...so I'm making this promise. You save Tru's life, and I'll completely change the way I live mine. I lift my eyes to the ceiling. "What do you say?"

Lyla is the lead singer for the Vintage rock group. She has worked her ass off to get her band where there are; having just gotten signed by Jake Wethers' label. The band is her family, Cale is her best friend, Sonny and Van are like her brothers and Dax's actually is her brother. She loves them, even if they are a bunch of Muts. (her word for man sluts)

"Could do with a beer after that, and it's been days since I had any pussy."
"Days?" I lean forward. "What about the girl I made breakfast for this morning? You know, the one you hopped out on before she woke up."
"Ah, yeah, I forgot about her."
Does he actually have the memory of a goldfish?

After opening up for The Mighty Storm at Madison Square Garden, she is on top of the world. But when she looks for her band and her boyfriend, Chad, she can't find anyone. But the voices of two guys going at it, grabs her attention. Lookey here-if it doesn't happen to be her boyfriend and her brother enjoying themselves. That was the end of the band as it stood. Dax was out and the boyfriend was history. When Nina, the band's manager breaks her leg skiing, Jake appoints Tom to go on tour with them instead. Tom's been hitting on Lyla ever since they first met, but she has shot him down every time. She's not happy he's coming on tour with them. She thinks he will only amp up the fun for her band mates, (and they already sample the groupies they meet in each new city) and she doesn't need the drama. She and Tom clash and the sparks fly the moment they are in the same room.

He brings his head down, his mouth close to my ear. "One thing you need to learn about me, Lyla, is that I'm really, really serious about the things I want."
A shiver runs through me, heading straight for my virginia. The smell of his clean, crisp aftershave is befuddling my brain along with my bra and panties.

Lyla has been on a 10 month manban-ever since she split with her boyfriend after his betrayal. She hates admitting to herself that Tom is one delicious man that she would love to devour, but no way is she becoming another notch on that well used bed post. Tom wants her more than he's ever wanted a woman, but she seems to elude him. He doesn't normally mix business with pleasure but he will make an exception for her.

Lyla's been hiding some important info about her parents and unfortunately, for her, that drama is following her new fame. As Tom and Lyla play a cat and mouse game of catch and release, the sexual tension between them is rising daily- along with a huge piece of Tom's anatomy. (It seems Tom wasn't exaggerating about his anatomy. I can't speak for Denny, but it seems as though most of the band has cornered the market on large penises, Jake "The Snake" Wethers is reknowned for his and Tom seems like he can compete inch for inch!

Finally, after bringing other people into their petty, jealous games, these two connect. (and by connect I mean tear up the sheets with multiple orgasms) Neither is interested in anything other than casual and agree to be each other's exclusive f*#k buddies, but only until the tour is over.

In this moment, I wish that I'd kept that tongue ring I used to have. I got rid of it because it was driving me nuts, but I know the feel of it would have driven her wild. Guess I'll just have to work some extra magic with my tongue alone.

It was only a matter of time until Lyla had something to say about Tom's "unique" tattoo,

And really, only Tom would have a tattoo that says...
RUB THE LAMP
Snorting out a laugh, I stare up at him, my eyes incredulous. "You had Rub the Lamp tattooed above your cock."
Shrugging, he eyes me with cocky insouciance. "He's magic. A few good rubs, and he'll make a woman's wishes come true."

But in spite of wanting this to be a physical thing only, and for it to last only during the duration of the tour, that's not what this is and both are developing feelings for each other. What will happen after the tour? Can Tom really change his ways or will the temptations of the road cause him to break his vow? Is Lyly really over her insecurities about men?

I love this series and getting a glimpse of Jake and Stuart and Denny just add the cherry to my Storm sundae! In the first book of the series, I really disliked Tom, in the second I started to warm up to him but in this one-BAM-new book boyfriend! Lyla has been hurt, badly, but she is strong, and independent and caring. All the qualities I love in a heroine. Taming the Storm has tons of sex, humor and wit. I hope Samantha decides there is enough material yet to be uncovered and we get a fourth book!

"You're not a mut. You're an ex-mut." "An ex-mut. I like it. Makes me sound badass." "You're an idiot." I laugh, slapping his chest. "And you're beautiful."

I’m clean, I promise. I have regular checkups. And I never go bareback. I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years. You have nothing to worry about.”

Fifteen years? He started having sex when he was fourteen?

How am I surprised by this? This is Tom Carter we’re talking about.

And I was just starting to consider maybe giving in after his whole trust thing. But now, all I have ringing in my ears is, I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years.

Nice reminder of his whoring ways. I feel sick.

I hold back the rising bile and clip out, “Nothing to worry about? Oh, okay…” I can feel my anger climbing to epic proportions. Only he can get under my skin this way. I try not to think just what that means. “I gotta say, Tom, I feel a whole lot better about your proposal of letting you have sex with me bare-fucking-back,” I yell, “when you just reminded me that in the past you’ve been ridden more times than an elevator in the Empire State Building!”

His eyes narrow. “You knew all along who you were getting into bed with, sweetheart.”

“Ugh! Sometimes, I wonder what the hell I’m doing with you.” I don’t mean that. But I’m angry, and when I’m angry, I’m not rational.

I push against his rock-hard chest and start wiggling, trying to get out from underneath him.

But Tom is a lot bigger and a lot stronger than me. Pinning me with his hips, he grabs my hands and holds them tight against the pillows above my head. I can’t budge an inch. And I don’t like it one bit.

“You know exactly why you’re with me. Because I fuck you like no man ever has before or ever will again.”

Not impressed, I scowl up at him. “Let. Me. Go.”

“No. Seems you need reminding of a few things. One, I am always the one who does the riding, not the other way round. The bedroom is my domain.”

Shifting his hips, he presses the bare length of his hard cock against my clit. I have to bite back a moan. But my body shudders, giving me away. I hate the way my body betrays me when it comes to him.

He smirks. “You got that, or do you need a little more reminding?”

Ignoring my body’s screaming needs, I snap out, “Fuck you!”

“We’ll be doing that real soon, but for now, just answer the goddamn question. I said, you got that, or do I need to remind you again?” He thrusts against me, harder. It’s more precise this time, hitting that perfect spot.

I’m sure that man has a mental blueprint of my vagina because he knows just when and where to touch me at the exact right moment. My eyes roll back in my head, a moan escaping this time. The words leave my lips without thought, “I got it.” My voice sounds breathy, girlish, not like me at all.

Just who am I with him?

“Good girl.”

I see a look of power take over his face before he lowers his head to mine. Our lips are almost touching but frustratingly not. And it scares me just how badly I need his mouth on mine in this moment.

His hot breath mixes in with my own as he rumbles out, “For some ass-backward reason, you are the only one I want to ride. Constantly. Over and over. I can’t get enough of you, and you are the only one I have ever wanted to ride bare-fucking-back. So, that kind of erases the rest, wouldn’t you say?” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “I want to feel you,” he murmurs.

Breath knocked out.

Tom doesn’t push for an answer because he doesn’t need to. I’m a limp, pliable mess of emotions under his firm hands and mind-fucking words.

“Tom,” I whisper, breathless. “Ride me…now…bare-fucking-back.”

Samantha Towle is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.

She is the author of contemporary romances, The Mighty Storm, Wethering the Storm, and Trouble. She has also written paranormal romances, The Bringer and The Alexandra Jones Series, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, Lana Del Rey, and more of her favorite musicians.
A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

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